My Dad

I feel like I should tell more about myself and how I live. I have been married to my husband for 7 years. He is the best friend I have, thats not really saying much because I dont really have any friends( beside him). The contacts list on my cell phone is woefully short.Most of the people we socialize with are friends my hubby has had forever. I brought no friends to this relationship.

I have a hard time making friends because I tend to be condescending and sarcastic. I swear its not intentional, but thats how I come off.

My family leave much to be desired. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister. I am the baby of the family, and there is quite an age difference between most of us. My sister is 17 years older than me. my brothers are 37,42, and 45 I think. I adore my eldest brother, but dont get to see him very often. He lives in Nebraska. My other 2 brothers live about 20 miles away, but they are ginormous buttheads and I dont speak with them. My sister lives in Tennessee, but she is a crack/meth head/alcoholic/ dirtbag. I would talk to her, but she usually doesnt pay her phone bill.

My mom died in 2007, she was the glue that held our family together. She died suddenly, pulmonary embolism, it was a surprise to everyone. We figured my dad would die first, but he is healthy as a horse. I talk to him every day, which is kinda boring because its always the same conversation. But, I love him and he can be very entertaining. He is starting to check out the ladies, I am all for him dating, but I dont think he understands women anymore. Let me explain.My mother was VERY beautiful (I do not look like her,too bad for me). When my parents met my dad was in his late 30s and wicked fun, Cornell educated, and quite the party animal. Whats not to love. Now, hes 74, has about 9 teeth left, sparse grey hair, and a crotchety old man attitude. He is checking out women in their fifties and forties and comparing them to my mom. Most women he sees on his weekly trip to walmarts or the pharmacy are either "too old" or "too fat". I keep trying to tell to lower his standards, but I might as well talk to a brick wall. I love my dad.