Tikatu's Travels Through Time

My dad, who I love with all my heart, has a habit of sending along forwards from his friends. It used to be that my cousin, Eddie, would send him just about any piece of junk that crossed his inbox, but recently I told Eddie off for it, and he may have either cut back or stopped. It would be nice if he had.

He also gets this stuff from his very old friend, Russ. Russ usually gets it from Eddie, so that my dad gets it twice! And a lot of times, it's stuff that so outrageous that I wonder how people believe it. Really. I do. It's the reason I have "Always check Snopes" as my signature on my main email account. One or two moments just checking out Snopes will debunk a lot of this junk.

Today Dad sent me a forward that has been floating around the 'net for probably nine years or so. It just irked me so much that my dad had sent it to me. I'm on the verge of asking my dad to not send me any forwards at all, but part of me doesn't want to do that. I don't mind the "you're my friend and I want to tell you so" forwards; I might not return them, or send them on, but I do appreciate the sentiments. And if something is actually true, I'd like to hear about that, too. Dad sent me one once that was true, and I passed it on, telling people I'd checked it out on Snopes and it was the real deal. But most times I just reply to all and tell people what Snopes said.

Maybe I'm just getting cranky about this whole forwarding business. I love my Dad, and I love to get emails from him. Just not these forwards.

My parents arrive in a week's time for the Girl's HS graduation, and I am working to clean the house a much as possible. With the Hubby home today, I hope to get some yardwork accomplished (by him and the boys, that is), while I clean the livingroom. The Girl has been working in the kitchen. I'm saving the bathroom for a day when few people are home--it will require lots of bleach and bleach-based products to get things the way they need to be.

Between cleaning bouts, I'll be trying to write. My muse roused a little bit from her coma yesterday and I got a tiny bit done. Still, there's so much more to do...

In any case, I won't be around much over the next few days. Just so's y'all know.

My dad called today to tell me that he's tested positive for prostate cancer. They haven't looked at the options yet, so he's not sure how they're going to treat it, but the doctor seemed confident that they could get it all.

I hope so.