Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
And her latest habit is rising bright and early every morning with me about 5:30. Imagine me trying to get ready for work and her asking 40 million stupid questions. Those of you who know me, know that I DO NOT SPEAK IN THE MORNINGS!!! to anyone, for any reason. And she wants coffee and breakfast. THIS I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR IN THE MORNINGS!
And have I mentioned her new favorite phrase? Shut-up! Isn't that precious??
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Me: WHAT IS IT?????
Moma: Hon, before you go to bed, get them dogs out of my room. They are on my bed and they won't stay out of my room (This is her new platform NO DOGS IN HER ROOM, she claims they relieve themselves in there)
Me: Okay Moma. Close the door.
Me: Close the door please!!
Moma: I didn't understand you!
Me: CLOSE THE DOOR!!!
Moma: Honey, I closed my door. They pushed the door and came in there, and got on my bed.
Me: MOMA!! Close the bathroom door.
Me: CLOSE THE BATHROOM DOOR
Moma: I didn't understand you
Me: JUST CLOSE THE BATHROOM DOOR AND GET OUT OF HERE!!
Moma: I know it.
Note to self: Must begin charging for this show.
Later, she appeared in the kitchen.
Moma: Hey, is she going to do anything about those dogs?
Me: Who? Me? What do you want me to do?
Moma: Julie, whose dogs are those?
Me: They are mine!
Moma: Well put them in your room then!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Until next time, dance like no one is watching.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
My sister was in a wreck back in (uh....)December (?). So, she has been having major neck and back troubles. She made a doctor appt. for Wed. of this week, which is her day off, which is the day she stays at my house with the Precious Princess. My sitter also had an appt. for blood work because it is also her day off. Duh....where does that leave me? Taking a day off that I did not want to take. Now remember, Monday was a holiday and I asked the sitter to go ahead and come in to work so I could get things done (dentist, keys made, check on windshield for Bek's car, etc. You get the idea.) She called at 6ish am to say that her doctor had changed her medicine and it was making her dizzy and she was vomiting. Great! Now, I know she couldn't help it and I am not blaming anyone (just the Payne luck). So, I call and reschedule the dentist, and forget all my other errands and plans. (sigh). I call her Monday evening, and she says she is still a bit dizzy but will be okay. Well, the dizzy demons had other plans. Her husband called me at 6:30 this morning (yes, I was dressed and ready for work and my afternoon doctor appt. in B'ham). I am about to go crazy, not to mention that the PP had gotten herself up at the crack of dawn wanting coffee to settle her stomach (because she had OVER eaten the night before, which I failed to report on, sorry). Now, if you know my companion, Anxiety......He is not my friend. Yes, I am freaking out here. (Stop thinking bad of me, I am not blaming ANYONE!! I just hate change. I am an organization person.) My sweet husband, who I will reward later, said, "Go to work, I'll stay". WHAT A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then, my other companion, Guilt, stopped by. I tried to tell him that he should go to work and I'd stay. He insisted. Now I know why God sent him my way in 1984. He's my ROCK. So, off to work I go. I make all the necessary preparations for being out on Wednesday. On my way home from the doctor, my niece called to offer to stay with Moma Wednesday so I could work. I was hesitant (the change thing, plans were already made). I told her I'd call her back. I did! within 10 minutes to say "YES". So, she is coming to my rescue tomorrow. All smiles here.
None of that had to do with Moma. Here's her deal for the day. When I got home, I immediately began fixing supper. Kerry got up to go to his office and check emails, etc. Moma came in the kitchen and said, "I have to go lay down". I told her that was fine, and then I looked at her, I said, "Moma, you look like you are about to cry." She said, "I'm trying not to." And then she went into a spill about how sad it is not having anyone, nobody comes to see her, and her pastor hasn't even visited her. and on and on. It was pitiful. But then she looked at me and said, "Did you know that I was your aunt?" Oh me............it's the twilight zone again.
My hands hurt from that long post. TTYL
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Today was Kerry's day to go to church. When Moma asked, I was explaining that today is our pastor's last day, and that Kerry had gone to church. She talked about it many times. Later in the day, she saw me getting ready for the reception. My son was going to stay with her while I went; Kerry was already there at a deacon's meeting. It was 3:15. She asked if we were going to have any supper and who was going to stay with her. I kept telling her that I'd be back for supper and I'd handle it. Anything "different" makes her totally crazy. So, the reception was nice and we got home around 6:20. Immediately, she began to question the supper issue. When she got NO results to her query, she got up and said, "I'm going to go to bed if we ain't having no supper". We laughed and told her we would get some supper. After some discussion, we decided on Subway. Now, Moma HATES Subway, but if we don't get her one of the sandwiches when we get one, she tries to die. And of course, she complained from the minute she began unwrapping her sandwich until I took it away from her (I realize I am dragging this out). This thing that she does when we eat drives me crazy! While we eat, she peeks around the napkin basket in the center of the table. She is making sure that she has everything everyone else has. God forbid you get chips that she don't, or a pickle or ANYTHING. Be sure there is enough for her, or don't eat it. She inspects everything on everyone's plate. And, as you well know from former posts, she'll either remove things from your plate or add things to it. It makes me want to eat in a cubicle.
When she got up from the table, she said, "Next time, leave me out of this! I'd rather have a plain round hamburger!"
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
When I was little, there was a song that was popular (and my age is showing, I know) called Wooly Bully. Believe it or not, my Moma used to sing this song with me. We'd ride through town listening to WVOK (the mighty 690, right?) and Joe Rumore in her black Dodge with a push button starter and wing fenders like the bat mobile. We sang "Hey there little red riding hood...." and "Wooly Bullllllllly!" She sang along like a teeny bopper! And she always did it in a funny voice. What a hoot! And for those of you who know, she answered the phone like this, "Joe Rumore!" He never called. We never won.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Maybe, just maybe, when I get to Heaven, after I receive my crown and lay it at Jesus' feet, and after I sing a chorus or two with the Heavenly choir (I sing alto), and after I find Mother and Daddy, and meet my great grandparents I have heard so much about, then maybe if I am good, I'll get a hot bath in peace. No children, No Moma. (She'll probably still be living in my house on Earth...)
Sunday, January 11, 2009
- Who writes my checks?/Who is in charge of my money?
- Who pays my tithe? Who do you pay it to? How do you pay it? Somebody told me that the church doesn't accept mail anymore.
- Where'd they all go? Where is everybody?
- How old am I?
- Did y'all ever put my old house up for sale? How much did you get for it? How about giving me some of that money?
- Are you going to the store? I want some CANDY! Do y'all have anything sweet to eat?
- Are you going to cook dinner/supper? What are we going to eat? Will you give me something to eat?
- Where's them dogs?
Today, she had no clue who I was, who Rebekah was, whether or not I had children...and on and on. She is hung up on her niece Dorothy. She asks about her EVERY DAY! "Don't Dorothy ever come by to see us?" I'm not sure if she means the actual Dorothy or if she is calling my sister that. Whew! She has worn me out today!! Kerry finally ripped her a new one and sent her tail to bed! She slammed her door behind her. Personally, I am thankful right now for no questions.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Tonight at supper, she kept asking Kerry who's cat he had been holding. After about the 4th time, he said, "Yours". She said, "No, it ain't mine". They batted this back and forth for several minutes. She kept trying to make me tell her that the cat was his, not hers. All I would say was, "It isn't his cat" because it isn't. Actually she's Bek's. When it finally settled down, Kerry got up from the table, and looked at her, and said, "Where'd you get that cat?" UGH! Then he promptly left to go work on his truck, leaving me with the madness. Is this blog about her craziness or mine?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Moma has been more "with it" than usual, but she has been going to bed after supper and closing her door, and STAYING THERE UNTIL MORNING. What's up with that? Seriously, she is getting good rest and sleep, so it is okay with me. The sitter has to wake her to get her breakfast, so sleeping may be something she does does more and more. She tells me she loves me every day.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Back to work tomorrow after Christmas break! Yes, I am ready! Yes, I am looking forward to it. It is an in-service day and half the faculty will be out of town at a workshop!!!! I am going to get so much work done with NO interruptions!!!
For 2009....I am going to: stop cussing! and get myself back into shape! To God be the glory!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
She has been hurting today around her rib cage. Not sure if she has some fluid on her lungs, cracked a rib, or just pulled a muscle, but she has been in a good deal of pain. I have had to hold her down though, she loves medicine, and would take it every 30 minutes. You know, princesses do not tolerate pain at all (and according to them, they shouldn't have to).
I go back to work Monday, so look for a better attitude from me! All SMILES here!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Other funny things....the other night she looked at me while I was trying so hard to watch a movie (which was useless) and she said, "Julie! Did you ever marry??" Then she said, "Well I thought you did.....that man......here" Don't ask me to fill in the dots because she talks in brokenness like that. Who knows what is going through her mind.
Tomorrow is more than likely my last time to enter my grandmother's home; a home where I baked cakes, learned at my grandmother's knee, cut my forehead on a dang metal tumbler, and spent many many hours of total happiness. Although I am tired and ready to be finished with all this. I am a little sad. Turning over the keys to a stranger who has no idea of the love that is within the walls of my great grandmother's home where my grandmother has lived since she was seven years old, where my precious Daddy was born and raised, and where so many of our relatives called home at some point in time is going to be hard to say the very least.
Goodbye old house.