YES!!!

Interviewed a sitter today, and I think she is THE ONE! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She seems down to earth and has a good personality. She is going to do trial basis this summer and then take over in the fall, if it all works out, and I do not see a problem!! I am so happy! My kids will be too! My husband will be happy if I am happy!
See me smile.
See me smile and relax.
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
See me go shopping.
See me go shopping and not have to beg someone to babysit.
See me enjoy life again.
See me smile.
Smile, smile, smile.

Dying

This morning at 6:30 am, Moma called me into the kitchen (mind you, she is NEVER awake at 6:30). She said, "I'm a dyin'". Now I have heard this speech before, but you would not believe how clear she talks when she gives this speech. I said, "You are?" She kept saying, "It's awful..." but I just humored her because like I said I have heard this before more than I want to. This time though, she told me that God had revealed it all to her. She jumped around so I never quite got the gist of what was going to happen to her, but something is, according to her. I told her that she must have had a bad dream, but she wouldn't have it. Then she begged me to find all her people and make sure that they are ready to meet the Lord, because that is all that is important. And she kept asking me if I was ready. I assured her that I was, so then she began telling me that she wanted to have all her family in Heaven with her. I tried to tell her that she was healthy, but she said that didn't matter according to what she had seen last night. Personally, I think she was reliving that awful night in November, but that never came up. I tried putting a positive spin on it by telling her that Heaven is a grand place, and dying would not be bad because she would be perfect and have NO psoriasis! She wouldn't have it. She kept saying she was so nervous. She finally went back to bed. But..................guess what?
MILDRED WOKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When will the rambling end??

I am about to go crazy with her in rambling mode. She opens mail, reads my "to do" list, goes through my groceries, rambles in drawers, digs through my Avon books and stuff. I am going to her house as soon as I get a relief moment, and bring her some "stuff" to do. I think I'll bring all her old receipts and bills statements, and the funeral home stuff and cards from my grandfather's death, and maybe some drawer contents and tell her to weed out what she doesn't want. She needs to leave my things alone! I have finally put all mine and Rebekah's things from the bathroom in the closet and locked it. The only thing on the counter is stuff she can mess in. I have had to throw away expensive creams and lotions that she has used on the south end of her. Yes, she will put any random product on her hind quarters when she feels the urge. She is cussing on a regular basis and will drop the sh*# bomb in a minute! She also feels the need to discuss her toileting habits with anyone who happens to be in the house; family, company, UPS man....
I guess the funniest thing she has done in rambling mode is when she came to get me about the boxes that Rebekah had packed to take to college. She had printed BEK in big letters in permanent marker. Moma said, "These boxes say that you are supposed to deliver them to Belks Department store". I said, "No Moma, they say BEK". She said, "Well, maybe she is supposed to deliver them to Belks". She's killing me..............

Final word

Just a final word......
after the big deal over Wendy's, she told my husband that she had always loved candy growing up, and that she told me to buy her some candy, and that I just laughed in her face. I am guessing this happened in a twilight zone, because I have never heard that. And why is she on my case, HE brought in the bag from Wendy's with nothing in it for her!
Oh well.....

Liar Liar, pants on fire....

The whole weekend so far has been just precious. Moma is most certainly MILDRED, but, not the one that raised me, the most recent Mildred (of the past 5 years). She has rambled in every drawer, sack, closet, box, purse, cabinet, and hole she could get in. She has had a record number of "boo boo" accidents, and done a fair share of cussing too. I have called her Ramblin' Rose, but that makes her so mad. The funniest thing is how greedy she is about food.
Today at about 3ish, she started nagging me about supper. When I would ask if she was hungry, she'd say, "no, I just wondered". Finally, she came through,disgusted, and said to me, "They said we was gonna have supper, but I'll believe it when I see it." It was about 5:30 (and the no less than 12th time she'd mentioned supper). So, I reminded her that Kerry would be bringing supper home, when he came home, and could she not wait? She said she could, but would not hush about eating. So, I offered her some chicken soup. She said it was better than nothing so I fixed it. She ate the whole bowl. In the meantime, Kerry called to say he was going to get our supper and who all was eating. I told him that she had already eaten, to just get us something. Just about the time she finished up, and was putting her bowl in the sink, he came in with a big sack from Wendy's. She said, "There he comes with our supper!!" Without going into the much repeated and irritating dialogue that transpired, just be assured that she was highly ticked off that there was nothing for her in that bag. As we sat down to eat, she kept tryng to get into the bag as I was getting our food out. Then she stood between us while we began eating doing her usual grunting. I was not ugly, but I said, "You can sit with us at the table or you can sit in the den, but you are not going to stand over me while I eat." She said, "Well, pardon me" very sarcastic like. She said again, "I didn't want anything anyway", so I said, a little loud perhaps, "You could not wait on him to bring our supper home, you had to eat, so you ate! That was YOUR choice!!!" She leaned over to my ear as if to tell me a secret and said as hateful as ever, "Why don't you shut up lying?" (her pronunciation is shet-up)
I'd like to see a show of hands of who wants to trade places with me.

Mildred

Just a quick entry.....
Today, Mildred woke up. So, needless to say, we have argued and fussed most of the day. Thank goodness I have school this weekend and she'll be Sherry's (a.k.a. Dorothy) problem. If she wants a fight....Sherry will give her one! lol
I'm hoping Millicent will return soon. And maybe we have seen the LAST of Miley. lol
Have a great weekend!!!

Moma's Big Day!

For several days, Moma has wanted me to call "Dorothy" which we know by now is Sherry. She wants Sherry to call Dinah at the beauty shop to get her an appointment. Obviously, I don't have sense enough to call the beauty shop and do away with the middle Dorothy. She went all into details about getting her hair cut and getting perm, blah-dy blah-dy, blah.....Then she begins the old tirade of needing her some money. Yada yada yada......Well, it just so happens that Sherry (a.k.a. Dorothy) contracted the stomach virus thingy from the pits of hell. Now anyone who knows me knows that I will run from a throw-upy thing like a maniac. So I told Sherry to stay as far away from my house as the east is from the west. I asked her not to even look toward my house or think about happy times here until she is well and virus free for at least 48 hours. So, that left me to deal with this beauty shop dilemma.Got up this morning and called the beauty shop. Finally got someone on my second attempt. Yes, they said to bring her on, they'd work her in. She was thrilled. So she began asking what she should wear. Now, get the visual. This little woman has ALWAYS dressed fit to kill. And she wears stockings, not panty hose. Something has to hold up those stockings (and that would be her girdle, BUT! she wears a pull-up type diaper). Now, when she wets herself (and she will), how is she going to change all that garb without completely disrobing at the beauty shop? So, brilliant me, I suggest that she wear one of her nice "house dresses" (thin housecoat), and her nicest pair of house slippers. She doesn't like it but I can tell she is thinking it over. So, I leave her alone, but notice her putting on her green suit, but the skirt keeps falling to the floor. After saying a few expletives, she gets out her new "house dress". I go in her room and she says, what kind of shoes am I going to wear? I got her house slippers and she flipped out. So, you get the picture......this was dragging on ad nauseum, so I washed my hands and left her. Now remember: Dinah is waiting on her. Plus, she was trotting to the bathroom between cussing, and changing clothes. Finally I went in to rush her along, and pulled out her black suit. I pinned the skirt, and begged her to get with it. She was looking for her glasses which she NEVER wears. Then she wanted some mints (I had none). She was in her jewelry box, in her closet, looking for her "pocket book", hunting kleenex. You'd have thought she was never going to come home.We finally get in the car, after my near coronary. I took her in and was prepared to stay with her, but Dinah said, "No, we'll be fine". I couldn't get out of there fast enough! (Big smile!)I know I have drug this on, so here is the end. When they finished with her, she told Becky not to call me because I was not at home! She wanted to stay! I got down there to pay her bill and pick her up and she wouldn't go. I left and went to Wally World, and then picked her up. She was at the beauty shop from 9:50 to 2:30! Could this be my new daycare??????One last funny....tonight when I got home from school, she was in her bed with her hot pink sleep cap on (which is 9 miles too big) and my AUBURN jacket!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Precious!