Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Back to Reality
This morning, Moma got up WAY before I did, but since I am so laid back from my trip, I laid in the bed and listened to her wander all through my house. She rambled through bags, moved chairs, and was doing something in a cabinet. I decided I needed to get up and check the damages. She had worked so hard rearranging furniture, Rebekah's college things, and all my treasures from my trip to North Carolina. She had things down on the floor that were put up to keep the dogs from making their own. She took things out of bags, ate 2 of my peaches I just bought on the trip, and had folded up all the papers my treasures were wrapped in (to save, I suppose....I tossed them). So, I guess she is going to be in charge today. Well.....I just may let her.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Last night
Tonight is my last night away from Moma!!! I have eaten so much I will need heavy doses of laxatives. Oh well....it's been fun!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Saturday
I'm still away from Moma! Nanny Nanny Boo Boo!!! Having a wonderful time with a dear old friend. Eating like a pig, and laughing like a crazy person! I may never go home. HA!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Bits and Pieces
I haven't really been faithful to the blog lately. I'm just out of sorts because it is summer and I have no schedule and everything to do is on that "Oh, I've got plenty of time to do that. I'll get to it in a minute" plan. And being extremely ADD, I never get to anything. But....even though I am in laid back mode, Moma is NOT. She has been so busy and annoying and irritating these last few days that I am publicly announcing that I do not like her (for now anyway).
She has been on that "Do you think I need a perm'nt" kick for several weeks and we have put her off because her beauty shop charges $72 for a perm!!!!! And I understand that she has troll doll hair and it isn't easy, but please.....so I put her off until her SS check hit the bank. (Cha-ching) It isn't much, but at least we won't go to jail over her getting a perm. So, Monday she started her long drawn out tirade of asking about getting a perm, and going to the beauty shop, and who is going to take her, and on and on and on....you can imagine. By Tuesday it was in an epidemic state. She wanted me to call the lady at 7 am. Yes, I didn't hit the wrong key. Then at 8 am. I had to make her mad to get her to hush. She threatened to call herself. I told her if she did, she wouldn't go. She screamed at me over and over about calling the poor woman who has to tame the troll. I finally got her last night about 8:30. Of course, by then, I had lied and told Moma that I had talked to her and she said, "okay". That did not stop Mildred. At 8:00 last night, she stood over me until I called her again and confirmed the time. She literally wears me out. Sometimes I win these things and most of the time, she does. So, as I type, the princess is at the beauty shop, getting a perm, eating snacks and drinking coffee. Good grief!
She has been on that "Do you think I need a perm'nt" kick for several weeks and we have put her off because her beauty shop charges $72 for a perm!!!!! And I understand that she has troll doll hair and it isn't easy, but please.....so I put her off until her SS check hit the bank. (Cha-ching) It isn't much, but at least we won't go to jail over her getting a perm. So, Monday she started her long drawn out tirade of asking about getting a perm, and going to the beauty shop, and who is going to take her, and on and on and on....you can imagine. By Tuesday it was in an epidemic state. She wanted me to call the lady at 7 am. Yes, I didn't hit the wrong key. Then at 8 am. I had to make her mad to get her to hush. She threatened to call herself. I told her if she did, she wouldn't go. She screamed at me over and over about calling the poor woman who has to tame the troll. I finally got her last night about 8:30. Of course, by then, I had lied and told Moma that I had talked to her and she said, "okay". That did not stop Mildred. At 8:00 last night, she stood over me until I called her again and confirmed the time. She literally wears me out. Sometimes I win these things and most of the time, she does. So, as I type, the princess is at the beauty shop, getting a perm, eating snacks and drinking coffee. Good grief!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Hey!
Moma: Hey!! Is anybody in there? HEY!!!
Me: (jumping out of bed and re-directing her to her room)
Moma: Where they all at?
Me: (mumbling something obscene)
Moma: HEY! Where is everybody??? Why ain't there no one here?
Me: Moma, it is 4:00 in the morning. There is no one up, we are all in the bed!
Moma: oh.....
Me: (stomping out of her room, slamming her door)
Moma: Smart ass
Me: (jumping out of bed and re-directing her to her room)
Moma: Where they all at?
Me: (mumbling something obscene)
Moma: HEY! Where is everybody??? Why ain't there no one here?
Me: Moma, it is 4:00 in the morning. There is no one up, we are all in the bed!
Moma: oh.....
Me: (stomping out of her room, slamming her door)
Moma: Smart ass
Thursday, July 1, 2010
EARLY Thursday
Saddle up, this may be a long ride. My heart is so heavy for Melodie, Baylor, Blake and Brandon. Craig joined his parents in Heaven last night. He was one of those friends who loved life, never met a stranger, and made you feel like you were the only person worth talking to. For many years, he was just the little brother of a childhood friend, but came to be more of a friend than his sister. He married my precious friend, and in the very prime of his life, got the most dreaded diagnosis. I am happy that he is no longer in pain, but already feel the void his absence creates. I love you, Craig.
In case you are wondering why I am up at 5:23 am, it would be because the little princess decided at 3 am to take a walk on the wild side, and try to get past Mr. Payne for some chocolate milk. Her first mistake was turning off our fan. Mr. Payne, unlike me, is a light sleeper....so don't try to get anything past him. Me? You could walk off with the house. But, at 51, once I get woke up, I pretty much stay that way (without meds). I was awakened to their arguments over chocolate milk. He marched her back to her room and told her to get back in the bed after some lengthy discussion. I hate that she is wearing on his patience. I do not want her to cause him any health problems. His blood pressure is high enough already. Shortly after he closed her door, I saw the light come on in the hallway. She was up again. This time, I got up. She was peeking around the corner of the living room. I got her by the arm, and started moving her back to her room. She protested loudly and persistently. I normally give in, but I did not want to feel the wrath of Mr. Payne for letting her have her way. Long story short, I had to stand in the doorway to block her from leaving her room. At first, she stood toe to toe with me, then she sat down in a chair and pulled that pentecostal prayer thing. "Jesus, help me! (hands raised) Lord, do help me!" So I just prayed along with her OUT LOUD! "Yes, Lord. She needs help. Take her home to be with you". This stopped that little charismatic outburst. She then moved over to the bed, and sat on the end. At this point, she began the little girl pleading. "Julie, why can't I have some milk?" "I'm hungry" "I just want some milk" "I never thought you'd do me this way..." Before that thought was out of her mouth good, I said, "I never thought you would do ME this way. You have told us to knock you in the head when you get up in the night...I'm trying to get you back in bed." I heard Rebekah's door open. Great, now she has woken up the entire household, as her room is over Christopher's bed, so I know he is hearing all this. Rebekah tried to persuade me to go get her some milk, arguing with me that it is easier to just let her have her way. I was too far into this battle to give in. "Moma, you have now woken up everyone in the house. Kerry has to work tomorrow and Rebekah has school. GET IN THE BED!" Sitting on the side of the bed with a smug look on her face, she said, "Go on! I'll get in the bed." I stood my ground. "You gone stand there all night?" I nodded. Finally, she said, "I'll lay down...." She began fixing her covers, and acting as if she were going to do what I asked, but I know her well. She kept saying, "Go on". I stood firm. Finally, I said, "I can be just as stubborn as you are and I am not moving until you are in the bed covered up". She finally gave in and laid down and covered herself up. That was quite the victory! She is stubborn as a mule, and tonight I wanted to cattle prod her. As I laid my head back down, attempting (and failing) to go back to sleep, I began to wonder if I could use a stun gun on her. Yes, I just finished the new Stephanie Plum novel.
In case you are wondering why I am up at 5:23 am, it would be because the little princess decided at 3 am to take a walk on the wild side, and try to get past Mr. Payne for some chocolate milk. Her first mistake was turning off our fan. Mr. Payne, unlike me, is a light sleeper....so don't try to get anything past him. Me? You could walk off with the house. But, at 51, once I get woke up, I pretty much stay that way (without meds). I was awakened to their arguments over chocolate milk. He marched her back to her room and told her to get back in the bed after some lengthy discussion. I hate that she is wearing on his patience. I do not want her to cause him any health problems. His blood pressure is high enough already. Shortly after he closed her door, I saw the light come on in the hallway. She was up again. This time, I got up. She was peeking around the corner of the living room. I got her by the arm, and started moving her back to her room. She protested loudly and persistently. I normally give in, but I did not want to feel the wrath of Mr. Payne for letting her have her way. Long story short, I had to stand in the doorway to block her from leaving her room. At first, she stood toe to toe with me, then she sat down in a chair and pulled that pentecostal prayer thing. "Jesus, help me! (hands raised) Lord, do help me!" So I just prayed along with her OUT LOUD! "Yes, Lord. She needs help. Take her home to be with you". This stopped that little charismatic outburst. She then moved over to the bed, and sat on the end. At this point, she began the little girl pleading. "Julie, why can't I have some milk?" "I'm hungry" "I just want some milk" "I never thought you'd do me this way..." Before that thought was out of her mouth good, I said, "I never thought you would do ME this way. You have told us to knock you in the head when you get up in the night...I'm trying to get you back in bed." I heard Rebekah's door open. Great, now she has woken up the entire household, as her room is over Christopher's bed, so I know he is hearing all this. Rebekah tried to persuade me to go get her some milk, arguing with me that it is easier to just let her have her way. I was too far into this battle to give in. "Moma, you have now woken up everyone in the house. Kerry has to work tomorrow and Rebekah has school. GET IN THE BED!" Sitting on the side of the bed with a smug look on her face, she said, "Go on! I'll get in the bed." I stood my ground. "You gone stand there all night?" I nodded. Finally, she said, "I'll lay down...." She began fixing her covers, and acting as if she were going to do what I asked, but I know her well. She kept saying, "Go on". I stood firm. Finally, I said, "I can be just as stubborn as you are and I am not moving until you are in the bed covered up". She finally gave in and laid down and covered herself up. That was quite the victory! She is stubborn as a mule, and tonight I wanted to cattle prod her. As I laid my head back down, attempting (and failing) to go back to sleep, I began to wonder if I could use a stun gun on her. Yes, I just finished the new Stephanie Plum novel.
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