Thief

I had some things stolen while I was gone. I just hate a thief! Thieves and Liars! Hate them both! However, this thief is about 4'10" and answers to the name "Come and Eat!" Yes, she stole several things from my living room while I was away (and in my mind, I still am). She just "wanted them to be with her". Okay......WTH?

Biloxi

Dear Moma,
I am in Biloxi with my husband....you know the one who makes you mind when no one else can. We are having so much fun! I  really don't want to come home, so pardon me when I SNAP your head off! I will be home when I get there. Don't hold your breath!

Time

We have now lost all concept of time. "What time is it?" I show her the clock. "But what time is it?" Sigh.....

This morning she knocked on one of our 3 bedroom doors. Kerry told her to go back to bed. She walked around to the other door and knocked again. She thought she had waited.

She  has lost the ability to grasp 1:45. You have to tell her "15 minutes until 2:00".

She never knows if it is morning or night. (Hello? Look out the window!)

I know I sound mean...(and I am), but it is really about time for the Lord to call her home. She wanders around my house lost. She still messes and rambles, but she is just a shell. My grandmother is gone. I am weary. Pray.

Huh?

Rebekah enters the room.
Moma: Wooooo Hoooo! Where you a goin'?
Rebekah: to rehearsal
Moma: Where?
Rebekah: to rehearsal!
Julie and Rebekah attempt conversation.
Moma: Julie, where's she a goin'?
Julie: Moma, she has play practice.
Moma: What? I didn't understand you.
Julie: She is going to play practice!
Moma: Oh.....
Julie and Rebekah attempt more conversation (including the passing off of hard earned money)
Moma: Becky, where you goin'?
Julie: MOMA! She is going to rehearsal!
Moma: a concert?
Julie: yeah
Time passes after Rebekah leaves.
Moma: Julie, where did Becky go?
Julie: TO REHEARSAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moma: to a concert?
Julie: YES!
Sigh..........................................................

Threats!

Tonight, I was cooking fresh peas, meatloaf and frying fresh okra. Moma was under my feet driving me crazy! I do not handle cooking all that stuff by myself well. I didn't have an egg for the meatloaf, so I texted my friend, Cheryl, for a substitute. She sent me a link to lots of substitutes, not knowing I was elbow deep in ketchup and ground beef (gag), so I just plopped a spoonful of  mayonnaise in it. Cheryl nearly died when I told her. Kerry Payne did NOT marry me for my cooking/cleaning skills! ANYWAY......Moma found my granola bars I had bought for my breakfast. She wrestled one out of the box (destroying the box, I might add) She ate maybe 1/3 of it, then proceeded to wrap the rest up, like she loves to do. I reached for it, saying I'd put it up for her. She jerked the bar away from me, then stuck her nasty little hand in my face. I pushed her hand away, and it hit the refrigerator. She said, "I'll slap the shit out of you!" In my mind I said, "Do it and I'll flip you over backwards in that chair little missy", but what I really said was "You try it, sister!" I really needed to get my walk in tonight so that the visions of doing my family harm would be freed with my stress from my new job situation, but it didn't happen. If it weren't for the grace of God, I'd be a Mountain View resident!

Hypertension

If you were to check my blood pressure right now, I would be on my way to the ER (where my co-pay there has been raised to $150.00!!! Thanks to our legislators like Sen. Phil Williams who think teachers have had it too good for too long.....Hope you enjoyed this term!) I am experiencing this RAGE like when I took birth control pills many moons ago. I seriously want to kill everyone in my path......and guess who that includes? Little Precious woke me up BANGING, not knocking, BANGING on my bedroom door. "I want some breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!" No details, I fed her. No talking, that is how I like it when I wake up, so I went to the laundry room while she ate. When I came back up, she was back in bed. NICE! I was thinking that this might be a good day. I started cleaning house and doing laundry like a maniac trying to divert this rage to a positive path. She got up and I fed her lunch. I vacuumed while she ate, hoping for the same scenario. But I couldn't  be that lucky twice in a row. She began to follow me, making her precious suggestions and "helping" me. She used her bionic arm to rearrange things. I was trying to get some of Rebekah's things from her college apartment put up since she won't be moving back into another apartment. I moved her chest into Mildred's room, (a) for lack of anywhere else to put it and (b) to give her more room to put some of her things (and she does love to ramble through a drawer). She went off like I had moved the deep freeze in there. Finally, I screamed in her face "I don't have anywhere else to put it, and you will just have to live with it, like I live with YOU!" From behind the bathroom door, Rebekah said, "Mother, calm down!" Grrrrrrr......(can't address her today). Then she followed me back into the living room where she made suggestions that basically would have had everything in the room shoved up against the inside wall so "there would be more room. (For what? dancing?) I told her no. As I began boxing books, she was using her bionic arm to prowl through a trash bag. Without batting an eye, I stomped over to her and literally jerked her up by her arm, and hauled her out of the living room, gritting my teeth, saying "Getthehelloutofhere!". It has been a day with Miss Mildred today, and I realize that part of it was me and my strange mood, but I feel my blood pressure rising just typing this, so I am going to let it rest. If you pray, mention me.

Lost as a Goose

Today, she is lost. Nothing more, just lost.