Ugh

It is 3:54 am on Sunday, August 16th. I am at my kitchen table writing this post because I can't go back to sleep. My crazy grandmother woke me up an hour and a half ago. I hate being 50 because there is no "going back to sleep" which has NEVER been a problem for me. Once someone wakes me into a full awake status....ugh. Sleep never returns.
Kerry and I had gone to bed around 10:30. My crazy nocturnal kids were not even home yet. We always leave a lamp on in the den for Rebekah because she parks out back. About midnight, the phone rang and woke me. I am blind without my glasses/contacts and I was fumbling around trying to answer it when I heard Rebekah say, "Who is pushing buttons on the phone?" I apologized and tried to hang it up. Startled but not fully awake, I went back to sleep. The next thing I heard was a loud knock on our door, the door opening, and my crazy grandmother entering the room hollering, "I hate to wake y'all up but there is a leak in my kitchen floor". I checked the clock, 2:30, ugh...........I got out of bed to attend to her, and noticed that every light is on from one end of the house to the other, not sure if she turned them on or the kids left them on. I started walking to her room saying to her that she doesn't have a kitchen, to no avail. Of course, there was NO WATER on the floor in her room. I told her that, but she argued. She wanted me to pull her bed out from the wall and look behind it. NO WATER!!! Then she told me to put my hand down there and feel it. NO WATER!!! I am not a nice person when I first wake up, so I wanted to ring her neck and dress her for our Sunday dinner! She was still arguing with me as I slammed her door screeching, "GET IN THE BED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I got back into the bed knowing full well that sleep would not come. So here I am, sitting in my kitchen, trying to be quiet, while everyone else in my house sleeps. And tomorrow is MY church day. I'll never wake up. Ugh...........

The Beauty Shop Just Wears Her Out!

Beauty shop days are usually restful, because it wears her out! This is her after her adventure this past Wednesday! Hopefully, I'll be that limber at 96! lol

Psoriasis is terrible

You all know how I hate to scratch her when she "eeeeeeetches", but tonight she pulled down her pants in the kitchen (precious) to reveal a case of psoriasis like I have never seen! There is maybe a couple of inches on her lower back that is not covered. Her skin is red and flaky all over her back. Her arms and legs don't look much better. She now has it on her face and in her scalp. She picks at it constantly. We cannot make her understand that the heavy robes she wears is suffocating her skin. She thinks she is cold but her skin in suffocating. AND she wants to coat it in Vaseline!!! We are taking her to a dermatologist the 19th. We think she is the very best dermatologist in Alabama, maybe the US! Dr. Elizabeth Jacobson in Inverness has done wonders for me, my family and my friends. We love her!!!

Sunday Quickie

This afternoon while I was at the grocery store, Sherry came by to pick up something for the grand kids on her way to church. Moma was trying to talk to her (about money and the bank) while Sherry was talking to Rebekah. Moma wants her some MONEY. Sherry told her she didn't have any because she had so many bills to pay. She began listing all her expenses. Moma just left the room and sat on the living room couch. When Sherry left, Rebekah heard her say under her breath, "You never come to see me and you're taking all my money. You can kiss my ass!" What a hoot! So, when I got home from the store, she came practically running into the kitchen. "Julie!" she began, "Will you take care of me?" I was puzzled not knowing yet about the above situation. I said, "Moma, I have been taking care of you for nearly 2 years now." She told me how much she appreciated me and that if she had anything I needed or wanted, I could have it. Then she said, "When I die, everything I have is yours". Smiling, I said, "mine and Sherry's". She said, "Well, the one that does all the work should have it all!" (I have Rebekah as a witness! lol) The rest of the night has been spent to thanking me and paying me for all I do. She just brought me $2 for the Vaseline I bought her at the grocery store. I should ride this for all it's worth!!

Men know how to take care of women

I came in the other day and my sitter could not tell me this without laughing her head off! Apparently, according to my grandmother, men know how to take care of women, and she wants her one. She went on and on about how a man knows how to take care of a woman, and she wishes she had a man to take care of her. I am not going to ask any questions nor do I want to discuss this further.
Ugh....

TKO (updated version)

Good Lord, she punched the sitter today.....shhhhh! getting more details! Update to come...

Okay, my sitter (who is GOD SENT) was sitting at the kitchen table today when Moma opened the refrigerator. She asked her what she was doing. Moma told her she was getting her one of "them little chocolate drinks" that is the source of her GREED. Sue said, "No, there is only one left and you'll want that tonight before you go to bed. Put that up". Lefty drew back her fist and slugged Sue in the shoulder, hard enough to lunge her forward. Of course, she got on to Moma, but the deed was done at that point! I called home to check to see if I needed to bring anything home, and Sue told me what happened. I was furious!
When I got home, the princess was asleep. When she awoke, long after Sue left, she came into the kitchen and asked me, "You got anything to drink?" which is her code for I want a chocolate drink. I said, "Oh you mean your little chocolate drinks? There won't be any more of them! You acted ugly today and hit Sue over one of them, so I won't be buying you any more." She acted confused and said, "Whaaat?" I reminded her again that she had hit the sitter and that I won't be able to keep a sitter with her acting like that, so she'll have to go to the nursing home because I have to work. She said, "I didn't hit her". I said, "Oh yes you did!" She said defiantly, "She hit me first!" OH MY GOD!!! IS SHE 5 YEARS OLD?????????? I said, "Moma, she did NOT hit you at all, but YOU were ugly to her!" She said, "That's her tale" and staggered out of the kitchen. What in the world am I going to do with my little/old woman???

Flipside Cafe

We got sandwiches from the Flipside tonight. And of course, Moma's was not right. I got her chicken salad (which she LOVES) on a croissant (hmm....have I learned to spell that?) with pasta salad on the side. We got fries with our sandwiches. She hates fries.
"Hon, the next time you get me a sandwich, just get me a ham sandwich like you got" UGH! "This ain't good". Kerry went berserk! He told her she'd gripe no matter what. "Forgive me" is all she offers. Seriously, it is so disheartening to buy her food and think you are doing something great and get it home to find out it is ALL WRONG! Nothing is ever right. She is never happy with whatever you choose for her. Then she got all sappy, and begged our forgiveness. Then you feel bad for being irritated with her! Sigh....it's a never ending cycle.