Totally Nuts

After Moma pulled black eyed peas out of her robe pocket tonight at supper, she spoke such nonsense that a stranger would have thought she was drunk. She would say "HEY!" like a drunk, and then spout out some really crazy stuff like....."Where can I.........well, I want to know..................you know..............well SHIT! When are they gonna have that in Gadsden?" (dumbfounded look on my face) I say, "when are they gonna have what Moma?" She muttered something, then said, "awwww, it ain't a ballgame.....it's a.......awwww.....well, it's a big deal." Then her conversation turned to the ballgame. She asked where the ballgame was, how much it cost, where she could get a ticket and on and on......CRAZY! I kept trying to get her to finish eating and take her medicine, but she kept blowing me off. It was crazy!! When I finally got her to take her medicine, she swallowed her pills with her cough medicine, instead of water. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. She made ugly faces and gagged and then stuck out her tongue with 3 pills still on it. What a nutwagon!!!

Nonsense

Yesterday, Moma was coughing and couldn't seem to stop.
Me: Goodness gracious! Let me get your something for that cough!
Moma: I hope I don't lose the baby.

WHAT????????????????????????????????????????????

Chewing Gum

This was last night at supper. I haven't gotten those other videos from Rebekah yet from Friday night.
This was pretty good. This was after I witnessed her smash chewing gum into the cup of pills that she was refusing to take. She was awful! She is being a little smart you-know-what. Just like a 4 year old.....Good Lord.

Rally

After our very sad and tiring day Thursday, Moma rallied back Friday with a vengeance. She refused to take her medicine Friday morning. The sitter called me and tattled on her. I said, "Look, if she doesn't want to take it, don't make her. Offer it to her again at lunch, but if she refuses, forget it!" Then Rebekah said it went from bad to worse. Moma was fighting with the nurse's aide and the sitter over a bath. Rebekah finally talked her into washing off. Moma was ready to fight anyone who crossed her, but at supper......she rocked our world! She was funny and she sang. She made us laugh until our sides hurt. Stay tuned, there is video to come.

Thursday

If you came looking to laugh, go up to the right hand corner of your screen and click that red X (unless you are on a Mac). There is nothing to laugh about at my house tonight. Tonight, Momaw forgot how to feed herself. Let me explain.
I cooked supper early so that Rebekah could eat before rehearsal at the Ritz. I had everything ready, when Momaw got up and came into the kitchen. Rebekah had already reported to me earlier that she was very out of it. And when I got home, she was without a diaper because she forgets to put one back on when she takes a wet one off. Anyway, she strolled around the kitchen looking and peeping around. She told me that she was going crazy. Then she asked me this. "Do you think that I should leave?" I said, "Momaw, I don't understand what you mean. If you left, where would you go?" She shook her head and said, "I ain't got nowhere. You are all I've got". We had more of this crazy conversation, and then she abruptly ended it by saying, "I'm going in here to sit on the couch until you need me. If you need me, will you come and get me?" I nodded. "Julie, you ain't just sayin' that are you? Will you come get me?" I said, "Moma, I promise you!" Rebekah came in and was showing me her purchases and getting her plate fixed when Moma came back into the kitchen. She had chocolate on her hands and a wadded up candy paper. I showed her the garbage can and she asked if she could sit at the table. I nodded and pulled out her chair. When Rebekah began eating, I decided to fix mine and Moma's plates instead of waiting on Kerry. Moma sat with her hands in her lap, and she was turned sideways. I got up and moved her chair up to the table. I sat down and began to eat. Rebekah reminded Moma to eat. She said, "I will", but just sat with those little hands folded in her lap. I said, "Moma, let me stir it up for you." and I began to stir her food. She said, "Will you help me eat?" Confused, I said, "What do you mean?" She said, "I'll wait until you finish eating." Hands still folded in her lap, she seemed calm and quiet. Rebekah and I tried talking to her about it, but she kept insisting that I finish my food first.Then Rebekah asked her something (I can't remember what) and she screamed out, "You are going to help me eat!" almost mean like.  Finally, I pushed my plate back and told her I was finished. She never moved her hands from her lap. I fed her like a baby. I held her cup so she could drink. Inside, my heart was breaking. Inside, I was weeping. Kerry came home and asked her if she couldn't feed herself. She looked at me and asked, " Does he mind you helping me eat?" I assured her that he was okay with it. She finished up, and I fixed her some chocolate milk and gave her medicine to her. Then she asked to be taken to bed. I walked with her to her room, helped her in bed, covered her up, and walked away in tears.

Happy New Year

Moma has no clue that it is a new year. She has no clue there was an old one. She is totally out of it today. She slept until 12:00. And I must confess, I let her because I slept until 11:45. I'm not sure why. I got into bed a little after 12. Oh well...Happy New Year!

I had to make a run to meet a friend who had smoked a Boston Butt for me. No one was available to sit with her for a few minutes, so I loaded her up which took FOREVER. She is not walking well today. Got her buckled in and off we went. We went down Hwy. 11, and as we approached Oak Hill Cemetary, she said, "They killed all the ones that lived out here". I didn't ask. Freaky. Then when we got home, she refused to get out of the car because she didn't want to go in and she does not live here. Finally, I got her in and settled. She took a good long nap, but got up for supper as crazy as a loon. "Have you seen that womern?" I had no clue what she was talking about, but she insisted that "they" told her that we needed to watch for that woman who was going to show us the light. (Can you believe that Cheryl Taylor?) She kept asking all through supper about the woman, but the story changed several times. Then she dropped her head, closed her eyes, and said, "Momma.......Momma.....where is that womern? Is she coming?" Then she popped her head up and said, "She don't know".  A few minutes later, I tried to get her up because she was falling asleep in her plate. She screeched at me, "I'm gone wait on that teacher!" (new story line? who knows?) I finally took her plate and scooped her up and deposited her in the bed, with her jabbering about that womern the whole time. I hope she finds her.

I gave up on the one from Christmas Eve....it was priceless, so I hate you are missing that. But, here she is trying to be cute and nice after telling Rebekah and me to "ram it up our asses". She wants the in-laws to think she is a precious princess. I was not amused nor entertained.