Here is the Princess with her 2 nephews (both named James). There is so much to tell about this year's family reunion, but she is wearing me out tonight. She is engineering CRAZY TRAIN! And she's coming around the bend again. Shoot me.

2010 Family Reunion only a memory now

She got up bright and early this morning. She remembered that we had something to do today, but couldn't put her finger on it. I laid in the bed and listened to her clomp through the house. Finally, I got up and she asked (as if I have never done it before) "Hon, could you fix us some breakfast?" Ugh....I don't speak in the mornings if I don't have to, but you can't just answer her because it is automatically followed with "huh?" which I think is more habit than hearing trouble. During breakfast, she began the tiring repetition of questions.
"Is today Saturday or Sunday?"
"Are you going to take me to that family reunion?"
"What time do we have to be there?"
"Who's gone take me?"
She repeated this series of questions until I swear I was about to lose it.

When we were ready to leave, I had to practically drag her out of the house. She waits until the last minute to fill her purse with everything she can cram in it from her room. She'll check herself in the mirror, go to the bathroom, and then one more time, check that purse. It's awful, but I have to just get ugly and make her leave. (Yes, I take her by the arm and say "Let's go")

(Note: I am editing a post that I haven't posted yet and am not sure how it will post, so I'll detail her behavior in another post....Just FYI)

What room are you in?

Tonight as I was getting out of the bathtub, I could hear Moma talking to herself. She was getting loud and you know how sick I am....I couldn't wait to get to the baby monitor. Kerry and I listened and laughed as she apparently went around asking different ones "What room are you in?" She'd say, "What room are you in? Are you happy (or satisfied) in there?" Then she'd say, "Okay, is everybody covered? Good! Get to work!" So, we thought she must be at work in the cotton mill. She'd get loud sometimes and say, "GET IN THERE!" Finally we realized she was at church. I heard her say, "You ort to get in a room and enjoy Sunday School!" and then she said...."Listen, LISTEN! Every damn one of you get out of this auditorium and get in a room! YOU HEAR ME?" Kerry and I were about to die laughing, but then her door opened. We thought it was over. She stuck her head in the den and said, "Julie......JULIE!" I looked her way. "What room are you in?" she asked. I said, "the den". She came closer and said, "I didn't hear you". I said, "Moma, I am in the den, why?" "You gone stay in here?" I said, "Yeah, why?" She said, "You ain't gone teach nobody?" At this point, I was about to lose it. I said, "No, not tonight". She said, "What about later?" I said, "Yeah, I will". She said, "Who? Who do you want to work with?" I said, "Wherever y'all need me. I will teach wherever y'all need me". She turned and looked at Kerry and said, "You gone stay right there in the church?" He nodded that he was. She swiped her hand and said, "That's all I wanted to know." Turning around, she left the room. We busted a gut. I then said, "Listen Kerry....can you smell the popcorn? Can you hear the circus music?"

It Never Fails

I know she doesn't do it on purpose, even though it seems as if she does....and I kind of want to believe she does (to justify my anger). Every time I have a plan for what to do with her down time, she messes it up by getting back up or having a dying spell or something. Today, she slept until 9:00! Praise the Lord! The sun was shining and I wanted to correct my Vitamin D deficiency. She ate breakfast and began her usual "Help Me Lord" chorus. I got up and cleared the table hoping she'd go back to bed. She finally did and I RAN (yes, ran) to the bathroom to get my bathing suit on. I quickly set up the baby monitor on the deck so I could hear her, grabbed a towel, my cell, and sunglasses. I skimmed the pool for bugs because my tiny pump does basically nothing, stepped over the side, and got settled on my float. Leaning back all comfy, soaking up some rays and over the monitor, I hear CLICK, CLICK.....no, I thought....again.....CLICK, CLICK.........crap! she's up. And then I hear that dreaded silence. I looked over at the french doors and there was Precious. Ugh.....

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Please be quiet! I am on the phone.
You have asked that a million times! LISTEN!
Leave that alone.
What do you want now?
Stop asking for chocolate milk, we have NONE.
Today is TUESDAY for the 59th time.
Kerry has gone to get a trailer, he will be back in a minute.....
Please get out of there.
No, I do not mind you going on to bed (just go!)
Please don't feed the dogs or the cats.
Please stop pounding your Whale crackers into whale dust. They will soften in your mouth.
Do not close that door.
Get out of the refrigerator.
AAAAUUUUGGGGGGGGGH!
Guess how my day has been?

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.

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!