Worst blogger EVER

I looked at the last date i had blogged and was embarrassed. My people need me....except no one reads this but me....oh well, I guess it's ok that I've missed almost a month. Less for me to reread.
Vacation was a blast! After the year I've had. I really needed! My oldest nephew is so funny! At 3 he has such a personality. I have taught him that his middle name is impatient. He tells everyone that's his name. I made a promise I would teach him his real name before he starts school. His brother Natertot. That's what I call him. He's just a round little boy. The happiest baby you'd ever meet. You know something is wrong if he's crying. He was sick so he didn't feel his normal happy self. We've decided to make this a yearly trip. If you only knew the dynamics that made up this family you would be surprised. Maybe someday I'll go into all of that.
My tan is fading and I must get back to work. I won't take so long to blog next time.
Until then...

Vaction

Actually I mean Vacation but it seems on my calendar at work I wrote Vaction. I'm off to the beach for a little R&R, which means chasing a 3 year old along the sand or as he likes to call it
"The Big Water"
I know I'll have some stories from this trip.....

Mommy Dearest...

I love my mom, she is the most amazing woman I know. The past three years have been rough for my family and through it all she has held her head high. Her faith is stronger and a sense of humor I didn't realize she had. I guess as she gets older, she hates hearing that, she just says what's on her mind. She has lost her filter. Sometimes it just comes out and I'm taken back. I'm use to being the one to shock. Is she paying me back? Like the time she asked "How about we go get tattoos?" She has always thought they were awful, like any southern belle would. I was speechless. I just looked at her. She said she would get the world like Phoebe on Friends did. The world. A little dot. Whereas I'm sure I would come out with mine all nice and permanent. I actually want a tattoo but I can't picture my mother having one.

The best story yet of mom is when we went to see Camelot with Lou Diamond Phillips. Our seats are front row center. At that time it was not long after my dad passed away very suddenly. Mom had taken some anti anxiety medicine that makes her sleepy. There we are front row center, Lou Diamond on stage, and my mother slumped as far down as she can... asleep. I know he had to have seen her. At intermission a lady behind us asked "Did you enjoy your nap?" Mom looks and her and responds "I'm medicated". Did my ears deceive me or did she just tell a stranger she on medication. The person she needed to explain that to is Lou Diamond Phillips. I'll admit it was very boring and I was the only one of our group that did not nod off.
I do love my mom and I'm sure there will be many more posts about her....

Momaw

My grandmother, whom I love dearly, at 89 years old has dementia. Yes, we as her decendants have diagnosed her. My mom and I recently went to the nursing home to visit her. I know she doesn't mean anything offensive when she says "I'm so glad you came to see me. It's been so long." To her it has been. Anyway, when we arrived she had just finished lunch and was sitting in her wheelchair out in the open area near the nurse's station. We talked for a while and she kept asking me how long it took to get there. "About 20 minutes". I don't live that far, we believe she had me confused with my deceased sister who lived in Biloxi, MS. The best was when another lady had been wheeled out there and she starts saying "I'm cold" over and over again. My mother, the good Samaritan, wanted to do her part to help so she leans over to ask the lady her name. "Huh. I can't hear you." My mother gets about 6 inches from this lady's ear and yells " DO YOU KNOW YOUR ROOM NUMBER?" Of course she didn't and she didn't hear mom. It took all I had not to fall out of my comfy chair with laughter. Mom gets a little closer "DO YOU KNOW YOUR ROOM NUMBER?" She hears this time as I believe moms lips were touching her ear lobe. Now I have to let you know this open area is like an atrium. Sound traveled far that day. I know the entire building had to hear mom yelling. Mom ends up taking this lady to her room with Momaw and I following not far behind. As I pass this poor lady's room I see mom is parking her wheelchair with her back to the door. I'm surprised she didn't just push her in from the doorway and run. That's what is looked like. I had mom park this lady where she could at least see out the door. She never heard mom again. I really feel sorry for her roomie. I would go nuts hearing "huh, can't hear you" all day.

So you know you're getting old....

Last night was a revelation. I went to the funeral home and it was like a high school reunion. Not only are we now seeing each other at funeral homes and socializing but we even discussed our favorite Wal-Mart. When Wal-Mart was brought up it was like a light went off in my head that was flashing "OLD". I wanted a drink! I might have even said it out loud...