9 December, 2013 18:06

My first sewing project in a long, long, very long time. It is a tote bag. I can use it to carry stuff to the church, or as an over night bag or a junk bag. It’s good to know I still have the ability to sew!

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Morning.
Church yesterday was quite the experience. Arrived in a rain storm, was presented with 3 months of the pastor’s retirement forms he had failed to get to me after finally getting him an account set up with them! Took care of that.
Then we discovered we had ran out of gas. Probably Terry’s fault for not checking the tank since he’s the deacon of the month. Oh well. Stuff happens. The whole church smelled awful of gas which wasn’t helping my breathing issues.
Cleared up a question I had on a deposit. Nope, wasn’t my adding this time. 😀
Sunday School went off without a hitch, but right after the preacher began preaching the lights went off…thankfully for only a few moments.

This morning when Terry went to leave he said that CJ must have gone back to the motel with her bf, which is where we were told she was most of the week. Guess she was using that SSI check she gets wisely. (sarcasm used here) As Terry left, I asked Shandi if CJ went home last night and she sighs and says…"No, her and my mama left late last night and only told me they were going to a friends. My mama wouldn’t tell me what friend they were going to see. "

I let her know how sorry I was that she was alone and asked why she didn’t come spend the night with me. Her reply was that it was lightening and dark and she didn’t have a flashlight. She probably didn’t have a phone to call me either because I would have gone to get her. I will talk to her daddy about getting her a simple phone, easy for her to text and talk on so she will have a means of getting hold of me. She said her mom leaving left her without an alarm and the little free phone she has doesn’t have an alarm.

Done!

That Christmas gathering of my side of the family; only this year it was minus that good for nothing brother of mine and plus that silly boy my 17 year old niece married.

OMG!!! First of all, the daddy (bil) smokes. He must smoke one behind the other at home and he must not bathe but once a month and this wasn’t the time of the month for a bath because I almost gagged from the smoke when they first came in. Of course it’s on everyone’s clothes because everyone lives in the house and it is a tiny house.

Then later, I almost gagged because over the stinky smoke smell was the *I DON"T REMEMBER WHEN I BATHED* smell…talk about an appetite killer. Have I said, OMG???

Then we have to consider the majority of the crew are a few nuts short of full acorn tree; so we have talk of farting, stinking up the bathroom, rolling over on people and smushing them in their sleep and calling each other fat butt and whatever else crosses their mind. **sigh** and ***sigh again***

then there is sister who grins through it all. What else can she do? She works her butt off at Walmart decorating cakes and they sit around home and do nothing as far as I can see but stink up the place. *sigh*

And then there is smart Holly who has a brilliant mind, a talent for drawing and a quick wit–Holly isn’t bad to be around. She just talks 100 MPH and often with some accent that makes her very hard to understand.

I prayed hard they would hurry and leave. This began at the end of the first hour. By then the odor had penetrated the very crevices of my home, had taken up residence in my nose. After all, it was 5 PM…make that an hour an a half after arrival–they were supposed to be here at 4, they arrived at 3:30. I prayed from then until almost 6 before they finally stopped dissing each other, stuffing cheese and chocolate treats in their mouth, stinking up my toilet and otherwise making a nuisance of themselves.

I swear, when the word redneck hillbilly was invented there was a picture of these right there by it!!!

Please don’t get me wrong. I love my sister. While she has her faults–baby talking all the time, never really listening to another’s side of the story, still I look at her and wonder how we can be related. In fact I have pondered if we really are full blood relatives. And that man she married just dropped in from somewhere in the back woods.

*again I say, sigh*

somewhere in between

Tuesday, December 3rd wasn’t one of those *worst* days of my life. It wasn’t one of those *best* days of my life. It was simply one of those days where you simply wanted to go home and take a pill or fix something stronger than a glass of water-IF you had those tendencies. 😀

Noticed I had about 8 more days left on my hormones. Checked pharmacy website and no, the new prescript the NP had written 2 weeks prior was NOT there. Called the pharmacy, they said they could check with the doctor..all of this was on Monday. Tuesday, still no hormone prescript at the pharmacy. True, I still have 7 days, but this hormone takes a day or two for insurance to approve so time is important. Called the pharmacy they said to call the doctor’s office. Called the doc’s office and finally the receptionist said I had to come in and pick up the script.

I knew this. I told the NP this but NO, he knew more than me and said it wasn’t necessary. So I drive to town, pick up my script and while there I go by the bank to close out 3 little accounts that had been started for grands and their parents wouldn’t contribute. My plans were to give my 2 girls here their money and I had already given the neice her’s for her wedding. Well, come to find out the bank had sucked up all but Ana’s in fees and hadn’t bothered to send out a letter. She said it was in the FINE print. yeah right!!!

On to the town my scripts are filled in and I, thinking that since this script has to picked up in person then I need to take it straight to the pharmacy. NO, they don’t want responsibility for it until it can be filled and that won’t be until the 10th at which time I won’t have any left….so look out world!!!!

Then I decided to stop in Walmart and pick up a few things for candy making and crafting and remembered Terry needed multi-vitamins; so I pick him up some, got some other things, but forgot the dipping chocolate and when I got home and unloaded everything I noticed that the vitamins I got Terry were WOMEN"s…so guess what peeps–he is gonna take them till they run out. Maybe he won’t grow boobs…roflmo. It says it’s good for metabolism so maybe it will rev his up and he will lose a pound, suppose?

*sigh*

Thanks for all the positives I have

Thanksgiving has come and gone. While I am thankful that I have beautiful, loving grand-daughters and a son who cares, along with inlaws; there are quite a few things I find it difficult to be thankful for …even though I know I learn and grow from these hardships.

Shandi, my younger grand from my daughter spent all of Thanksgiving holiday with me. It was super cold for one thing and her mother doesn’t make a lot of effort to keep a warm spot for the child. The folks from the coast were up and she enjoys spending time with them and playing cards and mama was being —well, mama. Mama chooses to not come around when Judy and Robert are up because she doesn’t like the way they talk about her tatoos and her lifestyle.

So, while daughter helped make her dad’s birthday German chocolate cake on Tuesday, and came back and ate stew with us that night; we haven’t seen her since. Shandi helped me clean the shed so she would have a private place of her own and she stayed there until Sunday. Sunday she spent some time with mom and whatever was said convinced Shandi to go back up there with her mom.

This evening Ana was asking her mom for some clothes that her friend Casey had sent back by her mom today. Daughter refuses to send them by Shandi and Ana’s dad tells her to not be going up to her mom’s house…there is a reason for that too. Mom, her friend CJ and their bf, Bruce will party hard (if you get my drift) in daughter’s room and Shandi can hear them. When they aren’t doing the 3-some, it’s CJ and Bruce or when Daughter is angry with CJ it is her and Bruce.Add to all the inappropriate behavior is the fact that Bruce has talked to Ana quite angrily; something he has no right to do. Quite an example to be setting for her youngest child.

So, Ana asks her mom for the clothes. Stacie replies that it isn’t CJ’s place to keep Ana’s stuff and she can come get it if she wants it. And replies that CJ is the one who got her stuff, so she should know where it is and adds that she (Ana) wants nothing to do with her mom. Mom then asks for her Buffy tapes back and Ana says when she is done with them at which mom pops back with *finished tearing them up you mean*. Anytime something breaks or is missing, Ana did it.

Shandi goes up to her house and looks for Ana’s clothes. Eventually she comes back crying and says that she wishes mom would stop saying that Ana doesn’t love her and that their dad is trying to get her (Shandi) to not love her mom.

Oh, the crap daughter lays on these kids–ya’ll don’t love me. Your dad is trying to take ya’ll from me. I am mad at your paw and I won’t go back down there ever. (She is mad because Paw ran their boyfriend off)

I so wish I had the answer to ease the pain they both (grands) must be feeling. Having had a mentally sick mother I am somewhat familiar with what they go through. God please help me to be the person I need to be for them.