As a person who's been overweight-okay fat- about 3/4 of my life, I've often wished I could eat anything I want and not gain weight.  The good new is for now I can.  The bad news is is that it's the stress keeping it off of me.  Didn't wish for all that.

The inevitable slow down time of the year for hubby at work will soon be over.  I'll soon have the other half of Moma's business taken care of etc, etc, etc.  It'll soon all be okay again.  What is it they say-what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.  I should be a woman of steel.

But luckily I have a stress reducer.  This is my cat Skittles.  A lady in Lumberton found her and put a picture of her on Southeasttexas.com. Don't know who was more lucky-Skittles or us.  Funny thing is Darrin (my husband) is the one who really, really wanted a cat.  He's the one that made all the arrangements to pick her up and everything.  But you guessed it-she's all mine.  Darrin often offers to get the vacuum cleaner and suck her out of my behind.  Follows me everytwhere I go. 

That's my "granddog" Stella that she's  slapping around.  Stella belongs to my daughter Stacy and her husband Matt.  I also have a "grandkitten" named Wicket that belongs to my son Eric and his girlfriend Danielle. They rescued her from a cat hoarder.  God's wonderful ain't he?

I keep thinking one of these days I'll have something wonderful and exciting to write about but that hasn't happened yet.  But one thing to be said for Same-old-thing days, at least you know what to expect.

 

 

Went to visit my little moma at the nursing home.  She's doing GREAT! Got her hair cut again-really short this time and it looks so good.  She likes it and is proud of it.  Helping other residents do things they're not capable of and helping the dining room staff fill the condiment containers.  Reading all the time and glad she found another resident to give her books to when she's through.  I'm sure of this because she told me at least five times in two hours.  Found another resident to give her newpaper to everyday after she reads it. Again, I heard this about five times too.  Complains that they just put waaaay too much food on her tray and then eats almost every bit of it. Last time they served cabbage she swore up and down that she didn't like it and wouldn't even try it even though I know for a fact she has always liked cabbage.  This time when they served it, she forgot she supposedly didn't like it and ate all of it.  It's a giggle every time I visit.  Got my other little old people friends I gotta talk to also.  Some of the others don't have anybody that visits them regularly.  I try to be their somebody.

Gotta go empty out Moma's apartment in a couple of weeks and for some reason it's really bothering me.  When she was all under the influence and mean and rotten and hateful, don't think it would have bothered me one little bit because I was all mad and disgusted with her.  Now that she's a different person, it's killing me.  I know she's in a good place and has a much better quality of life, but I just hate the thought of touching all her personal stuff and discarding a lot of it.  She has a couple of pictures that I know she really likes but I'm afraid it'll confuse them if I try to hang them on the wall in her room.  What to do what to do?

Husband in bed even earlier tonight than usual.  Missed work today.  Another trip to the doctor and more shots.  And of course the prescription.  Makes me wonder how people with no health insurance or without good health insurance can ever get well.

Let me go see if its my turn on any of my scrabble games.

Just another day.

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