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I need to:
Get this printer set up
Apply for these jobs
Activate this new card since the other expired
Finish cleaning my room
Scrub the toaster oven clean
Feed the Children
Laundry
Check on Mom
Trash and Recycles
Cook Dinner- Spaghetti and Garlic Bread!
Five hours of sleep and I am back on my feet. Mom got to the ship safely, and said it was gorgeous! They had an elaborate spread of fancy food for Lunch, and received tote bags with goodies inside. Then as predicted, she got lost looking for her Hotel and didn't right down the address of the Hotel since there are four in the area. Luckily I remembered the address, figured out the road she was on, and Google Mapped her directions. She got there in five minutes time. Sometimes I don't know what that woman would do without me; she has the -worst- time with directions. She is so focused and stressed on getting to Point B that she forgets how to get to Point B, and therefore leaves it up to me to pay attention to landmarks and buildings and street names to figure out where we need to be. Usually if I get from Point A to Point B, my brain rationalizes that to get back to Point A, I just go back the way I came. And because I recall certain landmarks, buildings, or streets, I can do that. I come in handy for my poor mother...
...anyway. So I woke up, all panicked and unsure of where to start because I was so sleep deprived. Jumped into the shower, which got me my head on straight. I fed the Daemons, switched the computers out and cleaned the Office up. Jumped on the treadmill for about fifteen minutes to get energized, then took the trash and recycles out. So that's my two top things to get done. The third was Dinner for Grandma and I, which I cooked last night so all I'd have to do is heat it up and toast the Garlic Bread whenever Grandma was hungry. Then Grandma turned around and informed me I could eat whenever I wanted because she probably wouldn't have any.
I knew it. I knew she would do that. It's like she's scared to eat anything I cook because she's so picky. Even though its been made for her 1,000 times before by mom and we've sat down like a family, for me, she -never- eats my cooking. It's so insulting, I don't even know why I bothered. I did this so I could spend time with her. And this is how it turns out, how it -always- turns out. So. I wont be cooking for us anymore in the future. I'll sit at the dinner table and eat alone. I'm not...mad at Grandma, I'm just frustrated that I make these attempts and she can't see that I am trying. She's old, and Alzheimer's has altered her world drastically, so I am trying to be patient. That was one of the things mom and I talked about. My crazy patience. Mom has no patience, and I've known this. She never beats around the bush, she's blunt and to the point. Even I can be blunt and to the point. But I do have what Michael calls a "Healer's Patience". Mom thinks that all my negativity and bottled up emotions have just created this span of patience I have, and how she is very proud and grateful I have it, and thanked me for trying. She knows that when her and Grandma have a falling out and stop speaking to each other, that I try to be the soothing balm and patiently speak to them both. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I am proud to say that at least I try.
Anyway. I'm...not really sure what to do now. I think I'm going to go clean out that oven. Might swing by Subway for their industrial Oven Cleaner.
P.S. My Uncle is a prick.
Now that Grandma's car is gone to the back for their Carport to maintain the illusion that someone is there, mom's car is gone, and now it looks like there is no one at OUR house. I am prepared to beat someone down since someone in our neighborhood was robbed in broad daylight. D:< Fiends, I dislike thieves who steal like that. Go get a job, go offer to mow someone's lawn, babysit their kids, walk their dogs, fix their computer or something easy. Quit smoking and save money that way. Sheesh. Don't steal other people's earned money and items. I will never forget the day I came home and realized we had been robbed. My boyfriend's parents gave my mother a Sterling Silver Tea Set. Gone. My PS2 and my games, gone. All of my school videos, concerts, functions--all those memories, stolen. Grandma can't afford to have the house broken into. I've made sure to lock doors and leave lights on and have the T.V. on in a show to discourage anyone who may think the house is empty and for the taking. Call me paranoid, but between coming home to a black guy sleeping in mom's bed and later threatening us with a knife, to our house getting robbed--and we would not have known until later, had I not payed attention to my roller blades being out of place--to Mike saying someone in the neighborhood was robbed in broad daylight, I'd rather not take chances.
Prick...=_=
Get this printer set up
Apply for these jobs
Activate this new card since the other expired
Finish cleaning my room
Scrub the toaster oven clean
Feed the Children
Laundry
Check on Mom
Trash and Recycles
Cook Dinner- Spaghetti and Garlic Bread!
Five hours of sleep and I am back on my feet. Mom got to the ship safely, and said it was gorgeous! They had an elaborate spread of fancy food for Lunch, and received tote bags with goodies inside. Then as predicted, she got lost looking for her Hotel and didn't right down the address of the Hotel since there are four in the area. Luckily I remembered the address, figured out the road she was on, and Google Mapped her directions. She got there in five minutes time. Sometimes I don't know what that woman would do without me; she has the -worst- time with directions. She is so focused and stressed on getting to Point B that she forgets how to get to Point B, and therefore leaves it up to me to pay attention to landmarks and buildings and street names to figure out where we need to be. Usually if I get from Point A to Point B, my brain rationalizes that to get back to Point A, I just go back the way I came. And because I recall certain landmarks, buildings, or streets, I can do that. I come in handy for my poor mother...
...anyway. So I woke up, all panicked and unsure of where to start because I was so sleep deprived. Jumped into the shower, which got me my head on straight. I fed the Daemons, switched the computers out and cleaned the Office up. Jumped on the treadmill for about fifteen minutes to get energized, then took the trash and recycles out. So that's my two top things to get done. The third was Dinner for Grandma and I, which I cooked last night so all I'd have to do is heat it up and toast the Garlic Bread whenever Grandma was hungry. Then Grandma turned around and informed me I could eat whenever I wanted because she probably wouldn't have any.
I knew it. I knew she would do that. It's like she's scared to eat anything I cook because she's so picky. Even though its been made for her 1,000 times before by mom and we've sat down like a family, for me, she -never- eats my cooking. It's so insulting, I don't even know why I bothered. I did this so I could spend time with her. And this is how it turns out, how it -always- turns out. So. I wont be cooking for us anymore in the future. I'll sit at the dinner table and eat alone. I'm not...mad at Grandma, I'm just frustrated that I make these attempts and she can't see that I am trying. She's old, and Alzheimer's has altered her world drastically, so I am trying to be patient. That was one of the things mom and I talked about. My crazy patience. Mom has no patience, and I've known this. She never beats around the bush, she's blunt and to the point. Even I can be blunt and to the point. But I do have what Michael calls a "Healer's Patience". Mom thinks that all my negativity and bottled up emotions have just created this span of patience I have, and how she is very proud and grateful I have it, and thanked me for trying. She knows that when her and Grandma have a falling out and stop speaking to each other, that I try to be the soothing balm and patiently speak to them both. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I am proud to say that at least I try.
Anyway. I'm...not really sure what to do now. I think I'm going to go clean out that oven. Might swing by Subway for their industrial Oven Cleaner.
P.S. My Uncle is a prick.
Now that Grandma's car is gone to the back for their Carport to maintain the illusion that someone is there, mom's car is gone, and now it looks like there is no one at OUR house. I am prepared to beat someone down since someone in our neighborhood was robbed in broad daylight. D:< Fiends, I dislike thieves who steal like that. Go get a job, go offer to mow someone's lawn, babysit their kids, walk their dogs, fix their computer or something easy. Quit smoking and save money that way. Sheesh. Don't steal other people's earned money and items. I will never forget the day I came home and realized we had been robbed. My boyfriend's parents gave my mother a Sterling Silver Tea Set. Gone. My PS2 and my games, gone. All of my school videos, concerts, functions--all those memories, stolen. Grandma can't afford to have the house broken into. I've made sure to lock doors and leave lights on and have the T.V. on in a show to discourage anyone who may think the house is empty and for the taking. Call me paranoid, but between coming home to a black guy sleeping in mom's bed and later threatening us with a knife, to our house getting robbed--and we would not have known until later, had I not payed attention to my roller blades being out of place--to Mike saying someone in the neighborhood was robbed in broad daylight, I'd rather not take chances.
Prick...=_=