I talked to Brenda tonight. She's doing ok, not as bad hurt by falling as I had thought, thankfully. She's wanting to try the pokeberries even tho the seeds are toxic. She said the pain is so bad sometimes she'd be willing to try anything. Maybe they'll work for her. I sure hope so. She promised me to ask her doctor about them first.
She said that Shelly's computer is dead. Virused.. I bet anything it was all those joke files! Amanda, stay away from porn and joke files!!
Lisa brought in this awesome silver, metal make up case, full of make up that she'd bought for someone for Christmas. I saw it and coveted it so hard, but not near as hard as Mikyla and Mallory did. I never saw them go as crazy over makeup as they did that. They conned her into giving it to us. *laughs* The case made a really nice paranormal kit case.. I put some styrofoam in it, and lisa cut out forms for our emf meter, tape recorder, infrared light, thermometer, it's too cool! There's room for battery packs, ink pens, anything else I want to take, really. We're going to go out tomorrow. Maybe we'll bump into a ghost or two someplace. Wouldn't that be neat? Maybe I'll be able to talk mom into going too. :)
I got a mail last week from an intern from Stuff Magazine in New York. She saw the globe monument I have on a section of my site here and said she was thinking about mentioning it in an article they're working on involving unique tombstones. If they use it, she said she'll plug my web site in the article. How cool is that?
We have 4 youngin's staying all night tonight.. Mikyla, Mallory, Acey and Breanna. I think tomorrow I'm going to see if Sarah will bring Maegan, and Bonnie will bring Joel, and get some pics of all of them around the Christmas Tree.
I told Stan and Sarah yesterday that I want a graveyard for Christmas. He's seeing what he can do. Between he and Sarah, I think they might make it happen. If they can't get me a graveyard, I want a coat-tree.
*coughs*
Yeah, yeah, I'm not hard to please. I already know where it is (the graveyard, not the coat-tree.) It's in pretty rough shape, toppled stones, trees broken and laying over on the graves, some of the graves have stones that broke and fell aside and you can see in them, where the dirt has caved in.. it's a real mess, brambles, weeds, even a pile where someone's been burning trash in the middle of it. It seems so wrong. I just want to clean it up and keep it clean. So far though, no one seems to know who owns it. I'm curious, because someone was just recently buried in it, I wonder who gave the okay.. We'll see...
I'm having a hard time growing old(er). It's really bothering me to know that Mom and Dad are easing into their 70's, that my aunt is almost crippled with arthritis, that Mikyla lost her first tooth. A lot of things that are just pointing to the geriatric chair for me, and it isn't that far from happening. 20, 30 years fly by. They really do.
Lately, when I talk, or.. try to talk, my words get all tangled. Not like the ol' stutter that's accompanied me through my life when I get in front of folks I don't know well, but more like.. what I always thought in my mind was early senility when I was younger and heard those 'older' people talking like this.
The other day I was trying to concentrate on what Mikyla was saying to me.. and Joel was doing something that I was trying to get him to stop doing. This feeble old mind of mine can't even remember what it was he was into now, but I do remember what came out of my mouth.
I meant to respond to Mikyla by saying something like.. "Well isn't that just something else!" But.. what came out was... "Well isn't that a terrible financial situation."
The second it was out of my mouth I whipped my head around, checking to be sure first, that no one who had a clue what I just said was around, and second looking in hopes that someone else said it, not me. Isn't that a terrible financial situation? (More internal Tourettes:) Where the fuck did that come from?
Stan popped his head from the kitchen and just looked at me. I had the sneaking feeling he too recognized the sign right then of senility creeping up on me. Sheesh. Helplessly I just threw up my hands and shrugged. I told him.. hell, I don't know where that came from, I just don't.
I was talking to Lisa about it tonight and she said that lately she's been doing it too.. talking nonsense, just her brain thinking one thing, her mouth spouts out another. She said she told Nick to get the clippers the other day, and cut his "toenuts". *laughs* I said well afterwards did you two go out for coffee and donails? Ugh, old(er) age is a bitch.
Poor mom. That woman has tried for 2 days to hang curtains. She keeps tangling herself up in them and what's been taking so long is that she has to be careful climbing down from the step-stool. She said that she put so many holes in the wall it'll take a week to patch them. She couldn't get the curtain hanger straight. Tomorrow, Mom! You'll accomplish the feat tomorrow!
Ladies, if you want to know the truth. If you really want to know, I'm almost certain it's not that we're getting old. We're not going senile at all. It's that the men in our lives have finally succeeded in driving us stark raving mad!
Mom says Dad's deaf, he insists she is.. Example of a Conversation between Dad:
Mom: What do you want for supper?
Dad: mumble, mumble, mumble.
Mom: (Louder) WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR SUPPER?
Dad: MUMBLE, MUMBLE, MUMBLE!
Mom: (Even Louder) WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR SUPPER YOU DEAF BASTARD???!!!
Dad: I TOLD YOU THREE TIMES I WANT A HAMBURGER!!
*laughs*
Only kidding, they ..okay they really do go back and forth like that but that's actually a joke someone told me the other day. I thought it was cute. Sorry mom, used you for a joke, I'm ASHAMED of me!!
But.. now I'm going to tell you all a joke that mom told me the other day. I couldn't believe it, she just.. spang came out with it and it cracked me up. If you're embarrassed by racey jokes, don't read this.
She was sitting on the chair beside me and she started fanning her legs, while she told the joke. She said that this loose woman went out and bought herself a pair of crotchless panties. She put them on anunder her skirt and went to a bar and sat there, fanning her legs, and smiled at the guy she was flirting with, and she asked him.. "You want some of that?" He blinked, and shook his head "no", furiously and replied, "Hell no, look what it did to your panties!"
*laughs*
Mom, you're something else.
Well, it's time to go for the night. Sleep well world. Be safe!