Time

Her birthday is tomorrow, she'll be 84. As time goes on I don't know if it's harder on me or harder on her. I feel like I'm loosing the one that I need the most, for her it's equally if not harder because she feels herself slipping away. She knows she has good days and bad days and they are hard on her because she hears herself asking the same questions over and over. She's not feeling the greatest, I don't know what to do with her anymore. I did make her laugh the other day when I told her about my visit and the conversation about the lube. As soon as I said "I saw your friend" her face broke out in a smile and she giggled and said "You had fun?". It made my heart happy, I do my best to treasure and enjoy those times when we have them.

Can't wait

I actually miss her (Ms. Daisy) I will probably regret that after she's been home for about 4 days. But that's okay I've got some gossip that she will need to put on a fresh depend when I start to share. I think she will be excited when we go to lunch for her birthday =)

Omg...

I almost forgot about Ms. Daisy and her shenanigans today. She was out of town for several weeks, came home for a few days and left again this morning. She "packed" her bag which I knew I would have to empty and repack later (par for the course). Last night I get her bag repacked from the hard-shell 1962 vintage suitcase chock full of CRAP she had pulled out (frown) into the modern soft suitcase with wheels and handle. She's almost ready and I say "Let me check your purse for contraband". She starts banging on me with that frown like she wants to kick my ass but can't remember how "FOR WHAT?!!" Needless to say I find a pair of cuticle scissors, 2 metal nail files in the bottom of her purse, and a statement from the 20 yr old annuity account that gives the impression that she has money (WRONG). I get her ready to walk out of the door with her favorite cab driver (her daughter, they are like oiland water together) when her precious bipolar emotionally retarded son passes her jacket to her. Before she jumps in the car I say "Whoa let me check your pockets" Again she gives me the look and hollers "I DON'T HAVE NOTHIN!!!" Ummm why did she think it was funny when I found my grandfathers money clip/pocket knife in her pocket #FAIL. Ms. Daisy you are a terrible smuggler, and failed terrorist have a wonderful flight. Gotta love her.

WTH??!!!

I am very particular about who I accept friend requests from on social sites. My "friends" are people that I grew up with, or attended school with for several years. I do not accept friends of friends, or random people. So i check my email the other day and get a request from someone who is DEFINITELY an EX-friend. Our friendship broke up many years ago with no uncertainty for very specific reasons. Unfortunately we had spent years around each other, but not long enough for her to be a decent human being and good friend to me. I said cool, I'm done with you #die bitch. The problem was having mutual friends I learned to do the social dance and when there were events I made sure that we sat on opposite sides of the room, or she would kindly come early and leave early, or just not show up so that we didn't run into each other at all =). What is this bitch thinking??? No I don't want to be her friend on fb she's no one/nothing to me. At this point I'm debating do I 1]ignore her, or 2]respond with a simple Why? These hoes are hilarious...