Late At Night

I have posted since the date on the preceding post, but I don't know where - - - I thought it was on this blog.  Who knows????

Oh, my!!!  My fingernails are too long!!!  I need to cut them shorter!!!  NOW!!!!  But I am busy and I don't know where my clippers are hidden, well, they are out of sight.  The house is dark and everyone is sleeping except me.

Sure wish I could visit with Mother and Daddy.  I really miss them.  My girls, too; Beth and Jill; not to mention my grandchildren.  Yes,  I know I will see my girls, grandchildren, and other loved ones this summer, but  I have to wait until I go to another place to see Mother and Daddy.

I just saw that cute little red headed girl with Howie Long in a commercial.  She is so darn cute.  I miss being around little ones. They are so interesting.

I don't know why but I just went to some dark place and I feel bad about myself.  Don't worry I will be ok in a little while.

No Idea

I have no idea of what the date is, and I just learned it is Thursday by looking at the date on this page, but it doesn't say what month or the date.  I guess someone will tell me if I need to do something.  Bob just walked up the stairs and told me to take a shower.  I guess he thinks I stink. Mercy!  Mercy! I wonder what is happening for me to deserve that.  I guess he thinks he is my keeper.  I didn't know I needed a keeper.  Guess I will let him feed me!  Maybe I need a pat on the back when I do a good job.  Natalie just came out of the bathroom, so I'll wait a while because it is busy.  I swear I don't know what I do for him to treat me so sharply, that I feel like a dunce or someone who can't make decisions for herself.

Hello! It is me!

Can you believe it?  I am on my blog.  I don't have anything interesting to share, except I probably have two daughters angry with me because I haven't done anything to communicate with them lately.  I forget to telephone them until I think of it in the middle of the night.  I am a  bad mother.  There are so many little things I need to do, but I can't remember what they are - par for the course.  

 

I don't do a thing everyday but sit on the couch in the loft and do nothing at all.  I am a mess, just sitting here and thinking of things I need to do and then don't bother to do one thing.  That's what you call planning ahead, not worth a darn with this old woman.