No Nursing Homes for Me! (revised)

Hello readers,

So all in all, having dinner at Rebecca's was a terrible event.  Her monicotti  was a delicious and it was nice to see Danny, even if he only came out of his room for a few minutes to eat and run but then things went downhill...fast.

Rebecca and I were having a nice conversation until dessert when she started accusing me of going senile!  To this I took much offense and we burst into an argument about whether or not I am capable of living alone.  She say's she's been reading my blog and that she's worried about me. She needs to worry about herself if you ask me.  She said that I "seem to be confusing what type of pet I have and what shows I'm watching"...  "Losing my grip on reality," she said.  I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!  I am absolutely certain that Trina is a cat and I miss her very much!  

She suggested I go live in a nursing home! First, I am perfectly capable of living alone.  Second, she has no right to tell me what to do! And as far as who's worried about whom, I am concerned with her lack of parenting skills.  Just LOOK at the door to Danny's bedroom:

That looks like the door of a disturbed child. A neglected child. A misled child.  And the smell, OH GOD the SMELL.  It smelt like low-tide and manure was emanating from that boy's room, it was almost unbearable being in that wing of the house...

I left abruptly after the argument and haven't talked to Rebecca since. 

Rebecca, if you're reading this:  You ought to figure out what to do with your immediate family before you try to stick me in a nursing home!

Lunch With Rebecca (revised)

Hello Readers,

Today Rebecca came over and fixed us up a wonderful lunch.  Here's a picture of delicious Tuna Club Sandwich:

We also had some potato chips and a pickle.  It was very nice of her to stop by unannounced.  It seemed like the purpose of her visit was to seek some advice from her dear old mother.  She's been quite upset as of late.  The loss of her father (my husband) has been difficult for all of us in the family and Rebecca is struggling to cope. Stress is mounting at work and she's been staying late most days.   

Rebecca says that Danny has been nearly entirely reclusive.  If hes not out with his friends, he's locked up in his room blaring rap music.  She mentioned that there's also a terrible smell coming from his side of the house. However, he refuses to let her in to his bedroom.  After she and her husband divorced, Rebecca has been keeping busy taking care of Danny and maintaining a house.  Oh, that child can sure be a burden.

I did my best to console her, we all miss Howard.  Still, he lived a long and happy life.  I told her he wouldn't want us fretting like we are, he would want us all to get together as a family and take care of one another.

I tried, but I felt like I just couldn't get through to her today.  Oh well...Any advice?

-Bea

Getting Back On My Feet (revised)

Hello readers,
So I've been starting to feel better day by day.  When I get tired with the daily chores, I've been stting down and researching how to find Tootsie.  So far I haven't found any hints as to Tootsie's whereabouts, ( I thought Your P.A.L. had a tip but it turns out he's just crazy!) but I did find this website with a lot of helpful advice about finding lost dogs in general: http://www.fidofinder.com/find-your-lost-dog.php

I've been fooling around in Microsoft Paint to make a poster to hang around the neighborhood.  This is what I made.  I think it's sure to catch everyone's attention!

Now, I'm going to print these off on my printer and then go plaster the neighborhood with posters for my missing doggie!

Wish me luck~

-Bea

Criminals!!!! (revised)

OH DEAR I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! 

This can't be true, it simply can't be...

I came home from the supermarket and found THIS SIGN taped to my door!

SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY BELOVED!!!! Oh dear I'm lost and I don't know what to do without my dear Tootsie!!! I just searched the entire house two times over and scavenged the back yard calling "Tootsie! Tootsie!" But he is nowhere to be found.  HE REALLY HAS BEEN TAKEN!  After losing my husband I don't think I can bear to handle any more loss!  Who will help me get through my days? What reason will I have to wake up in the morning now that my Tootsie is gone?! Poor poor Tootsie I really hope he's alright. And those thieves..Those DAMNED thieves!  Why would anyone do such a thing?! What reason would they have to rob a poor old lady of her precious dog?!!  Her only friend?!

For now, I'll just say prayers for Tootsie.  I'll cross my fingers and pray that he comes back safely.

IF ANYONE HAS INFORMATION OR HAS SEEN TOOTSIE PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!  THERE WILL BE A REWARD FOR HIS SAFE RETURN.

PORNOGRAPHY (revised)

Hi readers,

This week I have good news and bad news.  I'll start with the good news:

Notice anything different about my blog today? . . . (This is the good news). . . I just learned the HTML BLINK rule!!! Doesn't it look so neat? When I first started this blog, I barely knew how to post an entry,  or send an email, but with my new instruction book I feel like I'm becoming quite savvy with these Personal Computer machines.  I think my blog is looking much prettier now that I've decorated my titles with the blink rule. It feels good to learn new skills at my old age. 

I know that I haven't posted in a while but that's because there has been a LOT of family drama going on lately.  Which leads me to the bad news...

Danny is now suspended  from school for forging his report card and sabotaging the school TV station by hacking into it and making it display pornography during his lunch period.  I'm terribly ashamed that these things have been the work of my grandson...I feel sorry for the children who had to see those disturbing images during their lunch hour.  Our bodies are temples and its horrendously sinful to engage in the act of watching or performing pornographic material.  

I chose to share this because I've been praying for Danny to find some guidance and follow the proper course in his life... but I don't know what to do or how I should intervene.  Do any readers have suggestions on how I can help Danny? If you do, please share them in the comments section below.


Needless to say, Danny is grounded right now. His mother is very disappointed in him as well.  We're hoping this is just a phase, but we want to stop him from hanging around with the wrong crowd... This is a picture he recently posted on his Facebook page: 




I really hope we can stop his rebellious behavior before he gets too far into this dangerous lifestyle.  He was such a nice boy up until this past summer.  I'm not sure how to reach out to him though...

-Bea

Welcome to Sunny Orchards...

Well,
I knew it would happen at some point, I just wanted to deny it.  But now, with a broken hip and a stab wound, it seems inevitable.  Rebecca has decided to get me a room at Sunny Orchards Assisted Living Center.  This is where I will rehab, and there will be doctors on call and nurses to help me with my daily routine.  Here is my new 'home': 

I don't really want to live here but I haven't much of a choice.  Some of the folks here seem nice, and I get to spend time with my old neighbor, Mrs. Benderidice.  It's been good to catch up with her.

Since they dont allow pets here, I've chosen to give Tootsie to Danny, so long as he promises to take good care of him, keep out of trouble, and visit me once a week with Tootsie in the courtyard.  Danny has kindly given me his old laptop and set me up with an email list of the family so I can stay in touch with everyone and keep blogging.  What a sweetheart.  He says he will visit me tomorrow after school.  I wish I could keep Tootsie, but giving him to Danny feels like the right thing to do.  Tootsie can keep Danny company, just as he kept me company for all those years.  He's a member of the family, just living in a different house now.

Rebecca has heeded my advice and helped Danny clean his room up after having kept tootsie in there for months.  Danny returned the favor by helping his mother do some yardwork.  Rebecca says it's difficult as a single mother, but she is beginning to realize the value of leaving work a little earlier to spend time with Danny, her only son.

And I'm here, getting better day by day, blogging and learning more computer skills.  Danny sends me pictures of him and Tootsie and shows me when he cleans his room.  I have to go for now, it's time for dinner in the cafeteria.  Tonight there will be a band playing some golden oldies and I'll play bingo with Mrs. Benderidice.  I guess that's just how it goes...

Signing off,
-Bea

My "trip" to the park

Well, I'm not quit sure where to start.  I guess I'll start from the beginning...

I went to the bank, withdrew the $400 dollars and had that wad of cash in my left pocket, pocket knife in the other.  I was teeming with excitement as I pulled into the parking lot, I practically jumped out of my car and was nearly running toward the bench to wait for the mysterious person I was meeting.  My high hopes instantly came crashing down to the earth with my body as I tripped over a root and fell into an excruciating pit of despair as my husband's pocket knife lodged itself deeply in my thigh and my hip shattered on a jagged rock.  Oh I haven't felt such pain since my husband passed and Tootsie vanished, except this time I was faced with more painful circumstances: I may never find Tootsie, and there I lay, unable to move or call for help, choking down the fact that Rebecca would use this incident against me in her argument for locking me up in an assisted living facility.  Life has never looked darker.

Then out of nowhere, a beam of sunshine illuminated my Tootsie, running full speed towards me.  Oh what a sight! He was followed by..... Danny, running to my aid.  Oh I was surprised to see that boy, confused too.  Danny broke down began to cry while kneeling next to me.  "Grandma! Are you alright? What happened? Oh God, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." He wailed as he hugged me.  "I had tootsie the whole time! I'm sorry I just needed a friend and now...now you're hurt and you're bleeding!"

He ran to his car and lifted me in the passengers seat and rushed me to the hospital. Tootsie was on the floor laying on my feet.  This was the first time I was glad he had such a fast car...I was wailing in pain, bleeding all over his upholstery and he confessed everything to me on that ride.  How he had stolen Tootsie in hopes for attention from his mother or myself, how he kept tootsie caged in his room and lived with the smell of his feces, how he felt lost ever since his father left and his grandfather died, how he needed $400 to get himself out of a drug deal gone wrong, how his mother neve spends time with him, how deeply sorry he was because he felt that the pocket knife in my thigh was his fault.

When we arrived at the hospital he ran in and nurses came out with a stretcher to bring me into the emergency room.  They put me under sedation, and here I sit, with my ass hanging out of this gown, my leg in a cast, hooked up to an IV.  Rebecca is coming to visit this evening after work and I'm just dreading that conversation.  Danny left me his laptop, so I could still blog and he could Gchat with me.

Danny asked me not to tell his mother what he told me, but I have to.  I was wrong about that boy, I'm ashamed to say that Rebecca has not been doing her job as a mother and needs to rethink her priorities.

I did give Danny the $400 and told him never to do drugs again...we'll see how that goes, but I won't tell his mother about that bit.  He took Tootsie home to care for him while I'm in the hospital, I gave him an extra $50 to buy him some proper dog food and a leash so he could walk him.

Well.. I'm feeling tired after such an eventful afternoon and I need my rest before Rebecca arrives.

Until next time...
-Bea