Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Confession time....

I must confess.....

I was reprimanded at Wal-Mart today......I opened a soda and drank some of it before paying for it. I was not reprimanded while walking around the store though, I was reprimanded when I paid for it with the rest of my groceries.  I just had to laugh.....I was reprimanded for doing the right thing, paying for my items. She is wally world policy that you pay for items before you consume them, most people do not but thank you for purchasing your consumed item....I chuckled because I was talking to another cashier when I pulled it out and opened it and she said nothing. ....Oh the meanness in me wants to go back to her every time with a different opened item just to hear her reprimanding speech and drive her nuts.

On to other things, I was also praised in wally world by a city police officer for staying and directing a confused elderly woman out of the parking lot and into the store. Then staying with her because she would not talk to the officer, only me. She acted like she was old friends of my mother and myself and wanted to sit down to talk. I saw her standing at a car in the parking lot. She said something to a man while he drove off. I asked if she was alright then she followed my mother and myself into the store.  She showed my Mom some papers from her purse so we found out her name. The officer and I went out to the car to get the license plates. I returned and my mom found a paper from her church. I called the church but no answer. Then I remembered that her pastor is friends with my pastor. I called my pastor and was directed to her pastor. He was coming to get her when the police department made contact with the house where the granddaughter informed them that her mother was at wally-world with her somewhere. This had been going on for about 30 minutes. The store finally paged the daughter. She walked over to her mother and scorned her for leaving the vehicle. The police officer dropped his mouth. She told him that her mother is confused easily then thanked him and walked away. I looked at him and he said, I was going to say something but I will do even better. I am filing a report and calling Adult Protective Services. The whole fiasco was 40-45 minutes that this woman would have been sitting in the car in a parking lot alone. It scares me to think of what might have happened to her if someone crazy had found her roaming. We live in a population of gang activity. Anything could have happened to her. I think back and wish I had said something but figured the officer was in control but he was astounded by the behavior himself.

This bring me to an update of years ago.....the crazy lady, my aunt. She has the fastest acting form of lobal dementia. It has now taken over her ability to feel full. She never weighed over 110, she weighs 210 now. We have found out that part of her craziness years back was a result of the oncoming of dementia but we can not figure out exactly where because of her mean, domineering, in-control personality.

Ok , I am procrastinating writing a paper.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

When you need a laugh....

Today marked the one year anniversary of my Dad's death. As the tradition of my brother, we release a balloon at the grave-site and then have lunch at their favorite restaurant. I try to make a sad day, a somewhat happy day by rejoicing in their life and not spending the day in sorrow. Jesus gives us hope and I know we will be reunited again.

Well, brief history if you have not heard before. I shared with my nephew years ago that my Dad did not like catfish. He grew up near a pond of catfish . He thought they were ugly and nasty. The problem is my Mother and I love catfish. My Mom would cook it and my Dad would ask what kind of fish it was and she would always reply that it is just fish. He would eat it. When he passed last year, one of the first questions my nephew asked was whether or not his Be-Bob knew now that he had eaten catfish all these years. I told him probably so. He then inquired whether he would be mad. I replied that in Heaven no one is mad and that his Be-Bob probably laughed.

Fast forward to today. I asked him where he thought we should go for lunch today in memory of his Be-Bob. He thought and thought. I told him we were going to Olive Garden because Be-Bob always wanted Olive Garden. He  agreed. Then he looked at me just as serious as he could be and said we have to go to that new seafood restaurant you found. I asked him why. His reply was because they serve .......CATFISH!

I laughed and laughed. Oh did I need it on this day.

Well, we went to the grave-site and released some balloons. He chose a happy face balloon because he wants his Be-Bob to be happy. We did not end up at the fish place because my mom did not think catfish would be a good memoriam lunch. Although if you knew my Dad's jolly personality and jokes, he would have understood. We ended up at Subway because he requested Subway tuna or seafood all the time.

Overall it was a good day. Having my nephew around made it enjoyable. It is also enjoyable that he is getting some of his Be-Bob's jovial personality to make such suggestions and joke about eating catfish in memory of tricking him all those years.