This is the Monday after Thanksgiving. What a slow day at Albertsons. Nobody is shopping for food yet. Still eating turkey. Met my daughter, Jamie and her son, Ayden after his picture was taken at Walmart. He looked so cute with a new haircut and all dressed up. I will post a picture when I get one. Since he was promised McDonalds for lunch for being a good boy, that's where we ate. Usually, he just eats a little because he has gotten the edge off his hunger, but he ate most of his sandwich and drank all of his milk. Then off he went, yelling Mommy over and over again as he played on the stairs and such. Won't go down the tube slide yet. Such a cutie.
Paul cooked potato soup for dinner so I made bisquick biscuits. It was good. Of course, he is going fishing tomorrow. I get to wake him up at 4 a.m. and then try to wake up for work.
Ugh, work. Tomorrow is delivery for the older people. I get tired of it, but they really enjoy the fact that I visit with them. They miss me if I don't come by. It's really hard when one of them passes away.
Since Paul will probably have to work on Christmas, we will have gifts and possibly food at Jamie's house. Thanksgiving, everyone was gone by 2 p.m. I spent the whole weekend alone, being depressed. I need to get off the computer games and get this house ready to sell this spring. I want to move to LaGrande, since Jamie is trying to get a new house built in LaGrande. I don't think we'll be able to buy what I want in La Grande. It doesn't matter where we live, as Paul will hate the neighbors where ever we live. We may have to move in with Paul's mother, as she has deadbeats living off of her all the time. She wants to stay where she is, but isn't good with money and has no savings. She is a railroad widow, so gets a good amount to live on, compared to my mother.
I haven't told Paul these plans yet. Don't know if he will want to do this, but we have discussed this in the past.
We didn't have mom for thanksgiving this year. So now we probably won't at Christmas if the plans go as I previously discussed. Mom and I just don't get along. Since I have suggested several times that she have the GOOD DAUGHTER do things for her instead of me, I haven't had a lot of contact. I call every 2 weeks or more just to check in. Then I have to call my sister to get the actual true facts.
We had a birthday dinner before Thanksgiving. I didn't sit by her, but sure was the subject of criticism from afar. I try to ignore her, but it hurts anyway. I make jokes about it, but you know. I wish my mother was the mother she was when we were kids. Or maybe she never was.
Well I'm not sure what you're supposed to blog about. So I hope this is ok. Later. Talk again.
