Love the not so lovable

I have a little old lady that drive me batty. She wants me to curl her hair using no product, no teasing it and NO HAIRSPRAY. Then you know what she does the next week she comes in? DO YOU KNOW? She yells at me for her hair not staying. She tells me she hates my hair no matter how I wear it. She comes 15 minutes early and sits and stares at me and huffs like a bull the whole time she is waiting. She threatens me that she is going to go to J.C. Penney's to get her hair done because I just don't give her the time she wants (she was in the nursing home for a month and a half and I didn't keep her standing open, so when she came back it took a few weeks to get the EXACT time she wanted....it was only one hour later one time.) She tells me I am way to heavy for my height and that I scrub her head to hard. Then she tells me I didn't get in good enough behind her ears and neckline when I shampoo her hair. She smells like B.O. and pee. She has a mullet. Yes. The elusive female mullet. Did I mention that I love that little old lady? Everytime she leaves I tell her how good it was to see her this week and I look forward to seeing her next week. Most of the time I even mean it. :) She only gets out once a week and it is to come see me. The rest of the time she is stuck in the house. I get a feeling she is treating me like she would her family. Kind of backward way of showing someone you like them by telling them how bad they suck and that you hate their hair do, but it is her way. She has taught me patience. I thank God for putting her in my life.

She tells me at least once a month she wants me to do her hair for her funeral. I will do it and I won't use any hairspray.

Fly Away

Most of you that read my blog know that my Grandma died a few days ago. She had cancer and had fought bravely for some time now. I want to share a happy story about how my Grandma gave me my love of music and singing.

My whole family used to go to a church in Vincennes. When I was around 11-12 my Mom and Dad stopped going as did my cousin Wendy's Mom and Dad. After about a month of this my Grandma drove from Vincennes to Bicknell and announced she would be taking Wendy and I to choir practice with her from now on and we had to sing with her. I was mortified. That is really an understatement. I was so very shy at that time in my life and the LAST thing I ever wanted to do was get up and sing in front of people. Are you kidding me? They might look at me! She insisted and you don't tell Grandma no. So then started my education in reading music and singing. She is the one that discovered I was an alto. She was so patient with me trying to teach me the saprano part up until then lol. I wouldn't be able to get a piece of music and she would encourage me to keep on trying until I got it. I remember the love in her eyes as she would watch Wendy and I practice. She was so proud. Grandma had a ton of grandkids (she had 9 kids) and it was a big deal to be singled out by her. I will never forget just how special she made me feel. I do wish I could muster the courage and strength to sing for her one last time at the funeral like she wanted me to. I love you Grandma. Thank you for giving me my voice with your love.

My heart

I have often wondered what I did with my life before I had Grace. I must have watched a ton of T.V.! When I held that tiny baby in my arms for the first time I thought my heart might just burst from the happiness. I remembered that joy anew today. I got the chance to hang out with my little sister today for a bit. She has two babies. One is 17 months old and the other is 5 months old. The older one was asleep when I got there to pick my sister up so I didn't get the chance to see him. I was kind of sad because I hadn't seen either of them for a long time. I walked up to Jolie and took her from my mom and she gave me the biggest smile you can imagine. It was really the first time I had seen her smile and laugh and know she was doing it and not just passing a gas bubble :) It almost made me cry. She made me remember my little baby Grace when she was that small. She looks just like Grace when she was little. We don't have babies we have clones according to my Mom. Holding Jolie also made me realize that no matter how old Grace gets she will always be my little baby. Think she will still want to snuggle with Mom on the couch when she is 20? I hope so.