Jazmee27 
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This was hilarious:
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“I guess I did my good deed of the day,” Grandma began over a slice of pizza. She went on to explain how she came to meet Evan Kelly and take him home. At first reluctant, she “took pity on him”—but felt the need to threaten him with bodily harm if he tried anything funny: “You try anything, and you’re going to be limping with both legs and bleeding.” (And, in the background, I think I hear “Next Contestant" playing)
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"I'll watch you leave here limping."
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Reply #221. May 16 12, 9:45 PM
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Jazmee27
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I don't know why, but Grandma had to reset the microwave again today (did the power go out last night?)
Then again, it happened one other day recently (Mom fixed the time that day)
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The electric went out earlier, something I should have took note of immediately—but didn’t. I had music on in the background, playing Mom’s station. And Mom herself told us that, on the way up, the lights went out, “so I took the stairs, not wishing to be trapped in the elevator. I have a feeling no one would forget that anytime soon.” I have to agree.
I only realized the power had gone out when Grandma had trouble resetting the clock on the microwave.
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Reply #222. May 16 12, 9:49 PM
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Jazmee27
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One could argue that it's enough that I read, and it doesn't matter if it's right before bed or not
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It’s the kind of stuff you don’t want to read when you’re preparing to sleep because it’s so disturbing… Tonight, leafing through the December “National Geographic,” I came across an article on Afghani women and the changing times. Now, grant you, it’s talking about how girls and women are standing up for themselves, and how the treatment of women is changing. But it discusses certain injustices…
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Reply #223. May 16 12, 9:52 PM
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Jazmee27
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The story that won’t leave me soon is that of a young woman who fell in love “with the wrong tribe” (quoting the article). After killing the young man and four of his brothers, the girl’s father learned that her mother had aided her daughter “in escaping her father’s wrath”. So, what does he do? Kill his wife! And, to top it all off, he’s placed “a $100,000 reward on his daughter’s body”. And I guess he’s justified because she shamed him? Insulted his honor? What is the world coming to when…
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Reply #224. May 16 12, 9:53 PM
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Jazmee27
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Currently, there's a pregnant cat hanging around Mom's. I'm fairly certain the animal discussed here is a different one
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Don’t ask me where the cat came from. I don’t know, and neither does my mother. But one thing we both know: this beast’s a bully…
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Reply #225. May 16 12, 9:55 PM
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Jazmee27
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Mom likes to “play in the dirt,” and so she was indulging herself today. All of a sudden, she sees this “bully cat” with “something” in its jaws. Thinking it’s probably a dead bird or mouse, something like that, Mom went to investigate—and finds the animal to be a live bunny, “not one of the babies, but a full-grown rabbit”.
Mom, being quite upset by this, yells at the cat to “put it down!” Did it do any good, I questioned as she was telling me the story. “Not until I had it backed into a corner did it let the rabbit go,” Mom explained, adding that the traumatized animal “just lay there” for a bit before finally hopping away. “I hope it won’t get sick,” she added, clearly distressed.
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Reply #226. May 16 12, 9:56 PM
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Jazmee27
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From the very beginning, Mom's refused to comment because "I didn't see what happened to the cat."
It's just Grandma's word, but I've never known her to lie before.
After "the incident," Michelle called her "a troublemaker and a lier," and Michael "was very ugly to me."
To this day, Michelle refuses to speak to Grandma about that day.
And I should add that Michael paid the vet bills (and Grandma feels he shouldn't have had to do it - but she didn't have the money)
(Introductory story follows):
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Reply #227. May 16 12, 10:01 PM
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Jazmee27
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My Grandmother’s had pets for as long as I can remember. First it was Pierre, a poodle Scottie who growled at you when you got close (he was old, and either his sight or his hearing were going [there were animals before him, like Samantha the Cat and her companions, but as I was a baby I don’t remember them {can’t say I remember Tweety, either, but Mom talked about him recently—he was a “nasty” bird, because the cat would terrorize the poor thing, but that’s a story for another day}])
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Reply #228. May 16 12, 10:02 PM
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Jazmee27
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Next came JD, a black lab who actually belonged to Grandma’s nephew, Robert, but for whatever reason she ended up keeping the dog—and then she had ten puppies. Eight were sold, except for Rocky and Gizmo (unfortunately, Gizmo was later given to someone [and Rocky got hit by a car {I still remember how he seemed to love the scent of my hair…}])
After JD passed away (I forget what happened to her), Grandma and Uncle Michael weren’t going to have another pet. But the stray cats around their place just move in as if they own the place!
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Reply #229. May 16 12, 10:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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The first cat I remember was Pusser, who liked to pounce down from cabinets, except where I was concerned (it was as if he knew I couldn’t see well or something, because he’d sit on the chair next to mine [well, the chair I’d been sitting on, sometimes, but then I switched], and as soon as I reached over to pet him he’d bat at me with his paws [I never doubted that he wanted to play]) Unfortunately, he died of pneumonia.
And then, there was Puppy (Michael and his then girlfriend, Jodie, were going to name the cat Mistie, but then they learned “she” was a “he” [my Grandmother’s name for him: Mr. Gray Cat, or MGC for short]). And then he died of some sort of liver ailment (it was either Puppy or Gray Cat that crawled on my chest the one night when I slept over [Michael named him Puppy because he liked to play with balls of paper, and this reminded my uncle of a puppy {I think the story goes that he asked the cat if he thought he *was a puppy!}])
Right now, they have two cats: Little Girl, who was an outdoor cat for awhile until the day she came in; and Scrappy, the instigator cat.
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Reply #230. May 16 12, 10:03 PM
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Jazmee27
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Anyway, to the point of this story: Little Girl started acting funny a few months ago, acting as if she wasn’t eating (but she was [she was always beside Grandma at mealtimes, crawling on the table, and trying to swipe some food off Grandma’s plate]). And the peculiar thing was, she kept losing weight: she went from 10-1/2 pounds to 6 pounds in a few short months.
So Grandma took her to the vet, who took some bloodwork to test for diabetes, kidney problems or liver problems. But he said he didn’t think It was any of those, as her right thyroid seemed swollen to him.
That was Tuesday; on Wednesday, Grandma heard back from the vet. It was indeed the right thyroid, so Thursday Little Girl had to go get it removed.
She’s back home now, and seems to be doing well. In fact, last night, she ate my leftover steak—she was crawling on the table, and Mom was afraid to touch her because of the stitches in her neck [she’s allergic, but if push comes to shove…}).
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This story was written prior to "the incident"
Others soon followed as the "drama" unfolded
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Reply #231. May 16 12, 10:05 PM
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Jazmee27
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Ooh--I remember *this* day:
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As I listened to NFB Newsline read an article about Saturday’s prediction, I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it: “Harold Camping, I know that name!” And I burst into hysterical laughter. “And may we take o ur next call, please?”
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Reply #232. May 16 12, 10:07 PM
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Jazmee27
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It’s been a few years since I last heard one of his broadcasts on Family Radio, but it’s not a name I’d easily forget. Nor is the fact that the one listening to him thought he was full of it.
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Reply #233. May 16 12, 10:08 PM
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Jazmee27
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But, back to the article, in Monday’s ‘Reading Eagle,’ entitled “End of the world? Not as we know it”. It reminded me of the ladies who sat outside Saturday, looking at their watches, finally drifting inside after it became apparent the world wasn’t about to end.
Why do we take such predictions seriously? As Mom remarked, “Jesus states no man knows the day or the hour.” Or am I missing something?
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Reply #234. May 16 12, 10:08 PM
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Jazmee27
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Every now and then, something similar will occur
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It was a very nice gesture, and I’m sorry I kept the lady waiting, but I have to be carefull.
This afternoon, the buzzer for my apartment door buzzed (I have another intercom for the downstairs door). I was in the bathroom at the time, and called out for the person to hold a minute. But when I got out and asked who it was, no one was there. So after asking two times, I turned to walk away—which is when the buzzer sounded again.
This time, when I asked who was there, one of my neighbors responded and, when I opened the door, told me she’d brought up two packages for me. After seeing the two packages, one envelope and one box, I asked her to hold them for me quick, and I explained I was switching walkers “so I can carry the box”. After she put the mail in the basket, I thanked her again and she went on her way.
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Reply #235. May 16 12, 10:10 PM
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Jazmee27
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I'm more relaxed now then I was then
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I vaguely remember this happening once before, but I wasn’t quite so cautious then. I used to, regardless who was at my door, always fling the door open wide. But after multiple encounters with The Neighbor from Hell, I’m a lot more weary about such things. I won’t just open the door to anyone anymore, and if I do open it most often I just crack it. Like I did today before learning that Jo had that mail for me.
Most of the people in this building are very nice. But, as with anywhere, there are people who are less than honest or trustworthy—or those who pretend to be nice, but are anything but. Me? I’m nice and friendly, but give me a reason to distrust you, and I’ll do everything in my power to avoid you. Not that I’d be blatantly rude or anything; push comes to shove, I’ll exchange pleasantries or treat the person like I would anyone else. But I won’t go out of my way to be friends or anything like that. I’m not *that nice!
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Reply #236. May 16 12, 10:12 PM
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Jazmee27
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I can't believe in a few weeks it'll be a year since I wrote this:
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As far back as I can remember, there’s been drama at the Memorial Day picnic. Every year, there’s something that sets it apart. Most years have faded in my memory with time, but a few stand out: there’s the year Vergil spilled beer on the picnic table (that was many years back, and I’m surprised that event’s stuck with me); there’s the year Janice blew up at Anita because her daughter, Kara, didn’t send Janice an invitation to her baby shower (that was about 13 years ago [soon after, Anita’s husband, Cgharlie {Janice’s brother} confronted her, and Janice got so mad at him she later sent him a letter saying something to the effect that, as far as she was concerned she *had no brother]); and there was the year Rob drank too much and vomited in the back of his truck, then dunked a cup of water over his girlfriend’s head (the relationship didn’t work out [her name was Missy, and she was originally from Louijsiana {apparently she stole money from Rob and, the day she left, destroyed a bunch of his stuff including his stereo}]).
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Reply #237. May 16 12, 10:14 PM
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Jazmee27
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One of the highlights this year was seeing my cousin Rebecca (her father, Harry, Grandma and Janice’s other brother, died when Rebecca was just eight weeks old [that was eighteen years ago, which would mean I was ten at the time {he died of a heart attack}]). Soon, Rebecca will graduate high school and move on to college (the name of the place is Mansfield [she plans to get a Bachelor of Science Degree so she can teach high-school math {for her first semester, my cousin is taking Calculus, Economics,Composition and Intro to Psychology}]). And she related how an English teacher reacted to her future plans:
Teacher: Why would you want to be a math teacher?
Rebecca: Because I love math.
Teacher: Ewww!
Rebecca: Why did you want to become an English teacher?
Teacher: Because I love English.
Rebecca: Ewww!
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Reply #238. May 16 12, 10:15 PM
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Jazmee27
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Another highlight was getting sunburn on my face—specifically, on my right cheek, right ear and forehead. And, for the record, the same areas except for the ear got burnt last year. Lesson? Next time I know I’m going somewhere in the sun, even if chances are good I’ll be mostly in the shade, I’ll put sunscreen on my store list. And, effective tomorrow, I’’ll put lotion on the burnt places and hope that the redness goes away soon (like, tomorrow [I wouldn’t be surprised if it did {I remember when I was younger, I rarely burned, but got this really nice tan. Now, looks like I’m like Mom, who burns right away}])
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Reply #239. May 16 12, 10:16 PM
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Jazmee27
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The third memorable thing about this Memorial day, May 30, 2011 (two things, actually: meeting Michael’s new girlfriend, Michelle, and hearing Michael and Jimmy lose at horseshoes to Mom and Vergil {oh, I forgot another one: I told Michael to grow up, as he gives the term “bad sport” a new name—I also asked him how old he was, since he was acting like a whiny five-year-old used to getting his way {Vergil’s a real-live Peter Pan, perhaps even younger than Michael in the “little baby” category}])
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The downside was "THE INCIDENT"
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Reply #240. May 16 12, 10:18 PM
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