February 12, 2010

We up—we’re out—we’re in…what’s happenin? Mamaw is first in the shower today and the bed is already made. She gonna wash her hair now so I suspect we’ll come out of the bedroom like “a walking target” again. Boy, she sure goes a lot lately. What’s she up to?

Mamaw says she had to see the doctor about her diet (he makes her weigh in once a month). He was really happy with her—8 lbs in a month. She isn’t trying to starve herself to lose it—she wants to make the lifestyle change as she goes. In fact, the other evening she asked Poppy if he would cut her a little bitty tiny piece of pie. He looked at her like she was crazy but she said, “Now Poppy, I could do it, but I might get carried away with the size of the piece.” He got it then. Is he well trained, or what?

We walked three times today—that damned little black and white male was trying to drive me up the wall again. Mamaw and I just don’t pay any attention to him—we just let him yip! She’s walking faster now. I think since she’s lost some weight she feels better about herself.

I threw up on the carpeting today—4 times. I don’t know what is wrong with me and neither does Mamaw. We just know that it isn’t good. She has to work so hard to get the spots out and then she puts a clean towel down over it until the next day—then she vacuums. I don’t get that and I go right after the towels and I finally just end up getting myself into trouble.