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Welcome to the farm!
The life of me...

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Well who gets mad over a hamburger...I do...

Well, today I stupped to a new low..for those of you who know me and love me, know that I do not like raw hamburger, not even pink. So today, at dinner, my boyfriend, we will call him Will, cooked my dinner and the hamburger was rare...REALLY..RARE... I was already in a bad mood because of the church committee meeting. One women thought I was in charge of function when I would NEVER volunteer for that. I am the moderator at church, which takes up alot of time. That is enough for me. Well, she made a big stink at the meeting. I'm over it..so over it...so 'tonight' my hamburg was rare. I said, can anyone ever cook a hamburger the proper way...HOW ABOUT CUTTING IT DOWN THE MIDDLE TO CHECK!! About two minutes after my tirant, I thought...what did I do, did I really just get mad over a hamburger?????It's been one of those weeks my friends and Will doesn't even care that I got mad. He said that I had a difficult day and to forget it. Love at the forfront...Did I tell you he won't say I Love You...what's up with that? He shows it in a 1000 different ways though. xxoo Deborah



The Alzies...

My pretty Mom with her red lipstick on!!

Alzheimer's...Sucks....My mother, your mothers, sisters, brothers, dads, grandparents, friends, it effects us all. 
My Mom died of Alzheimer's on December 29, last year.  The saddest day of life.  I lost my best friend, my confidant, my shopping buddy, Sunday dinner guest, my Mom.  Everyone told me I lost her a long time ago, but I didn't.  Everyday she would smile at me. The biggest smile ever.  That is what I miss most.  Even in her final days, she would muster up that smile.  The thing I learned about the Alzies,  as I called it, you must be patient, laugh a lot and just enjoy the moment.  I didn't care about her not knowing the kids or even forgetting who I was, it didn't matter to me.  I just loved to take care of her.  
If you have questions you want to ask me, from one caregiver to another...I would be more than happy to share my ideas and what helped my Mom get thru her days!! 



Hello Friends, After a long period of being off the blog, I realized how much I missed  blogging.
A lot has happened the past few years. Mostly sad.  It's just crazy and I'm hoping my life will turn around.  More to come.



50 questions....

Me...Mom, where are the tea bags?

Mom... what tea bags?

Me...They are gone!

Mom...I don't know, who took them?

Me...That was my question!!

Sometimes its a daily conversation on what happened, where did it go, how do you feel???  You never really get a good answer but the great part on the most part Mom is always happy.

After a day in the hospital yesterday because she fell, she doesn't remember how...her IV line is messy so I had to take her to the ER for six lovely hours!  She thanked me last night for being so kind.  I said even though I complained all day about the long wait.  She said thank you anyways....Hmmmmm, maybe I should stop complaining...Life is good and it could be way worse!

Mom has dementia or early onset of Alzheimer's.  Either diagnosis her memory is not as good as it use to be.

Have a great day my friends.



This is how I feel!! How do you feel?

This is how I feel, a colorful, crazy fun, kid!  OK, I'm not a kid, I'm her Mya, AKA grandma!  This is how I dress, very colorful and fun! I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!!
I'm getting back on the blogging train, I miss it and I miss my bloggy friends.
I'm still at the farm, working hard and trying to stay calm.
So much going on, I'm not sure where to start but for now, I'm starting with this, I'm colorful, my granddaughter is adorable and life is good!


Back at home...

WOW, I'm in, up to a year in the works and I'm finally moved into the farm house.  A year of renovations, cleaning, picking colors, updates, unexpected expenses, a lot of alone time, craziness and changes. 

It's so much work when you do everything yourself and expensive when you have to pay everyone to help.  Which is exactly what I had to do. When push came to shove nobody wanted to help.  Yes, my son helped a tad, but as for my estranged husband and daughter, the answer was basically do it yourself and that is what I did, I did it myself.  The painting, I had to hire a couple of great guys and the second floor in the house came out perfect! I had to hire help to pack and clean because I'm working full time.  Working full time to pay everyone else!! I guess that is how it works. I have more to say about that, in a future post...

There is still so much to do with my old house, we are listing it in three weeks and the words my husband said today is "you will never get it done", again, alone and trying to get out of this mess I made.

My new mantra is "less is more" and I finally get it. Less is more...So here I sit, my dog, Buffy and me.  My son did move with me, only after my breakdown or he would have stayed in the big beautiful home with central air conditioning but he did come with me.  So apparently I'm not the loser mother I thought I was and claimed to be.  Like I said, it's been crazy.

My welcome home flowers from my niece. I moved out 28 years ago, when I was 28 years old, now I'm back 28 years later!  Same house, very peaceful, now it's time to heal.