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My mother works with Maria. My mother sees Maria every single day. My mother painted some ceiling fan blades for Maria’s son. My mother didn’t want to return the blades to Maria. Instead she wanted me to take them back to Maria. I don’t work with Maria. I don’t see her every day- but mom wanted me to make a special trip just to drop of those stupid blades. After a lot of chaos this evening we finally got it done. My mother has taken spells of being sick her whole life. Whenever she is sick again, she says she “just wants to be taken care of”. So she will start demanding that everyone around her jump through hoops- no matter how silly it seems. My step dad who works in the next county has been making special trips to chauffeur her to work every day. Mom loves to be chauffeured. She used to make me take her to work when I was in my early 20’s.

The good news is Mom is Cancer Free! At least according to her doctor. They haven’t removed the tumor yet- I imagine they will do a biopsy on it. But the blood work came back and her doctor is confident that it isn’t cancer. This is good, we were due for good news. If we can just get this surgery behind us maybe things will start looking up.

Maria is a puddle. She is David’s slave. David is her boss. He used to be in the ranks with the rest of us. David screwed several people over to get his job. The troops were pulling for me to get his job- instead I took the one I have now. I make more money than him- the troops find comfort in that. David is an idiot, and for some reason Maria does his work for him. I wonder if he bothers to thank her for the bonus she earns him every year? She is a mess with her son getting married. I have never seen anyone fall apart this way over a child’s marriage. She is just a weepy puddle. Wandering around her office clutching a mother’s day card he gave her a couple of years back that he signed “you’ll always be the only woman in my life”…yeah that aint healthy. I can not begin to imagine what I can possibly do to help her.

Joey didn’t call. I haven’t heard a word from him since Friday. I miss him so much. I swear Joey is the only one that Gets Me. I can talk to Joey about anything. I just can’t understand how we can get along so well. We tell each other everything….we are like peas and carrots, but he still doesn’t love me.

The kids from the Foster Kid Farm across the street have taken to playing in my neighbor’s yard. I feel so sorry for that woman. Here she is in her 90’s and quite ill and there is a pack of screaming children in her yard. The Farm has a large yard….but they have SOOO many kids…I guess they wont all fit. It is like several litters of humans over there. I think we have some kind of local law that says when you have more than 3 dogs you are considered a kennel. I wonder how many kids you can pack into one house…legally.