| | A lot of new things have happened since I last posted. I hesitated so long as to avoid the "are you crazy", "this isn't right", "you're too young", etc. comments I might just get from posting the news to the world who may not yet know of it. So the Saturday before I made my last post, God made that two-week notice. 12 hours after I prayed, "God, please, rescue me from this," He made it so. Brian's grandmother, Margie, left her house at 12:30am ... to go home. Suffice to say, a neighbor saw her and brought her in while they called an ambulance or something to get in contact with her family. She has late stage 2 Alzheimer's and needs round-the-clock care. Her husband lost all of their money in Home Gold investors who took the money from many upstate S Carolinians in the early 00's and ran, so they can't just dump her in a home without losing her house to the state. I wanted out of my job, and after a week of prayer and talking with the family, they provided all of the amenities and some pay to stay with her during the week (since everyone has to work). I get weekends off, they installed internet, pay for the food, added me to their car insurance so during the week (at the moment) I have a car at my beck and whim to use, and when the weather gets warmer, she has an in-ground pool in the backyard. I've not lived in a house since I was really little, so it's a nice change. I doubt my readers are as deluded to think I'm not stressed sometimes, but I laugh at it. That disgusting, trapping, cruel disease that is Alzheimer's is going to win, but I will laugh at it, spit in it's face, by making Margie's final time as comforting and enjoyable as I can. God is teaching me many amazing things through all of it, as He intended and so timely brought on that night of avoided-tragedy. Boston Legal gave me a taste of how cruel Alzheimer's can be, but, in a good twist of things, since I only ever saw her on Christmas Eves, her having forgotten who I am doesn't bother me. Enduring the torture I did in Parker, and even watching "Life", has ingrained me how to endure her when she gets super mean. The rest of the family have really come together, and I have a lot of help and encouragement from those who matter most in this. I like not having a dress code, my night habits are very beneficial to Margie, and her best neighbor friends have a wonderful white cat that visits me when I think, "God, you made a neat little cat over here." She also leaves me souvenirs. Half a bird was in the yard a week and a half ago. I also doubt my readers are as deluded to think I'm not also attacked by Satan. Easter Eve was especially rough, when I cried and cried and cried in my bed, wishing that Ronnie hadn't died in that car wreck before I turned 2. So that he would have protected me from the internet predators when I was younger, would've distracted me or altogether refuse the meetings at all. But Mum loves me too much and let me have my way. As innocent as doves, but didn't have Dateline warning us of those dangers to make us as wise as serpets. But God, I feel it in my bones, will bring a man into my life who will show me, for my stupid, unbelieving eyes, that I have been redeemed, reborn, and worthy of love and not loathing (self loathing included). He has something to teach me more, before blessing me with such as that. Until then, I'll just gawk at lovely redheads actors I'll never meet I have a new penchant for, still purr when thinking about real-life brunettes, maybe not so tall sometimes, definitely handsome geekalicious, and hope to find some time to embrace my inner beauty outside of Catholic churches (ha, Elizabeth, ;D) There are things such as fiblets are better than tablets, and one fib I ran with for a while, since Margie's Rusty was in service, that my husband is in Iraq and since she stays by herself, she stays here with me at my house to keep me company. I never tried to sell her the pics, but my husband is named Damian Lewis and he looks like this: 
Ain't he pretty? We always wanted little redheaded children running around. XD So, am I a double-dumbass for doing this kinda thing, too? Probably, but then again, I haven't heard or had contact with Yvonne to hear how much she disapproves. Which means I've had a great month and a half since I started doing this. ぢゃね。 PS And because something is wrong with Xanga not letting me make links NOR thumbnails in reply comments, I'll just post it here: Yes, Damian has a brother, and he's rather fetching as well. 
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