Grandma

I have to say that I am not pregnant.Whew. PMDS is evil.

I've been very productive today cleaning Sierra's disastrous room. For a little girl, she sure can clutter a room. I have boxed toys after toys, and still with what she has, she can cover a whole floor, an obstacle course waiting in chaos. I fear she's going to be a hoarder when she is older. Runs in the family. My Grandma Ross could hoard clothes to the point you couldn't even fit a hand in between her clothes hanging in her closet. In fact she wouldn't wear those clothes but the ones in the other bedroom. She had five rooms filled with clothes come to think of it. And cats, she hoarded cats, poor things. She never believed in having her cats fixed so they kept multiplying to the point she would have 30 to 40 cats running around. Needless to say the smell was unbelievable. Grandma start living with my Aunt Jeanne, not only to take care of her, but to distant herself from the house.I heard Aunt Jeanne's was not much better except the smell was cigarette smoke.

I love my Grandma. Sadly she died in a car accident this past March. It still feels as though she is still in Alabama trying on some new jewelry she doesn't need and Jeanne having her drive her to another doctor's appointment so Jeanne could dope up on prescription meds.I just wish Grandma could have meet my girls. She would have loved them.I'm sad that she is gone but even more so that she never took the opportunity to meet her three great granddaughters.Now they'll never get to know the character Grandma was.