Grandaughters~~~

Jenna and Aimee

Sophie

Stacey

These are my three oldest grandaughters.

Jenna & Aimee belong to my eldest son Alan, Jenna is engaged, the wedding is next March. Jenna works in a bank, and has a second job with a catering firm, to earn some extra money to help pay for the wedding. She & Craig, her fiancee, are building their own home, in an outer suburb of Perth.

Aimee, the younger of the two, is currently at high school, doing year 11, which is very hard work. She also has a part time job, waitressing at a pancake parlour, on the weekends & school holidays. She is saving madly to get herself a car.
Aimee is the dancer in the family, she just loves it and is very good.

Sophie, is the only daughter of Marcus, she is looking for a job, as she decided that school wasn't her thing. Like a lot of young people, she has tried many things, but so far hasn't found what she wants to do.

Stacey, the only daughter of my oldest daughter, lives in Adelaide, the capital of South Australia, she has a very nice boyfriend, is currently working at Ikea, which she really likes. She has travelled at bit, working in Canada as couple of years ago.

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A Strange Old Lady.

A very weird thing has happened.
A strange old lady has moved into my house. I have no idea who she is, or where she came from, or how she got in. I certainly ddn't invite her. All I know is that one day she wasn't there and the next day she was.

She is very clever. She manages to keep out of sight for the most part; but whenever I pass a mirror, I catch a glimpse of her there; and when I look into the mirror directly to check my appearance, suddenly she is hogging the whole thing, completely oblitering my face and body. It is very disconcerting. I've tried yelling at her to leave but she just yells back, grimacing horribly.

If she is going to hang around, the least she could do is offer to pay rent. But no. Every once in a while I do find a couple of dollar bills on the kitchen counter, or some loose change on my bureau or on the floor, but that certainly isn't enough.

In fact, though I dont like to jump to conclusions, I think she steals from me regularly. I go to the ATM and withdraw a hundred dollars and a few days later, it's gone. I certainly don't go through it that fast, so I can only conclude the old lady pilfers it. You'd think she would spend it on some wrinkle cream, she certainly needs it.

And, the money isn't the only thing she's taking. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate. Especially the good stuff...icecream, cookies, cabdy...I just can't keep them is the house. She really has a sweet tooth. She should watch it; she's really putting on the pounds. I think she realizes that, and to make herself feel better, I know she is tampering with my scales so I'll think I am gaining weight too.

For an old lady, she's really quite childish. She gets into my closet when I'm not home and alters all my clothes. They're getting tighter every day. Another thing: I wish she'd stop messing with my files and papers on my desk. I can't find anything anymore.

Furthermore, when I program my VCR to tape something important, she fiddles with it after I leave the room so it records the wrong channel or shuts of completely.

She finds innumerable imaginative ways to irritate me. She gets all my newspapers, magazines and mail before me, and blurs all the print and she's done something sinister with the volume controls on my TV,radio and phone. Now all I hear are mumbles and whispers. She's also made my stairs steeper, all my knobs and faucets hard to turn and my bed higher and a rewal challenge to get in and out of.

I thought she couldn't get any meaner than that, but yesterday she proved me wrong. She actually came with me when I went to get my passport photo taken, and she actually stepped in front of the camera, just as the shutter clicked. Distaser! I have never seen such a terrible picture. How can I go abroard now? No customs official is ever going to beleive that, scowling face on my passport is me.

She's walking on very thin ice. If she keeps this up, I swear, I'll put her in a home.

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Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.