So today I am visiting my mom again. I’m excited to see her, she lives on my grandmas property, in the back yard. In a trailer. So does my uncle Frankie. He stays in great grandpa’s old silver mobile thingy. It looks like a refrigerated truck van type of thing. Really old. I wanted that when my grandpa died, I always thought it was cool looking. But it has sat there for well over 25 years. So has the rest of the vehicles around here. Yes…My grandma is a hoarder. She didn’t used to be, but this is how I see it now… My grandma sees the ‘beauty in everything’ that she saves. Don’t matter if it is a card board macaroni and cheese box, or empty tampon box, a certain piece of material,…she will make something freakin’ amazing out of it. One day! Not to mention the antiques around here. Her ‘As seen on TV ‘ shopping habit. And her miniatures collection, her Hummel collection, her Barbie collection, which should be in a glass display case, but it’s not. Rumor has it that uncle Frankie sold a bunch of the really really expensive one’s, and sold them for drugs. I don’t know though. There is no telling around here. She also saves all craft stuff. She has so much craft stuff that she has a room for it.. called ‘the craft room’ but there is so much stuff in there that it is barricaded. No way in, no way out.
There is so much history in this house. My grandma moved in this house and worked 3 jobs to take care of her kids. Beautiful tall flowy skirts and very high, high heels. She taught dance at a dance studio, and worked at the VFW. Anyways she was in her 20s I do believe when she moved in here. Maybe early 30s. My mom was little little, and she was born in 1962, so I’d say the late 60s or early 70s. Grandma had everyone live here a time or two in their lives. Seriously….and everyone always left alot of their shit here for my grandma to deal with. I find stuff in the back yard that belonged to my aunt Patti best friend from high school. When she stayed here. My aunt is over 45 years old now. So that tells you how much shit has been collected or piled up around here. I’ll show you the pics in a minute ok diary.
But I have to go right now. Uncle Frankie is in the back yard getting arrested, sheriff’s have him on the ground, and their knees in his back. I’m gonna hide inside grandmas house. They can’t come in here… I have a traffic warrant.
Bye diary
