NoMo and Dusty

On thursday, NoMo called mother around 10 a.m. from Generations and implored her to get over there right away because something important was happening. The nurse's aide, in the background, told NoMo that she couldn't have any visitors till after one in the afternoon. Mother heard this on the phone and then heard NoMo yelling at the aide. Anyway, mother went down there around one or so and found out NoMo had nothing important to say again. One thing that happened was that NoMo had a visit from some lady from the Episcopalian church. She was sent by someone from the hospital on a mercy mission, I guess. She was a very nice lady NoMo said. Mother was there for that, and later said that NoMo was telling the church lady all about how the terrorists were hijacking the phone system in Fayetteville. NoMo even thought the terrorists knew that she knew about it and were bugging her phone. Mother said that NoMo was trying to get the FBI in on the deal since George Bush's phone must be blocked too, according to NoMo's extensive investigation of the matter. Mother also said that Generations is allowing NoMo only two outgoing calls a day and that they're limited to around five minutes each. Mother is just loving that and wishes it could go on and on. Mother now has almost all day to spend with Dusty and is so happy.

This post is not from mother, she lies right to my face when she says she will write the latest happenings with NoMo. So now NoMo is back in Generations, the mental health facility for Northwest Arkansas, and how this happened was kind of interesting. NoMo was home and her leg hurt so she called the EMS to come and get her. They were taking her to Washington Regional but she didn't want to go there, she had worn out her welcome. She wanted to go to Springdale Memorial but the paramedics refused, so she wound up at WRMC. She was not happy about this at all, nor was the hospital, but they checked her in and helped her with her leg. They were also trying to talk her into going back to Generations since in her manic stage she was a major pain in the ass. She would order people around and yell at them for not doing what she wanted, and even went so far as to call George Bush to help her with the phone company, but thats another story. I think the thing that landed her in Generations this time, the hospital finally convinced her to go, was that she was talking about how the terrorists were taking over the phone lines in Fayetteville Arkansas and wouldn't let her calls through. Caller ID was what didn't let her calls go through, no one she had alienated wanted to answer the phone when they saw it was her...she used to know that, and was why she had three phone lines at her house for only her. Anyhow, now she says she has a court date and she is still in Generations. I can only imagine what the court date is for, diminished capacity. This time she may have finally done it, next week she may be a ward of the state, and then mothers diabolical plan to acquire dustys love and affection will be complete. Mother wouldn't write stuff like that if she was writing this.

Okay, so I’m still not keeping up with this, but it is getting closer to mother taking over for me. I’ll try to catch up since last time…let’s see, NoMo had just come home from Generations and was starting her manic phase again. NoMo went to Generations a time before this latest time because she was so depressed and unable to do anything and requested that they take her in. She stayed about a week, and when she came out she was still depressed, so they took her in again, about a week after they let her go that time. The next time she got out was when her manic stuff started up again. I don’t know what they did to her, but she was in there for two, or so, weeks this latest time. Mother says NoMo is back to her old self with the being on the phone constantly and wanting to sue everyone in sight again. NoMo finally fixed her IRS problem so that is a big burden off of her shoulders now, it was partially the reason for her latest depression. This is just some of the background info since I know that people don’t want any gaps in her timeline.
Now, since the last time I wrote, NoMo has done a few things to get on everyone’s nerves again. I may have to start with the latest and then back track as I remember things…mother should really be writing this thing. Mother returned from her trip to Port Aransas, Texas on Sunday night about 9 p.m. after traveling all day by car, then plane, then more car. She started all of this about 6:30 Sunday morning after, I’m sure, much drinking with KaMo, LaKe, and JaBu, on their last night of this latest vacation. NoKe was pretty tired, but that didn’t stop LeRo from coming over to tell her about the dead guy that he had to deal with…anyway, NoKe didn’t get to bed until quite late again, she said she had to take a sleeping pill around 1 a.m. because she was still pretty wired from all the traveling, around 1:30 she finally drifted off. Around 5:40 a.m. guess who called? Right, NoMo! She says she didn’t know mother was home yet and wanted to leave some terribly interesting message…like the toenail clipping shaped like Elvis she found on her bed, or something similar of value like that, on mothers answering machine. I think mother wasn’t very nice to her and they hung up fairly quickly, 30 minutes, mother said she couldn’t go back to sleep and got up and made coffee. I think NoMo called back at 6:30 a.m. and invited mother to come over and have her coffee on NoMo’s junk covered porch with her, Dusty, and his Frisbee. Needless to say, mother wasn’t in a good mood Monday, and I don’t think she went to drink coffee with NoMo, but they did talk on the phone for the obligatory half hour again. I think mother said NoMo called about 14 times Monday, but that may be an exaggeration, though not an unreasonable one. Fortunately NoMo has some new victims to call on when NoKe is out of town, but I’m not sure who they are…its just not LeRo or me. Slowly but surely NoMo is getting her house back in order and is getting some things done again. Saturday night she called the police twice because her motion detector lights came on. She was frightened. The first cop came over and looked all around the back yard and didn’t find anything, so he left telling her she should call again if something else happens. It didn’t, but she called anyway. This time another cop came over, one she really didn’t like for some reason, and she told him to leave and never come back. The next morning she called the chief of police to complain about that guy. So far, NoMo is back to her old tricks again but hasn’t spent any money yet, she now has some new checks though. Mother says everything is back to the way it was when I first started writing this blog, with the exception of the spending money, but how far away can that be? For now, NoMo is too busy bitching about everyone, and working on suing people, to throw away any real money yet, but just wait…we may start a pool on the day she is hauled off by sheriffs deputies again.