More Anixety

I wrote a formal letter of complaint to the nursing home about Bob's stalker-ish behavior. This sounds so horrible but I doubt they will actually listen to me. Nobody wants to work in those kinds of places and it's hard to keep employees - Bob has been there for 10 years. And obviously Mom can't complain because of what's happened to her. It makes me so freaking sad. All this added stress in my life because of some crazy nurse who won't leave me alone. I wish I was rich and could afford to put my Mother up in fancy hotels for the rest of her life. But I can't. Boo. Since I think the home won't do anything about Bob, I'm going to run another backround search on him. Maybe there's something I didn't pick up on last time. I need anything I can get on Bob so I can better present my case to the heads. Ugh. In the mean time I need to search people, better people, who are trained in how to care for the elderly. It's so sad that everything has come to this point. Oh well I have a pilates class this afternoon which will definitely cheer me up and tonight I'm going to take a class on how to brew your own beer. Beer used to make me feel happier so I'm looking forward to it. Just a distraction...I know I need one very badly right now just because things are going so very, very badly...

More Pilates, But Info Still

Bob is just getting crazier and crazier. For some reason he showed up to my pilates class, and he just completely ruined everything. First off, he showed up wearing his nurse scrubs, and they were filthy, just filthy. I wonder if my ma had anything to do with those stains...ugh, nasty. Anyway, he kept falling all over the place. Talking really loud. And he smelled badly, and of course insisted on sitting right next to me. I just had to rush home to tell you guys and get my mind off the horror by trying to find someone from my past. That usually helps my mood. I ran a background search on the guy, and everything seems to check out. But those don't always give the complete story. I'm still doing the research so that I can start building a family tree. My mom's not much help, unfortunately...I wonder if Bob has something to do with that. After all, he's supposed to be doing mental exercises and games with her to stimulate her mind. Maybe I'll go spy on him and become a real private eye! Oh well, I'm off to the Vitamin Shoppe. See ya!

Hello Again!

I cannot stay long today because I have my pilates class in a half hour, but I just wanted to stop in and tell everyone about my new hobby. It's strange, well not as strange as Bob, but pretty out there. I'm super into people search now, which is crazy because I totally feel like a private eye finding all these public records now that I didn't even know were out there! Nutty! I bet I could do some genealogy stuff with this new hobby and find my origin, because unfortunately. my failing mother can't tell me those things anymore. Oh, that just makes me too sad! I gotta go work out! TTYL!

Hello Internet...

Hi, my name is Minerva.  I live in a cute little yellow house on Spring Street.  (I won't tell you in what city though!)  I have a dog named Duchess, and two cats:  Billy and Micky.  I love to play Go Fish with the neighborhood children.  I like my pencils sharpened, and I have a keen eye for level hanging paintings.  I'm considering going back to school to get my MBA, but in the meantime, I just like hanging out online.  I have the most amazing collection of bonsai trees you've ever seen.  And I've never met a horse I couldn't imitate.  I'm a little worried about my mother who has Alzheimer's and lives in a facility on the other side of town with a crazy nurse named Bob.