Never ceases to amaze me how gullible people are. Or maybe they aren't gullible maybe they just enjoy continuing the hate and spreading the bullshit.
Social Media, is great, it can be truly awesome, but (yes folks there is always a but lol), it's also filled with hate and lies. It doesn't take much to see through the lies, a Google search, or even just common sense. That so called fact someone copied from a Government website, that is full of grammar errors and spelling mistakes?, that is not the truth. The letter a friends friends brothers friends cousin, they are sharing, is also not a fact. Don't be so damn gullible, take the time to research before you post something that is total bullshit, be responsible. And don't then defend it, you look like more of a fool when you do.
Everyone gets up in arms over bullying, and rightly so it's disgusting. People rally and protest over the murderer who gets a lenient sentence, again rightly so. But those same people then go onto Social Media, and bully. Yep, that's what I said they bully. By posting a lie, by spreading it around, even to your small circle of friends, you are being a bully. Posting a picture of violence that is purported to be something it actually isn't, plastering someones face on line, that is all a form of bullying. You are doing exactly what a bully in a school does, picking on the weak and innocent. The police and attorneys, are the ones who build the cases against criminals, not you. For all you know that face you are spreading around gleefully, is innocent. Or you could be putting a crimp in the investigation. Sure spread around the Amber Alerts or news reports, but don't spread something around just because you see it shared on someone else's page, check your facts first.
Don't get me wrong, I love Social Media. I love playing games on line, I love getting to know people from all over the world. But everyday I'm inundated with bullshit lol. While I get to know a lot of people, it's opened my eyes to just how gullible people can really be, and I'm absolutely gob smacked by their justifications surrounding their sharing of something so stupid a 3 year old would know it was bullshit.
I don't claim to be the most intelligent person in the world, nor do I claim to know everything. But what I do know is that not everything I read on line is true. All the posts about some actor or singer going to share their wealth if you share their post, seriously? why the hell would you believe that, why the hell would they do that? It's such an obvious lie. And what about all the posts share with an amen if you want to help this baby blah blah. Seriously? How the hell would that help anyone? It doesn't, and it's a lie, been proven a lie time and time again. It's like the old chain letters that used to go around, if you break this chain etc, bullshit. I broke that damn chain and danced on it's remains lol. While you are sharing this supposed heartbreaking picture and story, the person who created and photo shopped it, is laughing maniacally and calling out "Suckered another one." from the basement they live in at their parents house. What they are really doing is spreading their evil tentacles around the world and loving it. Why would you want to help them do that?
I have no doubt that there is some stories that are true, but do some research before sharing. I don't have an issue with anyone's beliefs or religion, I don't give a damn about their politics either, but I do have an issue with the sharing of what is obviously a lie. Use Social Media for the purpose it was meant to be for. Keep in contact with friends and family, play games, share jokes, post hilarious memes, or share your day. Don't use it to spread hate and lies, don't use it to spread blatant bullshit.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, August 31, 2018
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Fuck it Day
I need a 'fuck it' day. The day where you just say 'fuck it' and let everything slide. You might or might not get dressed, and you definitely won't shower, it's not mandatory to have clothes on while having a 'fuck it' day. but if you are a parent with young kids who are going to be there on your 'fuck it' day, it would probably be best to have something on.
You could even include your kids, although I wouldn't recommend calling it a 'fuck it' day in front of them lol. Let's face it,whether we work out of the home, or in the home, as adults we are working every single day. If we have a day off, we are working in the garden or taking care of the house and shopping. Even in retirement, we still have responsibilities, we may not have as many, but they are still there.
Wake up whenever you want, okay okay some of you may have babies, and they dictate your life, but do something different. Get up with the baby sure, but spend the day in your pjs. Leave that pile of washing you've got to do, forget the washing up, and the vacuuming this is a 'fuck it' day. Your kids are hungry, whatever you do, do not cook anything. A bowl of cereal for 3 meals a day is good on a 'fuck it' day. Let them grab some fruit, nothing wrong with only eating fruit for a meal. We've all done that ourselves while attempting to diet. Actually the fruit is better, no washing up sitting there trying to guilt you into actually doing something.
'Fuck it' days are good for the whole family. Your kids will think it's great not getting dressed, like they do every other day. They'll love having you on the couch with them watching mindless cartoons. Lying in your bed with a pile of books will feel like a real treat, and they'll be begging for another 'fuck it' day before you know it. Well, hopefully they won't actually say 'fuck it' but you get my drift lol. Think of how relaxed you will all be by the time the day is over. You'll feel rejuvenated, and of course incredibly lazy, but it is an incredible way to unwind.
I'm having a 'fuck it' day on my next day off, well hopefully, although we have a scheduled power outage, dammit. Oh well, I have the tablet and kindle, so I can still say 'fuck it' and do nothing. I'll be a sloth all day, probably stay in bed and revel in the 'fuck it' feeling. I'll forget I'm an adult, with bills to pay, and responsibilities (they are over rated anyway) and just do absolutely nothing.
Sounds like heaven to me, and my kids are all grown up so I don't have to get them off to school, arguing the whole way there. Just a me day, a day for nothing. Ahhh. I'm feeling it already.
'Fuck it' doesn't just have to be about having a day off, it can also be for other things in your life. I've stopped arguing with someone who believes they are always right, but rarely is, instead I just smile, and in my head say 'fuck it', and walk away. Has made my life much nicer lol. It's a great stress reliever, work pisses me off all the time, but while I get rattled and tense, I always end up saying to myself 'fuck it' it's just a job.
I still have days where saying 'fuck it' just doesn't work, it's not a cure all. But for me, it's a great stress reliever, and it helps me just step back. Push in front of me at the shops, 'fuck it', pull out in front of me on the road, 'fuck it', think you're better than me, 'fuck it' LOL.
So there you go folks, step right up and buy Cathy's magic elixir, it will cure all your ills, cure baldness, cure that nagging wife, FUCK IT ELIXIR!!! And it's free lol.
Catch yas
Cathy
You could even include your kids, although I wouldn't recommend calling it a 'fuck it' day in front of them lol. Let's face it,whether we work out of the home, or in the home, as adults we are working every single day. If we have a day off, we are working in the garden or taking care of the house and shopping. Even in retirement, we still have responsibilities, we may not have as many, but they are still there.
Wake up whenever you want, okay okay some of you may have babies, and they dictate your life, but do something different. Get up with the baby sure, but spend the day in your pjs. Leave that pile of washing you've got to do, forget the washing up, and the vacuuming this is a 'fuck it' day. Your kids are hungry, whatever you do, do not cook anything. A bowl of cereal for 3 meals a day is good on a 'fuck it' day. Let them grab some fruit, nothing wrong with only eating fruit for a meal. We've all done that ourselves while attempting to diet. Actually the fruit is better, no washing up sitting there trying to guilt you into actually doing something.
'Fuck it' days are good for the whole family. Your kids will think it's great not getting dressed, like they do every other day. They'll love having you on the couch with them watching mindless cartoons. Lying in your bed with a pile of books will feel like a real treat, and they'll be begging for another 'fuck it' day before you know it. Well, hopefully they won't actually say 'fuck it' but you get my drift lol. Think of how relaxed you will all be by the time the day is over. You'll feel rejuvenated, and of course incredibly lazy, but it is an incredible way to unwind.
I'm having a 'fuck it' day on my next day off, well hopefully, although we have a scheduled power outage, dammit. Oh well, I have the tablet and kindle, so I can still say 'fuck it' and do nothing. I'll be a sloth all day, probably stay in bed and revel in the 'fuck it' feeling. I'll forget I'm an adult, with bills to pay, and responsibilities (they are over rated anyway) and just do absolutely nothing.
Sounds like heaven to me, and my kids are all grown up so I don't have to get them off to school, arguing the whole way there. Just a me day, a day for nothing. Ahhh. I'm feeling it already.
'Fuck it' doesn't just have to be about having a day off, it can also be for other things in your life. I've stopped arguing with someone who believes they are always right, but rarely is, instead I just smile, and in my head say 'fuck it', and walk away. Has made my life much nicer lol. It's a great stress reliever, work pisses me off all the time, but while I get rattled and tense, I always end up saying to myself 'fuck it' it's just a job.
I still have days where saying 'fuck it' just doesn't work, it's not a cure all. But for me, it's a great stress reliever, and it helps me just step back. Push in front of me at the shops, 'fuck it', pull out in front of me on the road, 'fuck it', think you're better than me, 'fuck it' LOL.
So there you go folks, step right up and buy Cathy's magic elixir, it will cure all your ills, cure baldness, cure that nagging wife, FUCK IT ELIXIR!!! And it's free lol.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, June 22, 2018
Life in the Twilight Zone - I'm Trapped
I've been getting into a routine with Mum, I'm only able to visit once a week, because of work. But it's working and we are getting into the routine, it's just that she doesn't remember any of it lol.
My brother and I are always regaled by stories, none of which are true, that indicate that the other has never visited and she wants to see them. Example, to me she'll say that Anthony never comes and sees me, to him she'll say Cathy never comes and visits me. I'm not sure why she never mentions our younger brother Andrew, maybe she just knows that he can't handle it. I know it's not cause she doesn't remember him, cause she will ask after him, just never complains about him never visiting lol.
She is usually complaining about how I never let her spend any money, or I never take her anywhere. And of course it's the never ending complaint about having run out of something. Mum has always been a big spender on a very small budget. I've had to cut through all the crap that came with taking over her finances before she went into the home and then through the sale of her house. I have money invested for her, all her bills have finally been paid, and have more left to pay for a funeral when the need arises. She got quite a bit of money, not millions or anything like that, when her Mum died, and managed to get through it all in a very short time. Mostly from buying crap that she didn't need, or never used. She did make a big investment in a new car, that subsequently got written off when some idiot ran into me. She had huge plans to remodel her kitchen, it never happened. She wanted to replace carpets, again it never happened. Instead I found virtually no trace of the money, and a personal loan that someone thought was a good idea to give her.
I've waded through reams of receipts, piles of statements, and tiny little notes that make no sense. Now she is in a home, they feed her, care for her, provide her medications, and treat her with respect. All of this is paid for, handled by me. The home took a bond, which is refundable on her death, and I've already mentioned where the rest is. She doesn't have millions, doesn't understand that she can't spend the money she has like she used to and never will. She'll want me to take her grocery shopping, she doesn't need to go, but she always loved buying food to stock her pantry that was filled with so much crap when we were cleaning out the house, I had to take a carload to the tip, it was expired food,so I didn't donate any of it. Her laundry cupboards were bursting at the seams from all the cleaning supplies she had. I never realised cleaning supplies could actually expire, until I cleaned out her cupboards. I have half a cupboard under my kitchen sink, and a shelf in my laundry, but she had 4 big cupboards in the laundry, a double cupboard under the sink in the kitchen, a single cupboard under the sink in the bathroom, oh and a cupboard under the laundry sink, all full. That's excluded the other random places around the house she'd have something. Piles and piles of clothes and shoes, some clothes never worn, 90% of them were donated, I kept 10% for her. In her linen cupboard, she had shelves of linen, but also extra shampoos and conditioners, boxes of tissues, soaps, toothpaste, enough for an apocalypse. I have a bag in my room, filled with shampoos etc, that I just replace her current ones with, and it's still not enough.
I don't know why she did this, none of us kids hoard stuff, well Andrew loves hoarding his books, but at least he can read them, and they don't expire. Last Sunday when I was visiting, she ran through the normal litany of needing shampoo etc, I opened her cupboard and asked her to look and see what she needed. I already knew, but she needs to look, I then made her cross things off on her shopping list. By the time I was through, the list was completely crossed out and just as I knew she needed nothing. It didn't stop her from continuously mentioning what she needed the whole time I was there though. She had clothes jammed into her wardrobe, that could be folded up, so I removed them and put them in her labelled drawers. I set the coat hangers aside to hand to the laundry staff, for reuse, and she got all upset and told me that I couldn't give her hangers away. I explained that I was just giving them to the laundry and that they'd reuse them for her, but she burst into tears and told me that they were hers, she owned them. I shoved them all onto a shelf in the wardrobe. For the record, they aren't hers, they belong to the nursing home, but I'll clear them out when she's not in the room.
She also had a few clothes piled on a chair, I asked if they were laundry as I noticed that there was a couple of new tops in the pile, that she hadn't yet worn. She told me that she had too many clothes and was going to donate them to the charity shop. This is fine, if she wants to donate the clothes she bought, they are going to a good cause, so not a problem. I noticed a jacket in the wardrobe which wasn't hers, she told me she'd bought it from the shop. I asked her why she did that when she had others in there that she actually wore, and were a lot nicer, she said, she needed it, because I never took her shopping or let her spend her money. The clothes in the pile were all clothes we bought when I took her shopping, but I never let her buy anything sigh.
There is absolutely no point in arguing with her, she doesn't get it anymore. Before you could reason with her, she was a very logical person, and hey it was her money, she worked hard for years to get it. But now I'm withholding her money, I'm mean, I've trapped her in a home so I can spend her money. I won't let her have her things, she has her things, well as many as is needed. She has furniture, clothes, a TV (that she will insist doesn't work or belongs to the home, it works and is mine), everything that she needs.
I got the statement from the home, detailing all expenses, and it includes all the money she is spending in this little charity shop. I can't tell them not to let her go there, she's an addict as far as shopping is concerned, and she knows it's a charity shop so feels good about buying something. I'm thankful that they don't sell groceries or cleaning supplies, she'd be buying them for sure lol. They do sell chocolates, and chocolate biscuits, she has a labelled drawer filled with supplies, but each time I visit there is packets of lollies, or biscuits just lying around. In her head she doesn't think to check if she needs anything, she is always surprised when I open a drawer and show her whats in there. The little switch that switches on in us, doesn't switch on in her. She knows the drawers are labelled, but when you point it out, she acts like you just stuck the labels on. And yet she'll tell you she knows they are labelled. It's frustrating and infuriating, it's stress causing, and sad. But what can you do?
My job in customer service means I have to maintain a cheerful attitude all week, as I listen to a litany of complaints against our company or talk to someone who can't understand that you can't do what they want, just because they want it lol. Talking for 30 minutes to someone about how to get their pc to work (that's not my job, but I take the time to guide people through problems) is draining. And then on Sunday, I have to talk to Mum the same. The big difference is that this is my Mum, I shouldn't have to do this. We used to do our grocery shopping together on Saturday mornings, stopping for coffee and cake. Now I have one day to myself, one day to get over the week of work before visiting Mum and putting on the false face again. Alzheimers fucking sucks.
I sometimes wonder if there will come a day when I just walk out and say fuck it, taking off somewhere without my phone, and not telling anyone where I'm going. I know there is a lot of days I want to, but I also know that I won't do that. For one thing it would be selfish for another I'm the sort of person that has to plan things, and I'd have to figure out how to withdraw all my cash, can't use cards when your walking out and saying fuck it lol, then there's the fact I love my bed, I might have to sleep in the car and couldn't do that. I'd be worrying about who was going to feed the cats, and did I remember to say goodbye to the kids (wait can't do that if I'm walking out lol). And mostly I'd be worried about Mum. Sure she's safe were she is, and 90% of the time she doesn't even remember I visited, but I remember. I remember how she was when we were kids, I remember that she gave birth to us, and I remember that she looked after us and made sure we were fed, clothed and housed. So now that's what I have to do, who cares if that was never my plan, it's my life now. Who cares if she thinks I'm mean, who cares if she thinks she needs more damn shampoo. One day I will have that time to myself, one day it will just be me time, one day she will die. In the meantime I'm trapped, but not in a bad way. It's a paying back the woman who provided for me, the woman who was there for me (whether I wanted it or not) kind of way. It's family.
Catch yas
Cathy
My brother and I are always regaled by stories, none of which are true, that indicate that the other has never visited and she wants to see them. Example, to me she'll say that Anthony never comes and sees me, to him she'll say Cathy never comes and visits me. I'm not sure why she never mentions our younger brother Andrew, maybe she just knows that he can't handle it. I know it's not cause she doesn't remember him, cause she will ask after him, just never complains about him never visiting lol.
She is usually complaining about how I never let her spend any money, or I never take her anywhere. And of course it's the never ending complaint about having run out of something. Mum has always been a big spender on a very small budget. I've had to cut through all the crap that came with taking over her finances before she went into the home and then through the sale of her house. I have money invested for her, all her bills have finally been paid, and have more left to pay for a funeral when the need arises. She got quite a bit of money, not millions or anything like that, when her Mum died, and managed to get through it all in a very short time. Mostly from buying crap that she didn't need, or never used. She did make a big investment in a new car, that subsequently got written off when some idiot ran into me. She had huge plans to remodel her kitchen, it never happened. She wanted to replace carpets, again it never happened. Instead I found virtually no trace of the money, and a personal loan that someone thought was a good idea to give her.
I've waded through reams of receipts, piles of statements, and tiny little notes that make no sense. Now she is in a home, they feed her, care for her, provide her medications, and treat her with respect. All of this is paid for, handled by me. The home took a bond, which is refundable on her death, and I've already mentioned where the rest is. She doesn't have millions, doesn't understand that she can't spend the money she has like she used to and never will. She'll want me to take her grocery shopping, she doesn't need to go, but she always loved buying food to stock her pantry that was filled with so much crap when we were cleaning out the house, I had to take a carload to the tip, it was expired food,so I didn't donate any of it. Her laundry cupboards were bursting at the seams from all the cleaning supplies she had. I never realised cleaning supplies could actually expire, until I cleaned out her cupboards. I have half a cupboard under my kitchen sink, and a shelf in my laundry, but she had 4 big cupboards in the laundry, a double cupboard under the sink in the kitchen, a single cupboard under the sink in the bathroom, oh and a cupboard under the laundry sink, all full. That's excluded the other random places around the house she'd have something. Piles and piles of clothes and shoes, some clothes never worn, 90% of them were donated, I kept 10% for her. In her linen cupboard, she had shelves of linen, but also extra shampoos and conditioners, boxes of tissues, soaps, toothpaste, enough for an apocalypse. I have a bag in my room, filled with shampoos etc, that I just replace her current ones with, and it's still not enough.
I don't know why she did this, none of us kids hoard stuff, well Andrew loves hoarding his books, but at least he can read them, and they don't expire. Last Sunday when I was visiting, she ran through the normal litany of needing shampoo etc, I opened her cupboard and asked her to look and see what she needed. I already knew, but she needs to look, I then made her cross things off on her shopping list. By the time I was through, the list was completely crossed out and just as I knew she needed nothing. It didn't stop her from continuously mentioning what she needed the whole time I was there though. She had clothes jammed into her wardrobe, that could be folded up, so I removed them and put them in her labelled drawers. I set the coat hangers aside to hand to the laundry staff, for reuse, and she got all upset and told me that I couldn't give her hangers away. I explained that I was just giving them to the laundry and that they'd reuse them for her, but she burst into tears and told me that they were hers, she owned them. I shoved them all onto a shelf in the wardrobe. For the record, they aren't hers, they belong to the nursing home, but I'll clear them out when she's not in the room.
She also had a few clothes piled on a chair, I asked if they were laundry as I noticed that there was a couple of new tops in the pile, that she hadn't yet worn. She told me that she had too many clothes and was going to donate them to the charity shop. This is fine, if she wants to donate the clothes she bought, they are going to a good cause, so not a problem. I noticed a jacket in the wardrobe which wasn't hers, she told me she'd bought it from the shop. I asked her why she did that when she had others in there that she actually wore, and were a lot nicer, she said, she needed it, because I never took her shopping or let her spend her money. The clothes in the pile were all clothes we bought when I took her shopping, but I never let her buy anything sigh.
There is absolutely no point in arguing with her, she doesn't get it anymore. Before you could reason with her, she was a very logical person, and hey it was her money, she worked hard for years to get it. But now I'm withholding her money, I'm mean, I've trapped her in a home so I can spend her money. I won't let her have her things, she has her things, well as many as is needed. She has furniture, clothes, a TV (that she will insist doesn't work or belongs to the home, it works and is mine), everything that she needs.
I got the statement from the home, detailing all expenses, and it includes all the money she is spending in this little charity shop. I can't tell them not to let her go there, she's an addict as far as shopping is concerned, and she knows it's a charity shop so feels good about buying something. I'm thankful that they don't sell groceries or cleaning supplies, she'd be buying them for sure lol. They do sell chocolates, and chocolate biscuits, she has a labelled drawer filled with supplies, but each time I visit there is packets of lollies, or biscuits just lying around. In her head she doesn't think to check if she needs anything, she is always surprised when I open a drawer and show her whats in there. The little switch that switches on in us, doesn't switch on in her. She knows the drawers are labelled, but when you point it out, she acts like you just stuck the labels on. And yet she'll tell you she knows they are labelled. It's frustrating and infuriating, it's stress causing, and sad. But what can you do?
My job in customer service means I have to maintain a cheerful attitude all week, as I listen to a litany of complaints against our company or talk to someone who can't understand that you can't do what they want, just because they want it lol. Talking for 30 minutes to someone about how to get their pc to work (that's not my job, but I take the time to guide people through problems) is draining. And then on Sunday, I have to talk to Mum the same. The big difference is that this is my Mum, I shouldn't have to do this. We used to do our grocery shopping together on Saturday mornings, stopping for coffee and cake. Now I have one day to myself, one day to get over the week of work before visiting Mum and putting on the false face again. Alzheimers fucking sucks.
I sometimes wonder if there will come a day when I just walk out and say fuck it, taking off somewhere without my phone, and not telling anyone where I'm going. I know there is a lot of days I want to, but I also know that I won't do that. For one thing it would be selfish for another I'm the sort of person that has to plan things, and I'd have to figure out how to withdraw all my cash, can't use cards when your walking out and saying fuck it lol, then there's the fact I love my bed, I might have to sleep in the car and couldn't do that. I'd be worrying about who was going to feed the cats, and did I remember to say goodbye to the kids (wait can't do that if I'm walking out lol). And mostly I'd be worried about Mum. Sure she's safe were she is, and 90% of the time she doesn't even remember I visited, but I remember. I remember how she was when we were kids, I remember that she gave birth to us, and I remember that she looked after us and made sure we were fed, clothed and housed. So now that's what I have to do, who cares if that was never my plan, it's my life now. Who cares if she thinks I'm mean, who cares if she thinks she needs more damn shampoo. One day I will have that time to myself, one day it will just be me time, one day she will die. In the meantime I'm trapped, but not in a bad way. It's a paying back the woman who provided for me, the woman who was there for me (whether I wanted it or not) kind of way. It's family.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, May 18, 2018
Life in the Twilight Zone - Everyday is New
I took Mum to Katoomba today to pick up her new glasses, that we had ordered last Saturday. They did them express which was awesome, as her old ones had broken. She was very excited to be going out when I picked her up, and made sure to bundle up as she knows Katoomba can be cold. In the car she wanted to know if she could buy some gloves,
"You have gloves Mum, you just forgot them."
"No I don't think so."
I just kept driving lol. As we drove she regaled me of tales of all the new people she has been meeting, tales she has told me a million times before, and I just kept nodding and mmmming every now and then. Once we got to Katoomba, she asked where her gloves were, so I told her she'd forgotten to bring them.
We get to OPSM walk in and she's directed to a seat to try on her new glasses. They fit perfectly, and she was so glad to be able to see properly again. I had decided to treat her to a coffee and some raisin toast while we were out, as I didn't start work till late. Little things like this just make her day, and it's not hard to suffer through eating some raisin toast lol.
"I really like my new glasses," she says. "I'm surprised they knew my prescription."
"We went in on Saturday and they tested your eyes Mum."
"I don't remember that, are you sure."
"Yes Mum, how else would they know your prescription, they aren't magic."
"Oh, well they picked nice frames."
"I picked them out for you on Saturday Mum, I showed them to you then."
"Oh, well I don't remember."
That was pretty clear lol. We naturally had to duck into the supermarket because she always has to get something. She headed for the fruit and veg muttering about needing some potatoes.
"Mum, you don't need any food, the nursing home feeds you."
"Oh, but I should buy something to give them as a donation. I'm sure they have a limited supply."
"No Mum, they have potato farms, they don't need any."
"Oh okay, wait, what?"
"Just joking Mum, come on, you need toothpaste."
Distraction complete lol. She also apparently needed a lot of other things, but I managed to deter her from 90% of them, as she really doesn't need them.
On the way back to the Nursing Home, she again regaled me with the same stories she told me on the way to Katoomba, so again I tuned out, and occasionally offered a remark as if I hadn't heard the story before. When we got to the home, she practically dived out of the car to hurry off to see if she'd missed anything lol. She does that now, she gets fretful if she's gone too long. When we went inside she discovered her French class already under way, so with directions to me to take her shopping and put it away (she practically flung it at me) she sat down to begin her class lol.
On my way home, I was thinking about how to her every single day is packed full of meeting new people, and having new adventures. It's a brand new world every single day. For me it's all same old same old, but for her it's fresh and new. I'm kind of jealous. It's not that I want Alzheimers, I sure as shit don't, but the wonder in her face whenever we go anywhere, or when she shows me around the home is amazing. She is and always has been a very social person, and that hasn't changed. She remembers some names, but not faces so much, and the fact that she can't remember them, does not deter her from sitting down for a chat, or for taking part in French class or a quiz.
She has moments of complete clarity.
"Coles wasn't in Katoomba when you lived here was it?"
I'm usually to amazed she remembered something to answer straight away lol. But she's right it wasn't. It's all different to when I lived there. And like a child, if you distract her she will forget what she was talking about or obsessing over lol. We laugh and crack jokes just like we always have, but now I can use the same old joke and lines over and over again, and she will giggle or bray with laughter as it's all new to her lol.
It's a truly wondrous world we live in, and sometimes it takes someone with Alzheimers to remind us just how truly wonderful it is.
Catch yas
Cathy
"You have gloves Mum, you just forgot them."
"No I don't think so."
I just kept driving lol. As we drove she regaled me of tales of all the new people she has been meeting, tales she has told me a million times before, and I just kept nodding and mmmming every now and then. Once we got to Katoomba, she asked where her gloves were, so I told her she'd forgotten to bring them.
We get to OPSM walk in and she's directed to a seat to try on her new glasses. They fit perfectly, and she was so glad to be able to see properly again. I had decided to treat her to a coffee and some raisin toast while we were out, as I didn't start work till late. Little things like this just make her day, and it's not hard to suffer through eating some raisin toast lol.
"I really like my new glasses," she says. "I'm surprised they knew my prescription."
"We went in on Saturday and they tested your eyes Mum."
"I don't remember that, are you sure."
"Yes Mum, how else would they know your prescription, they aren't magic."
"Oh, well they picked nice frames."
"I picked them out for you on Saturday Mum, I showed them to you then."
"Oh, well I don't remember."
That was pretty clear lol. We naturally had to duck into the supermarket because she always has to get something. She headed for the fruit and veg muttering about needing some potatoes.
"Mum, you don't need any food, the nursing home feeds you."
"Oh, but I should buy something to give them as a donation. I'm sure they have a limited supply."
"No Mum, they have potato farms, they don't need any."
"Oh okay, wait, what?"
"Just joking Mum, come on, you need toothpaste."
Distraction complete lol. She also apparently needed a lot of other things, but I managed to deter her from 90% of them, as she really doesn't need them.
On the way back to the Nursing Home, she again regaled me with the same stories she told me on the way to Katoomba, so again I tuned out, and occasionally offered a remark as if I hadn't heard the story before. When we got to the home, she practically dived out of the car to hurry off to see if she'd missed anything lol. She does that now, she gets fretful if she's gone too long. When we went inside she discovered her French class already under way, so with directions to me to take her shopping and put it away (she practically flung it at me) she sat down to begin her class lol.
On my way home, I was thinking about how to her every single day is packed full of meeting new people, and having new adventures. It's a brand new world every single day. For me it's all same old same old, but for her it's fresh and new. I'm kind of jealous. It's not that I want Alzheimers, I sure as shit don't, but the wonder in her face whenever we go anywhere, or when she shows me around the home is amazing. She is and always has been a very social person, and that hasn't changed. She remembers some names, but not faces so much, and the fact that she can't remember them, does not deter her from sitting down for a chat, or for taking part in French class or a quiz.
She has moments of complete clarity.
"Coles wasn't in Katoomba when you lived here was it?"
I'm usually to amazed she remembered something to answer straight away lol. But she's right it wasn't. It's all different to when I lived there. And like a child, if you distract her she will forget what she was talking about or obsessing over lol. We laugh and crack jokes just like we always have, but now I can use the same old joke and lines over and over again, and she will giggle or bray with laughter as it's all new to her lol.
It's a truly wondrous world we live in, and sometimes it takes someone with Alzheimers to remind us just how truly wonderful it is.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, April 20, 2018
Life in the Twilight Zone - Done
Well not done done, Mum is still kicking LOL. Done with the house, done. Finally.
There is so much to do when selling, it's not all about keeping the place clean and tidy for open houses, or the odd drop ins. It's not about keeping in touch with your Solicitor and Real Estate Agent. It's not about changing addresses, and closing services. It's not about making sure all the bills are paid. At least it hasn't been for me. Sure those things need doing, but they are minor compared with dealing with the home of someone who has lived there for 60 years. Someone who built the house and has never lived anywhere else. And it's all about their fucking crap.
I get that there is going to be stuff, I have stuff, I'm sure you have stuff, but bloody hell, my mother had S T U F F. Yep, need to use caps for that one. I had 2 weeks annual leave, wanted to get away totally for the first week and a bit, so headed down to my daughters. Sounded crazy to her that I wanted to go down and relax when she has 4 kids 7 and under. But after everything that's been going on with Mum, it was like stepping into another world. A world of screaming kids, kids that would throw a tantrum over a missing lego piece, kids that would be all over you, and not let you watch what you wanted on TV lol. And I loved it, every single second of it. No sleep ins, but lots of naps, which didn't necessarily involve sleeping, just time reading in bed. At home I would of been stressed to the max, there, I had nothing to worry about. It was fan bloody tastic.
Second week, not so much. My brother had found a place to move to, woohoo. But this of course involved getting him and his crap out of the house in my last week of leave. Naturally he didn't have leave, so I was doing the main part all week. I had to deal with his depression over having to leave the only home he's ever known, and his stress, as well as my own. He has had months to get organised, but was he? Nope, not a fucking chance of that. He also had no clue what he was doing about finding a place as he has never had to before. So I had to teach him, cause I've done it a gazillion times.
I told him to cull his shit. He went from a 3 bedroom house, with heaps of storage and space, to a one bedroom, with nada lol. I walked through the place with him, and his form, and noted all the shit that they hadn't put down as being broken, or damaged. He asked why he had to and I said, do you want to be blamed when and if you ever move out? To me it's logical, but to someone who's never done it, it's weird. That first week, I took a load down every day. Kitchen stuff he wanted, books, clothes, linen. The house wasn't anywhere near empty even with that. On the last weekend, I hired a ute for the Saturday. We had a few bigish pieces of stuff that had to come up here, and the rest of his million and one crates of fucking books. We also stopped off while we had the ute and picked him up a fridge and couch. Mums fridge is a huge side by side 2 door, no way could he fit that in, so that's my sons now, and the couch was an old shit thing 3 seater that he hated. He had the cash so we got a smaller fridge and 2 seater couch for him.
We loaded in crates, boxes, loose crap both small and big, drove up and down, and still it wasn't enough. Sunday meant more trips in the car, up and down, round and round. And he was still packing shit up as we went. Why the hell one person needs 6 fucking back packs when they only use 1, is beyond me. And yet the kitchen stuff was only 2 to 3 boxes, boggles my mind lol. He currently has 4 bookshelf's in his bedroom, and one in the lounge room, and they are all double shelved (2 rows of books on each shelf) and he still has more to unpack. I've got another bookshelf for him I've yet to take down as well. He has no wardrobe as that was kind of built in at mums, I say kind of cause it was huge and was built in the bedroom, couldn't possible move it. He also had 2 push bikes to take down, but what we did with them, was I'd have a load in the car, and he'd ride one down meet me there and I'd drive him back up for the next bike. Did mean I had a bit of extra space in the car lol.
He finally had enough, we had his essentials there, and he abandoned the rest. Then began the next stage. Cleaning the rest of the crap out.
I had to go back to work on the Monday, but I'd had a contact from the Real Estate come out on Sunday while we were there, and I showed him around the place, and said it all has to go, by Friday lol. He was lovely, he really was. Didn't faze him at all, not even my brothers room lol. I had already been taking loads of crap to the tip, and when I say crap I mean, broken things and expired food (6 garbage bags of it), and had bought a lot of cleaning products up here. But still that wasn't enough, and I was done with a capital D. He started Monday, and finally finished Friday morning.
There was stuff under the house, I can blame both Mum and Dad for that lot. When they had the kitchen redone, everything went under the house, they didn't chuck it out and it was useless crap. There was also crap in the yard, same thing, just shoved in a corner and the weeds grew over it. Everything I hadn't been able to see in the garage sale, and no one wanted, had to go. Furniture, Mum had decided she wanted that used to be my Nana's, it wasn't needed, she just wanted it. She had enough cutlery to host the Olympics, but not enough plates so they'd have to bring their own. Saucepans with handles falling off, that had been replaced with new shiny ones, but never thrown out. Fry pans that were burnt or broken in some other way, and newer ones, more than 2 people would ever need. Cake tins, muffin tins, bread tins, cooling racks, trays, all the latest and all the freaking oldest. Plastic containers, no lids, lids, no containers, plastic cups, paper plates, coffee cups, glasses, 7 bread boards, 3 knife sets in blocks, ladles, potato mashes, potato peelers, the list is fucking endless. The spice and sauce cupboard was filled to the brim, and yet when we went through it, there was basically 4 sauces and about 10 spices that we kept, 90% were expired. She had little plastic organisers, freezer bags (unopened packs) in every single cupboard. Sandwich bags all over the place, yet only one lot of cling wrap and alfoil, 2 of the things she would of used the most lol.
I bagged up as much as I could and everything went into the almost empty back room. I did nothing in my brothers room, except look at it and cry internally. Mums room had already been cleaned out, just one bit of furniture that was broken to go. And I'd actually vacuumed in there lol. The spare room, had been cleaned out already, only had my brothers pc and desk left, so we took that down to his new place. The bathroom, arrrggghhh, forgot I hadn't cleaned out all the drawers, so had to throw out bags and bags of make up that was all almost used or expired. Lounge room, had assorted stuff in it, lounge, desk, coffee tables that had broken legs (which is what every home needs just in case), books my brother abandoned, broken pottery, a small bookshelf that she'd used for her phone, and the fold out table that was a wedding present. Everything from the kitchen had been bagged so that was empty, and I'd already done the laundry, so it was just the backroom, which had a dresser another big desk, and a sewing machine cabinet, and all the bags of crap I'd thrown out there. In my brothers room, the wardrobe had to be dismantled and the wall unit he had in there as well. He had crap still in the wardrobe and a trunk full of magazines, also a porn collection under his bed lol. I'm pretty sure the room hasn't been vacuumed or dusted in 30 years, could be more, but I opened the windows and walked out.
Then there was the shed. 2 lawn mowers that didn't work. Enough gardening tools for the gardeners at Buckingham Palace (most still in wrappings and unused), old broken stools, old broken pots, another bike (broken a bit, my son took that to fix up) and crap crap and more crap. She'd even put boxes of books in there and forgotten about them, so naturally they were all just rubbish. Old pots and hoses in the yard, old garbage bins, compost bins, and an old bit of our old clothes line which was pulled down years and years ago. I'd arranged to have the asbestos from under the house removed, but they found more, sigh. Another bike, assorted paint and poisons all in the shed and under the house. 5 days it took him. 5 fucking days to get it all cleaned out. The house was by no means a hoarders house, you could walk around it free and easy, but because of all the storage, everything was hidden away. I'd gotten rid of some stuff before I left, our local council does a free clean up service twice a year, but they will only take so much, and the house was still filled.
I don't know if it's because I've moved so much, or because of Mum, but I can move my whole house in one day with a truck, or a ute, and I know this because I've done it. And I did it with 3 kids and their crap as well. So 7 days to move my brother, and a gazillion days to clean out a house. I have cleaned off my old bookshelf for my brother, and have culled the small number of books I had, I've culled clothes, with more to go, and my cupboards are full, but any food that expires, goes, any broken pots or whatever, goes. I'm not keeping jack. My kids will have to dispose of stuff, sure, but it won't take them as long as it's taken me, it will take them a day and that's it, done.
I am so glad it's all over, and I can now relax a bit. Life still goes on, Mum still has Alzheimers, we are all getting older lol, but one chapter has been closed completely and I will never have to do that again. Please, don't be my mum or brother, cull your shit. Remember that if you don't, your heirs will have to, and why would you do that to them? They won't have the time to miss you because they'll be cleaning out your S T U F F and thinking fuck me, how did this happen. I've changed all addresses, shut off services, redirected the mail, and returned the foxtel box, I'm pretty sure that's it LOL. I still have stuff of Mums here, I've saved memories and trinkets, I've got photo boxes and albums, but it's all culled to the extreme and packed neatly away. I'll do another cull now the house is gone, and will empty her files of non essentials, and get on with life.
Wouldn't mind a weekend at a spa, or just being pampered lol.
Catch yas
Cathy
There is so much to do when selling, it's not all about keeping the place clean and tidy for open houses, or the odd drop ins. It's not about keeping in touch with your Solicitor and Real Estate Agent. It's not about changing addresses, and closing services. It's not about making sure all the bills are paid. At least it hasn't been for me. Sure those things need doing, but they are minor compared with dealing with the home of someone who has lived there for 60 years. Someone who built the house and has never lived anywhere else. And it's all about their fucking crap.
I get that there is going to be stuff, I have stuff, I'm sure you have stuff, but bloody hell, my mother had S T U F F. Yep, need to use caps for that one. I had 2 weeks annual leave, wanted to get away totally for the first week and a bit, so headed down to my daughters. Sounded crazy to her that I wanted to go down and relax when she has 4 kids 7 and under. But after everything that's been going on with Mum, it was like stepping into another world. A world of screaming kids, kids that would throw a tantrum over a missing lego piece, kids that would be all over you, and not let you watch what you wanted on TV lol. And I loved it, every single second of it. No sleep ins, but lots of naps, which didn't necessarily involve sleeping, just time reading in bed. At home I would of been stressed to the max, there, I had nothing to worry about. It was fan bloody tastic.
Second week, not so much. My brother had found a place to move to, woohoo. But this of course involved getting him and his crap out of the house in my last week of leave. Naturally he didn't have leave, so I was doing the main part all week. I had to deal with his depression over having to leave the only home he's ever known, and his stress, as well as my own. He has had months to get organised, but was he? Nope, not a fucking chance of that. He also had no clue what he was doing about finding a place as he has never had to before. So I had to teach him, cause I've done it a gazillion times.
I told him to cull his shit. He went from a 3 bedroom house, with heaps of storage and space, to a one bedroom, with nada lol. I walked through the place with him, and his form, and noted all the shit that they hadn't put down as being broken, or damaged. He asked why he had to and I said, do you want to be blamed when and if you ever move out? To me it's logical, but to someone who's never done it, it's weird. That first week, I took a load down every day. Kitchen stuff he wanted, books, clothes, linen. The house wasn't anywhere near empty even with that. On the last weekend, I hired a ute for the Saturday. We had a few bigish pieces of stuff that had to come up here, and the rest of his million and one crates of fucking books. We also stopped off while we had the ute and picked him up a fridge and couch. Mums fridge is a huge side by side 2 door, no way could he fit that in, so that's my sons now, and the couch was an old shit thing 3 seater that he hated. He had the cash so we got a smaller fridge and 2 seater couch for him.
We loaded in crates, boxes, loose crap both small and big, drove up and down, and still it wasn't enough. Sunday meant more trips in the car, up and down, round and round. And he was still packing shit up as we went. Why the hell one person needs 6 fucking back packs when they only use 1, is beyond me. And yet the kitchen stuff was only 2 to 3 boxes, boggles my mind lol. He currently has 4 bookshelf's in his bedroom, and one in the lounge room, and they are all double shelved (2 rows of books on each shelf) and he still has more to unpack. I've got another bookshelf for him I've yet to take down as well. He has no wardrobe as that was kind of built in at mums, I say kind of cause it was huge and was built in the bedroom, couldn't possible move it. He also had 2 push bikes to take down, but what we did with them, was I'd have a load in the car, and he'd ride one down meet me there and I'd drive him back up for the next bike. Did mean I had a bit of extra space in the car lol.
He finally had enough, we had his essentials there, and he abandoned the rest. Then began the next stage. Cleaning the rest of the crap out.
I had to go back to work on the Monday, but I'd had a contact from the Real Estate come out on Sunday while we were there, and I showed him around the place, and said it all has to go, by Friday lol. He was lovely, he really was. Didn't faze him at all, not even my brothers room lol. I had already been taking loads of crap to the tip, and when I say crap I mean, broken things and expired food (6 garbage bags of it), and had bought a lot of cleaning products up here. But still that wasn't enough, and I was done with a capital D. He started Monday, and finally finished Friday morning.
There was stuff under the house, I can blame both Mum and Dad for that lot. When they had the kitchen redone, everything went under the house, they didn't chuck it out and it was useless crap. There was also crap in the yard, same thing, just shoved in a corner and the weeds grew over it. Everything I hadn't been able to see in the garage sale, and no one wanted, had to go. Furniture, Mum had decided she wanted that used to be my Nana's, it wasn't needed, she just wanted it. She had enough cutlery to host the Olympics, but not enough plates so they'd have to bring their own. Saucepans with handles falling off, that had been replaced with new shiny ones, but never thrown out. Fry pans that were burnt or broken in some other way, and newer ones, more than 2 people would ever need. Cake tins, muffin tins, bread tins, cooling racks, trays, all the latest and all the freaking oldest. Plastic containers, no lids, lids, no containers, plastic cups, paper plates, coffee cups, glasses, 7 bread boards, 3 knife sets in blocks, ladles, potato mashes, potato peelers, the list is fucking endless. The spice and sauce cupboard was filled to the brim, and yet when we went through it, there was basically 4 sauces and about 10 spices that we kept, 90% were expired. She had little plastic organisers, freezer bags (unopened packs) in every single cupboard. Sandwich bags all over the place, yet only one lot of cling wrap and alfoil, 2 of the things she would of used the most lol.
I bagged up as much as I could and everything went into the almost empty back room. I did nothing in my brothers room, except look at it and cry internally. Mums room had already been cleaned out, just one bit of furniture that was broken to go. And I'd actually vacuumed in there lol. The spare room, had been cleaned out already, only had my brothers pc and desk left, so we took that down to his new place. The bathroom, arrrggghhh, forgot I hadn't cleaned out all the drawers, so had to throw out bags and bags of make up that was all almost used or expired. Lounge room, had assorted stuff in it, lounge, desk, coffee tables that had broken legs (which is what every home needs just in case), books my brother abandoned, broken pottery, a small bookshelf that she'd used for her phone, and the fold out table that was a wedding present. Everything from the kitchen had been bagged so that was empty, and I'd already done the laundry, so it was just the backroom, which had a dresser another big desk, and a sewing machine cabinet, and all the bags of crap I'd thrown out there. In my brothers room, the wardrobe had to be dismantled and the wall unit he had in there as well. He had crap still in the wardrobe and a trunk full of magazines, also a porn collection under his bed lol. I'm pretty sure the room hasn't been vacuumed or dusted in 30 years, could be more, but I opened the windows and walked out.
Then there was the shed. 2 lawn mowers that didn't work. Enough gardening tools for the gardeners at Buckingham Palace (most still in wrappings and unused), old broken stools, old broken pots, another bike (broken a bit, my son took that to fix up) and crap crap and more crap. She'd even put boxes of books in there and forgotten about them, so naturally they were all just rubbish. Old pots and hoses in the yard, old garbage bins, compost bins, and an old bit of our old clothes line which was pulled down years and years ago. I'd arranged to have the asbestos from under the house removed, but they found more, sigh. Another bike, assorted paint and poisons all in the shed and under the house. 5 days it took him. 5 fucking days to get it all cleaned out. The house was by no means a hoarders house, you could walk around it free and easy, but because of all the storage, everything was hidden away. I'd gotten rid of some stuff before I left, our local council does a free clean up service twice a year, but they will only take so much, and the house was still filled.
I don't know if it's because I've moved so much, or because of Mum, but I can move my whole house in one day with a truck, or a ute, and I know this because I've done it. And I did it with 3 kids and their crap as well. So 7 days to move my brother, and a gazillion days to clean out a house. I have cleaned off my old bookshelf for my brother, and have culled the small number of books I had, I've culled clothes, with more to go, and my cupboards are full, but any food that expires, goes, any broken pots or whatever, goes. I'm not keeping jack. My kids will have to dispose of stuff, sure, but it won't take them as long as it's taken me, it will take them a day and that's it, done.
I am so glad it's all over, and I can now relax a bit. Life still goes on, Mum still has Alzheimers, we are all getting older lol, but one chapter has been closed completely and I will never have to do that again. Please, don't be my mum or brother, cull your shit. Remember that if you don't, your heirs will have to, and why would you do that to them? They won't have the time to miss you because they'll be cleaning out your S T U F F and thinking fuck me, how did this happen. I've changed all addresses, shut off services, redirected the mail, and returned the foxtel box, I'm pretty sure that's it LOL. I still have stuff of Mums here, I've saved memories and trinkets, I've got photo boxes and albums, but it's all culled to the extreme and packed neatly away. I'll do another cull now the house is gone, and will empty her files of non essentials, and get on with life.
Wouldn't mind a weekend at a spa, or just being pampered lol.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, April 8, 2018
Life in the Twilight Zone - A Day Out
First full day back home from being a way amongst 4 grand kids, and no stress. Yep, that's right no stress, sure the kids are loud, but it wasn't stressful. Sure they have tantrums left right and centre, but I didn't stress. The drive is long and boring, but no stress, it was just all so relaxing to be able to get away without worrying about Mum. It's the first holiday I've had in ages that she wasn't in hospital, or at home calling me up constantly. It was fucking awesome.
I did feel a bit guilty for missing her birthday, but I sent her flowers, and if they hadn't of told her it was her birthday she wouldn't of known lol. I can say that with a straight face, as she had her calendar turned to the month of November lol.
I'd arranged to take her to the solicitor today to get her will done, need it done before she gets too bad and that will cause all sorts of complications. It's basic, she has nothing, and nothing is what we'll get lol. I arrived at the Nursing Home at 8 am, knowing that she would dawdle, and she did. She was having breakfast when I arrived, got all excited and eager to go, but not until she'd had her coffee, sigh. She also had a bowl of cereal, some toast and some fruit, but it's not like we were in a hurry or anything.
I wanted her to get changed, because she was wearing winter gear, and I knew it was going to be a stinking hot day, and it has been. So it's open the cupboard and gets out her make up, she already had makeup on, goes into the bathroom, "Oh I forgot my lipstick." comes out and opens the cupboard, forgets what she wanted and says "I need shampoo". Goes back into the bathroom, "Oh I forgot my lipstick." comes back out, opens the cupboard, and yep you guessed it, mentioned something else, and forgets her lipstick again. 4 times she did that, but who's counting.
I managed to get her into a nice t shirt and no jacket. She did insist on bringing the jacket though, it stayed in the car till we got back lol.
Finally on our way, later than I would of liked, especially with the traffic in the morning. But off we went. She mentioned she needed shampoo 5 times, I assured her she didn't each time, and she got the look. She purses her lips and acts all huffy like she knows she's right and your a fucking idiot. For the record she has 2 full bottles of shampoo, so no she didn't need any, unpurse those lips lol. I chatted about my time away, she looked confused, so pretty normal really.
The solicitor was already to go when we got there. And he got the will written out and sent it off to be typed. Saving us having to hunt for parking twice. He made the mistake of mentioning her being left handed, so she regaled us with the same story of her childhood, and how a teacher had told her Mum that she'd never be able to be a teacher if she was a leftie, and Mum proved her wrong and did just that. It's funny the first time you hear it, not so much when your sitting in a hot little room and she's retelling for the 4th time, just in case we missed it. She wants to be cremated, so I'm pushing for a Viking funeral. There's a lovely lake in Wentworth Falls that would be perfect. Unfortunately she doesn't seem too keen, but hey she'll be dead so she won't know lol.
Will signed and back to the car we go. I told her I'd take her for a run past Andrews new place so she could see where he was going to be living. She was very excited, then paid no attention to the unit, but kept going on about the cemetery across the road. Took her to the Plaza, parked her at a table and ordered coffee and cake while I ducked into Aldi and grabbed a couple of things.I decided to take her into the pharmacy cause I knew she wanted some new make up, didn't need it just wanted it lol. I showed her were the makeup was then went and got the hair stuff she actually needed and some sani pads for her. I come back she's picked out an incredibly dark foundation, so I put that back and got a neutral one, got the pursed lips again lol. I took everything up to pay, turn around and she's gone. Naturally she's up the shampoo aisle. "Mum, you don't need shampoo." "Yes I do, I guarantee I need it." "Well I guarantee you don't, come on we have to get to Big W." Lips pursed she followed.
I head to the toys, with Mum and her walker. Pick out some lego, then turn to talk to her, and she's nowhere to be seen. Naturally I panic, she could be anywhere, could of been abducted by aliens, or a pervert could of offered her a snickers to get in his van. But nope she was off asking someone where the shampoo was lol. Dragged her back and told her we weren't shopping for her, she had no money, she goes "I just sold my house I have money, sniff". For the record, yes the house is sold, she had no part in it, and settlement isn't till the 20th, so she has no money.
I grabbed something else for Nash, then let her go back to the hair stuff, I knew where it was without asking lol, and let her grab some hair styling shit. That was all she needed anyway. I also bought her a snickers, so she isn't tempted to get in a strange van lol. I decided to stop in her hometown Blaxland, and treat her to lunch. Made the mistake of taking her through the arcade, past IGA and naturally she wants to go in and get her hair stuff, oh and fruit. "Mum, hair stuff in the car, fruit at nursing home, lets get lunch." Sitting down to eat and she asks me how my older brother is, "So how's Anthony is he still involved with that religious group?" "Ummm, what?" "You know the group that his wifes family are involved in. It worrries me that him and the boys could get trapped there." "Mum, Anthony is not involved in a religious group, if he went to church it would explode or his skin would come out in boils. Jann is not involved in a religious group, and neither is her family. The boys aren't boys they are in their 30's." Her lips started to purse, "Don't purse your lips at me Mum. You know Anthony, do you seriously think religion is his thing?" She started to say "But, I know, oh well I guess you know. My mind is not that great right now. Can we stop into IGA I need shampoo?" I refrained from banging my head on the table, it wasn't easy but I managed lol.
She wanted to stop by the house, just for one last goodbye. I dreaded her bursting into tears, but felt she should. Plus she needed to go to the toilet lol. We pull up, and off she goes. She was taking forever in the toilet, so I hunted her down, and found her in the bathroom, cleaning. "Mum, why are you cleaning?" "So we can sell the house." "It's been sold Mum, no need to clean anymore." "Oh, well I'll just check if there's any shampoo here then." She didn't want a last lingering look at the house, she went to the loo then it was off again.
Oh the way back to the Nursing Home, "Oh, I wish we'd gone and seen Andrews new place." "We did, you looked at the cemetery." "Oh. Do we have time to drive past the house, one last time." "You just went and weed in the toilet there, one last time Mum." "Oh, well I don't remember." No shit Sherlock lol. "Can we stop in Springwood, I need some hair stuff?" On reflection she's lucky I didn't run us into a tree, or truck. Naturally I would of tried to get the main impact on her side lol. She rambled off and on the whole way back, mostly about hair stuff, I ignored her, just nodded and said, sure, next time, uh huh a lot lol. Once back at the Nursing Home, she went straight to her wardrobe and opened it with a flourish, "There see, no shampoo." I stepped around her, reached in and pulled out not one, but 2 brand new bottles. "What's this then." "Someone must of gotten some for me, you better go see if we need to pay for them." I decided that it was a good time to say goodbye. Would be very suspicious if I take her down on the day the will gets signed lol.
So despite all the de stressing I did, I am now feeling like I never went anywhere, and I need a holiday lol.
Catch yas
Cathy
I did feel a bit guilty for missing her birthday, but I sent her flowers, and if they hadn't of told her it was her birthday she wouldn't of known lol. I can say that with a straight face, as she had her calendar turned to the month of November lol.
I'd arranged to take her to the solicitor today to get her will done, need it done before she gets too bad and that will cause all sorts of complications. It's basic, she has nothing, and nothing is what we'll get lol. I arrived at the Nursing Home at 8 am, knowing that she would dawdle, and she did. She was having breakfast when I arrived, got all excited and eager to go, but not until she'd had her coffee, sigh. She also had a bowl of cereal, some toast and some fruit, but it's not like we were in a hurry or anything.
I wanted her to get changed, because she was wearing winter gear, and I knew it was going to be a stinking hot day, and it has been. So it's open the cupboard and gets out her make up, she already had makeup on, goes into the bathroom, "Oh I forgot my lipstick." comes out and opens the cupboard, forgets what she wanted and says "I need shampoo". Goes back into the bathroom, "Oh I forgot my lipstick." comes back out, opens the cupboard, and yep you guessed it, mentioned something else, and forgets her lipstick again. 4 times she did that, but who's counting.
I managed to get her into a nice t shirt and no jacket. She did insist on bringing the jacket though, it stayed in the car till we got back lol.
Finally on our way, later than I would of liked, especially with the traffic in the morning. But off we went. She mentioned she needed shampoo 5 times, I assured her she didn't each time, and she got the look. She purses her lips and acts all huffy like she knows she's right and your a fucking idiot. For the record she has 2 full bottles of shampoo, so no she didn't need any, unpurse those lips lol. I chatted about my time away, she looked confused, so pretty normal really.
The solicitor was already to go when we got there. And he got the will written out and sent it off to be typed. Saving us having to hunt for parking twice. He made the mistake of mentioning her being left handed, so she regaled us with the same story of her childhood, and how a teacher had told her Mum that she'd never be able to be a teacher if she was a leftie, and Mum proved her wrong and did just that. It's funny the first time you hear it, not so much when your sitting in a hot little room and she's retelling for the 4th time, just in case we missed it. She wants to be cremated, so I'm pushing for a Viking funeral. There's a lovely lake in Wentworth Falls that would be perfect. Unfortunately she doesn't seem too keen, but hey she'll be dead so she won't know lol.
Will signed and back to the car we go. I told her I'd take her for a run past Andrews new place so she could see where he was going to be living. She was very excited, then paid no attention to the unit, but kept going on about the cemetery across the road. Took her to the Plaza, parked her at a table and ordered coffee and cake while I ducked into Aldi and grabbed a couple of things.I decided to take her into the pharmacy cause I knew she wanted some new make up, didn't need it just wanted it lol. I showed her were the makeup was then went and got the hair stuff she actually needed and some sani pads for her. I come back she's picked out an incredibly dark foundation, so I put that back and got a neutral one, got the pursed lips again lol. I took everything up to pay, turn around and she's gone. Naturally she's up the shampoo aisle. "Mum, you don't need shampoo." "Yes I do, I guarantee I need it." "Well I guarantee you don't, come on we have to get to Big W." Lips pursed she followed.
I head to the toys, with Mum and her walker. Pick out some lego, then turn to talk to her, and she's nowhere to be seen. Naturally I panic, she could be anywhere, could of been abducted by aliens, or a pervert could of offered her a snickers to get in his van. But nope she was off asking someone where the shampoo was lol. Dragged her back and told her we weren't shopping for her, she had no money, she goes "I just sold my house I have money, sniff". For the record, yes the house is sold, she had no part in it, and settlement isn't till the 20th, so she has no money.
I grabbed something else for Nash, then let her go back to the hair stuff, I knew where it was without asking lol, and let her grab some hair styling shit. That was all she needed anyway. I also bought her a snickers, so she isn't tempted to get in a strange van lol. I decided to stop in her hometown Blaxland, and treat her to lunch. Made the mistake of taking her through the arcade, past IGA and naturally she wants to go in and get her hair stuff, oh and fruit. "Mum, hair stuff in the car, fruit at nursing home, lets get lunch." Sitting down to eat and she asks me how my older brother is, "So how's Anthony is he still involved with that religious group?" "Ummm, what?" "You know the group that his wifes family are involved in. It worrries me that him and the boys could get trapped there." "Mum, Anthony is not involved in a religious group, if he went to church it would explode or his skin would come out in boils. Jann is not involved in a religious group, and neither is her family. The boys aren't boys they are in their 30's." Her lips started to purse, "Don't purse your lips at me Mum. You know Anthony, do you seriously think religion is his thing?" She started to say "But, I know, oh well I guess you know. My mind is not that great right now. Can we stop into IGA I need shampoo?" I refrained from banging my head on the table, it wasn't easy but I managed lol.
She wanted to stop by the house, just for one last goodbye. I dreaded her bursting into tears, but felt she should. Plus she needed to go to the toilet lol. We pull up, and off she goes. She was taking forever in the toilet, so I hunted her down, and found her in the bathroom, cleaning. "Mum, why are you cleaning?" "So we can sell the house." "It's been sold Mum, no need to clean anymore." "Oh, well I'll just check if there's any shampoo here then." She didn't want a last lingering look at the house, she went to the loo then it was off again.
Oh the way back to the Nursing Home, "Oh, I wish we'd gone and seen Andrews new place." "We did, you looked at the cemetery." "Oh. Do we have time to drive past the house, one last time." "You just went and weed in the toilet there, one last time Mum." "Oh, well I don't remember." No shit Sherlock lol. "Can we stop in Springwood, I need some hair stuff?" On reflection she's lucky I didn't run us into a tree, or truck. Naturally I would of tried to get the main impact on her side lol. She rambled off and on the whole way back, mostly about hair stuff, I ignored her, just nodded and said, sure, next time, uh huh a lot lol. Once back at the Nursing Home, she went straight to her wardrobe and opened it with a flourish, "There see, no shampoo." I stepped around her, reached in and pulled out not one, but 2 brand new bottles. "What's this then." "Someone must of gotten some for me, you better go see if we need to pay for them." I decided that it was a good time to say goodbye. Would be very suspicious if I take her down on the day the will gets signed lol.
So despite all the de stressing I did, I am now feeling like I never went anywhere, and I need a holiday lol.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, March 25, 2018
It's all in the translation
I'm going to weigh in on the "Gun Control" debate cause I'm sick and tired of seeing the bullshit in the US media, and all over Facebook.
A school gets shot up, students die, and what happens? People start pushing for Gun Control, as you would expect. The surviving students themselves, are pushing for Gun Control, as you would also expect. And yet thousands of Americans are suddenly up in arms over the idea of Gun Control. They say the students are paid actors, that they won't give up their Second Amendment rights, they tell stories about how if there is Gun Control, they will lose all their freedoms, that this is the first step into all rights being stripped from them, and they will no longer be free. Firstly, bullshit, secondly, wtf. Children died, again, and here you are whining about not being able to keep your AR 15, or the fact that you would be stopped from purchasing one. And you're whining about the age you should be allowed to purchase a gun, and the fact that they want better checks done before you're allowed to purchase a firearm? Seriously? This is what you whine about?
Gun Control, has nothing to do with stripping rights, it's about stopping the ease with which anybody can purchase a gun, and stopping them from purchasing guns that are not necessary. What would you need it for? If it's for a gun collection, then have it disabled, and shove it in your gun cabinet. But before you get it, go through the checks, anyone who cares about children, would be happy to do so. Stop telling everyone how you have trained your children to respect guns and to use them, seriously that means jack shit. You have no idea what your child goes through each day, just because you believe they are okay, doesn't mean they are, doesn't mean you are either.
Stop using Jews and Hitler as a reason to keep your guns and purchase as many as you want. Firstly, he wasn't voted into power, he was selected as Chancellor, not by any votes, and that paved the way to a dictatorship. Jews did not give up their rights, they were taken away by a mad man. Many escaped, many more didn't. What Hitler did was horrific, and no one wants a repeat of it. Many of the same people now going on about their Second Amendment rights have also believed that the Holocaust never happened, so stop using it. No one in the whole world believed that Hitler would actually do what he did, so why should the Jewish people have believed it would happen either.
But the main thing to me and 99% of the world, is why the hell are you all questioning the need for Gun Control? Children are dying, at a place that should be safe for them. They go to school and should come back home, but they don't. And they don't because some fucker gets it into his/her head to get a gun and shoot up a school. You can go on and on about how the kid was bullied and that needs to be addressed, and yes bullying is an issue that needs to be addressed, but don't take an act of domestic terrorism and turn it into a war against the victims. Every time one of you puts shit on one of the students who is speaking out, or posts memes showing them as idiots, you are showing that you are in fact a bully. You are showing your lack of caring. Putting guns into the hands of teachers, who don't want them, is not caring, it's not a solution. Teaching children how to safely handle guns, is not a solution. Taking the issue of Gun Control serious is a step in the right direction. No one is going to take all your guns away, so stop with the childish behaviour. Act like the adults you claim to be, and really look at the problem, think of real solutions, be proactive about something that is fucking real.
Stop blaming each other for the problems, stop showing your children that you are nothing but a child yourself with your words and actions. Actually teach them something worthwhile. Stop changing the words Gun Control to taking away our rights and guns, cause that's not what it means at all. All the Gun Control peeps want is to make it harder to get guns, to stop just anyone from being able to buy as many as they want and whatever they want, which results in less children dying. Sure anyone intent on getting one still can if they try hard enough or pay enough, but it won't be easy for them. The only thing you will lose is the ability to buy a gun that you don't fucking need to feel protected, or for hunting. Stop letting the media stir you up, they are paid to do just that, stop justifying your reason for having a gun, we don't care if you have one and we don't want it for ourselves, stand up be counted as one of the many who actually care about your fucking country and it's future.
Catch yas
Cathy
A school gets shot up, students die, and what happens? People start pushing for Gun Control, as you would expect. The surviving students themselves, are pushing for Gun Control, as you would also expect. And yet thousands of Americans are suddenly up in arms over the idea of Gun Control. They say the students are paid actors, that they won't give up their Second Amendment rights, they tell stories about how if there is Gun Control, they will lose all their freedoms, that this is the first step into all rights being stripped from them, and they will no longer be free. Firstly, bullshit, secondly, wtf. Children died, again, and here you are whining about not being able to keep your AR 15, or the fact that you would be stopped from purchasing one. And you're whining about the age you should be allowed to purchase a gun, and the fact that they want better checks done before you're allowed to purchase a firearm? Seriously? This is what you whine about?
Gun Control, has nothing to do with stripping rights, it's about stopping the ease with which anybody can purchase a gun, and stopping them from purchasing guns that are not necessary. What would you need it for? If it's for a gun collection, then have it disabled, and shove it in your gun cabinet. But before you get it, go through the checks, anyone who cares about children, would be happy to do so. Stop telling everyone how you have trained your children to respect guns and to use them, seriously that means jack shit. You have no idea what your child goes through each day, just because you believe they are okay, doesn't mean they are, doesn't mean you are either.
Stop using Jews and Hitler as a reason to keep your guns and purchase as many as you want. Firstly, he wasn't voted into power, he was selected as Chancellor, not by any votes, and that paved the way to a dictatorship. Jews did not give up their rights, they were taken away by a mad man. Many escaped, many more didn't. What Hitler did was horrific, and no one wants a repeat of it. Many of the same people now going on about their Second Amendment rights have also believed that the Holocaust never happened, so stop using it. No one in the whole world believed that Hitler would actually do what he did, so why should the Jewish people have believed it would happen either.
But the main thing to me and 99% of the world, is why the hell are you all questioning the need for Gun Control? Children are dying, at a place that should be safe for them. They go to school and should come back home, but they don't. And they don't because some fucker gets it into his/her head to get a gun and shoot up a school. You can go on and on about how the kid was bullied and that needs to be addressed, and yes bullying is an issue that needs to be addressed, but don't take an act of domestic terrorism and turn it into a war against the victims. Every time one of you puts shit on one of the students who is speaking out, or posts memes showing them as idiots, you are showing that you are in fact a bully. You are showing your lack of caring. Putting guns into the hands of teachers, who don't want them, is not caring, it's not a solution. Teaching children how to safely handle guns, is not a solution. Taking the issue of Gun Control serious is a step in the right direction. No one is going to take all your guns away, so stop with the childish behaviour. Act like the adults you claim to be, and really look at the problem, think of real solutions, be proactive about something that is fucking real.
Stop blaming each other for the problems, stop showing your children that you are nothing but a child yourself with your words and actions. Actually teach them something worthwhile. Stop changing the words Gun Control to taking away our rights and guns, cause that's not what it means at all. All the Gun Control peeps want is to make it harder to get guns, to stop just anyone from being able to buy as many as they want and whatever they want, which results in less children dying. Sure anyone intent on getting one still can if they try hard enough or pay enough, but it won't be easy for them. The only thing you will lose is the ability to buy a gun that you don't fucking need to feel protected, or for hunting. Stop letting the media stir you up, they are paid to do just that, stop justifying your reason for having a gun, we don't care if you have one and we don't want it for ourselves, stand up be counted as one of the many who actually care about your fucking country and it's future.
Catch yas
Cathy
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