Any of you with an aging parent will relate to this, or maybe it's you who is the forgetful one. Ever since my mother had her back surgery, that totally sent her loopy, she has been forgetting everything but the old folks she knew way back when, and who for some reason she thinks I remember.
Got news for you Mum, didn't know them then, don't know them now. Today she had the car, so she asked what time I finish my shift, 5 pm. Easy to remember, normal business hours, 5 fingers (but one of them is a thumb she laughed) fine I said 5 toes then. 5.23 no sign of her, called her and she said, no you finish at 5.30. Ummm no I don't, pretty sure I remember what time I finish Mum. She has no recollection of the convo we had this morning regarding the fingers and toes, but she remembered a convo she had at patchwork. Not sure if she is just ignoring me or genuinely forgetting, hmmm.
I usually write my shift times out for her every week, so that she doesn't try calling me when I'm working, and she knows when to bring the car back. Hey, she remembers how to drive geez. I didn't have time this morning to write it down for her, so apparently it's all my fault. Oh look there's Mrs blah blah from wherever, I remember when we blah blah blah, do you remember blah blah blah, no I fucking don't remember, how the hell can you remember something that happened 100 yrs ago, but not what happened this morning, arrrgggghhhh.
I want my mother back, the pre surgery one. Sure she was old and still forgetful, but not like she is now, it's like the doctor gave her a lobotomy while she was in there. For the most part it just cracks me up, we both laugh about it, but it's getting to me. I've got a friend whose Mum is exactly the same, so we crack up together, but it's being bought home very quickly that we are going to have to start taking over her banking etc. I've got enough to deal with my own shit without hers as well.
I'll do what I have to of course, and I can look forward to convos like I used to have with my loved nana, who seemed to think I was a serial marrier always asking me who I was married to now, as if I got married every other week LOL. It was always fun visiting her and telling her the most far fetched stories, while she believed every word, then forgot it all in 2 minutes LOL. At one stage I was coming up to the hospital in Sydney every day to visit her from Tasmania, what a wonderful grand daughter I was, I've never even been to Tasmania, but the wonderful part is true. Of course, I didn't have to worry about her finances or if she was being looked after, and that is what I will have with Mum. I'll still find a way to have fun with it though LOL.
Oh well what can you do, can't shoot her, can't pay someone else to do it, so I'll do what I must, and just keep on repeating myself over and over and over and over..........
Catch yas
Cathy
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
OMG He's wearing my jumper!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No he's not wearing mine LOL. And yes it is a male having a hissy fit over his mate having the same jumper as him, and no it's not my boy having the hissy fit.
The boy has been buying some new clothes lately, and it's really about time. After all he's bought a car, a motorbike and shitload of games and records, so yeh about time for clothes. So last weekend, he's there in one of his new jumpers and a mate comes over. The mate sees the new jumper and goes "I've got one just like that. Maybe you can take yours back." And folks he was serious. A 21 yr old male saying you can't wear the same clothes as me. Mind you he hasn't worn his jumper yet, just has it, and if the boy had of seen him in it he wouldn't of gotten his or maybe he would of gotten a different colour. Then again knowing the boy as I do, he probably still would of gotten it cause he likes it LOL. Not surprisingly the boy told his mate to fuck off he wasn't changing his jumper, it was just a fucking jumper for fucks sake LOL.
Started me thinking about fashion, and how you see packs of teenage girls descend on the shops looking for something that's just like a friends, but completely different, preferably better. I don't get it, never have never will. I go shopping, yep that's good, looks fine, it fits, done. It never crosses my mind that someone else might be buying the exact same thing, cause if they did, it would just show that we both have great taste, and it would be hilarious. Guess I'm not built right or something LOL.
I may be a girl but I avoid pink. I don't have a problem with someone wearing pink, I just prefer not to put it on me. No clue why, I was never dressed in pink all the time while young. In fact my mother went out of her way to avoid it. Maybe it's just cause pink is for girls, and I'm a rebel. Give me a flannie and some track pants with ugg boots or slippers and I'm set. Hmmm wonder if that's why I'm single LOL. My thing, many years ago was shoes. I loved stilettos, still do, but can't wear them anymore, and boots. Still wear the boots, just not the knee highs or ones with really high heels. Working at home means I can wear slippers all day, and who the hell is going to tell me I can't LOL. But when I go out, it's boots, or joggers. If it's hot, thongs or these flat sandals I've got broken in nicely. Funny how I used to have so many different pairs of shoes, and yet now I've got about 5 LOL.
So if you see someone wearing the same thing as you, take the time to congratulate them on having such good taste. If it looks better on them, still congratulate them, but it's okay to be thinking you fucking bitch LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
The boy has been buying some new clothes lately, and it's really about time. After all he's bought a car, a motorbike and shitload of games and records, so yeh about time for clothes. So last weekend, he's there in one of his new jumpers and a mate comes over. The mate sees the new jumper and goes "I've got one just like that. Maybe you can take yours back." And folks he was serious. A 21 yr old male saying you can't wear the same clothes as me. Mind you he hasn't worn his jumper yet, just has it, and if the boy had of seen him in it he wouldn't of gotten his or maybe he would of gotten a different colour. Then again knowing the boy as I do, he probably still would of gotten it cause he likes it LOL. Not surprisingly the boy told his mate to fuck off he wasn't changing his jumper, it was just a fucking jumper for fucks sake LOL.
Started me thinking about fashion, and how you see packs of teenage girls descend on the shops looking for something that's just like a friends, but completely different, preferably better. I don't get it, never have never will. I go shopping, yep that's good, looks fine, it fits, done. It never crosses my mind that someone else might be buying the exact same thing, cause if they did, it would just show that we both have great taste, and it would be hilarious. Guess I'm not built right or something LOL.
I may be a girl but I avoid pink. I don't have a problem with someone wearing pink, I just prefer not to put it on me. No clue why, I was never dressed in pink all the time while young. In fact my mother went out of her way to avoid it. Maybe it's just cause pink is for girls, and I'm a rebel. Give me a flannie and some track pants with ugg boots or slippers and I'm set. Hmmm wonder if that's why I'm single LOL. My thing, many years ago was shoes. I loved stilettos, still do, but can't wear them anymore, and boots. Still wear the boots, just not the knee highs or ones with really high heels. Working at home means I can wear slippers all day, and who the hell is going to tell me I can't LOL. But when I go out, it's boots, or joggers. If it's hot, thongs or these flat sandals I've got broken in nicely. Funny how I used to have so many different pairs of shoes, and yet now I've got about 5 LOL.
So if you see someone wearing the same thing as you, take the time to congratulate them on having such good taste. If it looks better on them, still congratulate them, but it's okay to be thinking you fucking bitch LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Flashback
As those of you who are on my Facebook page would probably know I've been posting lines from songs, having some real cool flashback moments. These are all tunes I listen too, they aren't just me googling I actually have these songs. What led to the flashback of tunes, no idea LOL. But what's happened since has started a bigger flashback for me.
My son came home from work the other day telling me about this guy at work who has an old record player and do I have any vinyl. Naturally this led to a discussion about how dick features (ex husband) has all my old vinyl and a truly awesome collection. The boy wanted to find out where he was so he could get mine back for me, hah don't want anything to do with him and don't care where he is. I know he's not six feet under so still stumbling the earth somewhere but apart from that don't care. So long as he's not near me and mine I'm happy.
I went around to my Mums that night, knowing that my younger bro had some old records there. I took pretty much all of them LOL. Not sure if he's realised or not or even if he cares. There was some pretty cool ones, and the boy was impressed. So we listened to the sounds of crackle and imperfect music. But the big thing was how much I realised I missed it. Oh not the jumping every time you got to close or accidentally bumped the turntable, just the sound. The pleasure of dropping the needle onto the track you want to listen to, of turning the record over and just drifting with the music.
That all led to us stopping by and him buying some records. Good grief those bastards are expensive now. Some of my bros still have the price tags on them, one we found brand new for $50 he had paid $10 for way back when. I suppose back then that would of seemed alot but the jump in price is absolutely ridiculous. He picked up some Red Hot Chilli Peppers and we priced some Led Zep and Rolling Stones, not cheap but they are collections and it gave me the idea of something for his birthday and Xmas. He is planning on getting a collection together so is trolling ebay to see what he can get. And he has been pricing up the record players.
It's funny how we celebrated the release of CDs as they were so much cleaner and easier to use, but now I'm loving the tunes as they were without all the cleaning LOL. We couldn't get to close and dance, and they got scratched way to easily, but the memories that have come back to me are just amazing. Of course it was the 70s and 80s so I sometimes think geez I remember this, have no clue what I was doing but the tune was playing in the background LOL.
And who could forget the album covers. I always loved the Alice Cooper ones that where almost like a story. And when you opened up some, there where the words to every song. As you played the record you could sit and read, sigh. CDs just don't have that, a plastic case and slip of cardboard slid in, just doesn't cut it.
Catch yas
Cathy
My son came home from work the other day telling me about this guy at work who has an old record player and do I have any vinyl. Naturally this led to a discussion about how dick features (ex husband) has all my old vinyl and a truly awesome collection. The boy wanted to find out where he was so he could get mine back for me, hah don't want anything to do with him and don't care where he is. I know he's not six feet under so still stumbling the earth somewhere but apart from that don't care. So long as he's not near me and mine I'm happy.
I went around to my Mums that night, knowing that my younger bro had some old records there. I took pretty much all of them LOL. Not sure if he's realised or not or even if he cares. There was some pretty cool ones, and the boy was impressed. So we listened to the sounds of crackle and imperfect music. But the big thing was how much I realised I missed it. Oh not the jumping every time you got to close or accidentally bumped the turntable, just the sound. The pleasure of dropping the needle onto the track you want to listen to, of turning the record over and just drifting with the music.
That all led to us stopping by and him buying some records. Good grief those bastards are expensive now. Some of my bros still have the price tags on them, one we found brand new for $50 he had paid $10 for way back when. I suppose back then that would of seemed alot but the jump in price is absolutely ridiculous. He picked up some Red Hot Chilli Peppers and we priced some Led Zep and Rolling Stones, not cheap but they are collections and it gave me the idea of something for his birthday and Xmas. He is planning on getting a collection together so is trolling ebay to see what he can get. And he has been pricing up the record players.
It's funny how we celebrated the release of CDs as they were so much cleaner and easier to use, but now I'm loving the tunes as they were without all the cleaning LOL. We couldn't get to close and dance, and they got scratched way to easily, but the memories that have come back to me are just amazing. Of course it was the 70s and 80s so I sometimes think geez I remember this, have no clue what I was doing but the tune was playing in the background LOL.
And who could forget the album covers. I always loved the Alice Cooper ones that where almost like a story. And when you opened up some, there where the words to every song. As you played the record you could sit and read, sigh. CDs just don't have that, a plastic case and slip of cardboard slid in, just doesn't cut it.
Catch yas
Cathy
Friday, May 3, 2013
That time of year again
Mothers Day that is. You can always tell cause we get a million and one catalogues delivered all advertising pyjamas, slippers and chocolate for Mum, blah. How unimaginative is that. It seems though on every occasion there is always pjs for Mum, is this because they can't think what women could possibly want? I've seen ads for vacuum cleaners and irons that say give Mum what she wants. Sorry, buy it for me but don't give it to me for Mothers Day, Birthday or Christmas thanks.
That might seem ungrateful, but the last thing I'm wanting to think about on any of my special days, is cleaning or ironing. I don't want a bread maker, a new washing machine or dryer. Chocolate is okay provided I get to eat it, and not the giver (I'm not a huge chocolate fan so it tends to get eaten very slowly LOL). Flowers are lovely for Mothers Day in particular, or a good book, one I like not one you hope to borrow to read LOL.
When my kids were younger, they'd wash up for that night, and you know what that was just perfect. They always seemed better behaved too LOL. Now my daughters have children of their own, so Mothers Day is different, what I would like this year is to get together with them for a simple cuppa, let their hubbies take the kids for a few hours, and we 3 mothers have some quiet time together, no presents needed. From my son, I'd like flowers just like last year thanks LOL.
I love the idea of Mothers Day but not as a gift giving exercise. Forget the pjs and slippers, just spend some time with your Mum so she knows she is loved. The day should be spent doing nothing at all, no washing, no cleaning and if possible a sleep in. I know from experience how hard that can be with kids and babies, but that's why we have husbands and partners LOL.
So before you rush out and buy those pjs or slippers, think about your mother, and I mean really think about her. Remember all she has done for you, and continues to do, remember the love and if she has hinted about something she would like and you can swing it, then get it. Or take her out for a cuppa and chat. No matter what you give or do, so long as she gets to see you or hear your voice, she will be happy and feel loved.
Catch yas
Cathy
That might seem ungrateful, but the last thing I'm wanting to think about on any of my special days, is cleaning or ironing. I don't want a bread maker, a new washing machine or dryer. Chocolate is okay provided I get to eat it, and not the giver (I'm not a huge chocolate fan so it tends to get eaten very slowly LOL). Flowers are lovely for Mothers Day in particular, or a good book, one I like not one you hope to borrow to read LOL.
When my kids were younger, they'd wash up for that night, and you know what that was just perfect. They always seemed better behaved too LOL. Now my daughters have children of their own, so Mothers Day is different, what I would like this year is to get together with them for a simple cuppa, let their hubbies take the kids for a few hours, and we 3 mothers have some quiet time together, no presents needed. From my son, I'd like flowers just like last year thanks LOL.
I love the idea of Mothers Day but not as a gift giving exercise. Forget the pjs and slippers, just spend some time with your Mum so she knows she is loved. The day should be spent doing nothing at all, no washing, no cleaning and if possible a sleep in. I know from experience how hard that can be with kids and babies, but that's why we have husbands and partners LOL.
So before you rush out and buy those pjs or slippers, think about your mother, and I mean really think about her. Remember all she has done for you, and continues to do, remember the love and if she has hinted about something she would like and you can swing it, then get it. Or take her out for a cuppa and chat. No matter what you give or do, so long as she gets to see you or hear your voice, she will be happy and feel loved.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Equal Rights
Gay marriage, it's been in the news a lot lately, especially since New Zealand changed their laws. Personally I don't have and never have had a problem with Peter and Paul getting married, or Joan and Jane walking down the aisle. If this is what they want then who am I to block their way. Unfortunately not everyone has the same view. But isn't this the way of the world? Unequal rights has been going on for years.
We had Negroes with no rights, we had women with no rights and we've had children with no rights. There has been laws created that favour the rich or the one with the biggest guns. If all man is created equal in Gods eyes then everyone should have the same rights. Joe Blow down the road shouldn't be able to tell his neighbours Peter and Paul that they are less than him and therefore can't get married.
As you are probably all aware, I'm not religious at all, sure I was christened, but my kids weren't, does that make me better than them? Of course it doesn't, although I am better than them it has nothing to do with religion LOL. Our Prime Minister stated that she was letting parliament do a conscience vote. Huh, sorry put on your big girl panties and put a bill in front of parliament to vote on. If they are homophobic better the voters know it now before the next election, if they are against gays then what else are they against, women voting. I don't understand why it is such a hard decision to make. Any couple thinking about marriage have to be made aware that it won't be easy, they will fight, they will have to compromise, they will have problems, so why is it that a heterosexual couple can be made aware, but not a homosexual couple?
If they are willing to make the commitment to each other then let them. There should be no procrastination about it. How many heterosexual couples get divorced? Will the divorce rate suddenly jump with homosexuals getting married? If it does, so damn what. I'm divorced from my first husband (waste of air that he is), is that a crime? Absolutely not. I have gay friends who have been committed to each other for years, they should be allowed to legalise it, just like anyone else, and if they made a mistake, then they can do what the rest of us do and get a divorce. Just because they are gay does not mean that they will jump at divorce after 2 months, like a lot of heterosexual couples.
Times have changed, Negroes can get on the bus, woman can vote so let homosexuals marry, after all why should only heterosexuals put up with the crap that goes with it LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
We had Negroes with no rights, we had women with no rights and we've had children with no rights. There has been laws created that favour the rich or the one with the biggest guns. If all man is created equal in Gods eyes then everyone should have the same rights. Joe Blow down the road shouldn't be able to tell his neighbours Peter and Paul that they are less than him and therefore can't get married.
As you are probably all aware, I'm not religious at all, sure I was christened, but my kids weren't, does that make me better than them? Of course it doesn't, although I am better than them it has nothing to do with religion LOL. Our Prime Minister stated that she was letting parliament do a conscience vote. Huh, sorry put on your big girl panties and put a bill in front of parliament to vote on. If they are homophobic better the voters know it now before the next election, if they are against gays then what else are they against, women voting. I don't understand why it is such a hard decision to make. Any couple thinking about marriage have to be made aware that it won't be easy, they will fight, they will have to compromise, they will have problems, so why is it that a heterosexual couple can be made aware, but not a homosexual couple?
If they are willing to make the commitment to each other then let them. There should be no procrastination about it. How many heterosexual couples get divorced? Will the divorce rate suddenly jump with homosexuals getting married? If it does, so damn what. I'm divorced from my first husband (waste of air that he is), is that a crime? Absolutely not. I have gay friends who have been committed to each other for years, they should be allowed to legalise it, just like anyone else, and if they made a mistake, then they can do what the rest of us do and get a divorce. Just because they are gay does not mean that they will jump at divorce after 2 months, like a lot of heterosexual couples.
Times have changed, Negroes can get on the bus, woman can vote so let homosexuals marry, after all why should only heterosexuals put up with the crap that goes with it LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
The Joy of ................. Pets
And if you are as old as me, you might of thought that the rest of the title was going to read Sex not Pets, sorry to disappoint LOL.
So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing.
He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake.
After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened.
The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break.
Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor.
Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out.
So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
So the boy gets home from work yesterday, goes into the spare room to admire his new pet (Scar the fish) and check out the old pet (Reggie the snake). And yes I did say snake. I'm working and all I can here is no, no, no, Reggie, no. Naturally I tensed up no one likes to hear their child in distress, I say boy and child, but he is 21 LOL. Next thing he's out here, "Mum, Reggie isn't in his tank." eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, feet raised up from the floor as a shudder runs through me. It took 9 years for him to convince me to let him get a snake, and now it's missing.
He's running around like a chook with his head cut off, and I'm thinking, not my room, not my room. He asks me to help look, and I said as soon as I'm on a break I will, he's pissed off about that but I figure that's an hour for him to find Reggie without me having to help. Cause no way do I want to be searching the house for a stray snake.
After ripping apart the room and checking outside the house (yeh don't ask no idea why he'd think Reggie would just be sitting at the door waiting to come inside), still no sign of him. I realised the one good thing (if you can call it good) is that the snake cannot get outside, the gap under the doors is non existent and unless he grew hands with opposable thumbs while we weren't looking, they can't be opened.
The clock is ticking closer and closer to my break, my feet are starting to cramp, and my palms are getting all sweaty. I do not want to search for a snake, I want to sit down and relax during my short break.
Just before I go on break, I hear the boy shout, "There you are you bloody bastard." My heart started to beat again, and I let out a sigh of relief as I lowered my cramping feet to the floor.
Finally on my break I walked up to the spare room, only to see the fake foam rock decoration that was on the back of the tank, broken up and strewn all over the floor. The boy proceeded to rant, "Fucking bastard, fucking etc" pretty sure you get the picture. He'd spent the night previous sealing up all the gaps in the foam to stop Reggie from getting behind the wall, only for Reggie to find some tiny little gap and work his way into it. He was down the very bottom of the wall, almost like he'd fallen down and there was no way that we could imagine him being able to get back out.
So snake found, fake wall destroyed, Scar seemed to be almost laughing as he swam in his tank. Boy pissed off, me relieved. All is well once more LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Easy Peel!!!!!!!!!! HA!!!!!!!!!
So I'm opening up some bacon on the weekend, via the easy peel option. Who the hell thought up this brilliant marketing strategy, I'd like to give them a kick in the teeth. Supposed to peel nice and easily and then we just press it back down to reseal, HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
I stuck my finger nail under the flap, that was minuscule, flick flick, stuck another one under to try and split it. Still nothing. Grabbed a knife and slid it under, anything that is easy to peel should not require a knife to open, still no joy so grabbed the scissors and just cut the damn thing open. According to the directions, you just peel back and reseal, simple. Sounds like any fool could do it, well not me. I think I must get every faulty easy peel every time I buy something, cause they always end up getting opened with scissors and then shoved into a sealed container, cause it won't even reseal with staples. I'm pretty sure I can reseal it with a nail gun, but that might be a little bit extreme.
Same with the packaging that says 'Tear Here'. I try to tear there, nothing happens, it won't tear. Even if I cut across the line with scissors it still won't happen, so I have to cut under the line. I've spent a lot of time picking up stray cat food when I've gotten so frustrated with the damn thing I turn into the Hulk and just rip it. Of course then I have to pick it all up and put it in a sealed container cause the bag is now ripped to shreds and no way can it be reused.
Childproof caps, should say adult proof, they are stupid, can't get those damn things open either. When it's finally opened after much swearing, straining I finally grab a strange child of the street and they have it opened in 2 seconds then I empty my vitamins into a bottle that doesn't have a childproof cap on it, just so I can get it open without too much effort. I've got prescription drugs that come in foil, so that any 1 yr old could get at them, yet my vitamins are human proof. I'm lucky I don't have arthritis or rheumatism no way could I get them open then. Would have to resort to the chain saw.
Then there's the ring pull thingie on long life milk. You squeeze it to get a grip rip up the tab, and get sprayed with milk. I reckon that half the milk goes over me, the floor and the bench as soon as I open it. So I'm paying double for my milk. Makes me think of the juice boxes, your squeezing the box to hold it still while pushing the straw in and whoosh, it all sprays out the straw. I don't have many juice boxes these days, my kids are too old LOL. My mum did buy these plastic covers for them, they were fantastic, box slides into the hard plastic case so your squeezing that rather than the soft sides.
It seems to me that the simple things we all enjoy are just getting more and more complicated. So stock up on nail guns, duct tape, superglue, chainsaws and axes. Put them away in the kitchen instead of the shed, it will save you going out in the dark when you open some ham.
Catch yas
Cathy
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