I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
if you look up " loser " online , wiki has a picture of my oldest sister ..
Katie, a hospice minister told me that well intentioned people can say stupid things. Hopefully, coming here can help.
those trees are gonna smash her house and who do you think shes gonna call ?
not me , i dont answer my phone ..
someone else said it . i can now replace taint quips with c*nt quips until my next brain fart comes along .
btw ,
australians and brits use that term much more than americans do . to agree with jim jeffries , " thats unfortunate " .
I can certainly understand the analagy of comparing 911 to missing a loved one to Alzheimer's. Many still see this disease as a normal course of old age. Cancer is a horrible disease as well, the pain not only for the patient, but the loved ones left behind is so just tragic.
I can hardly believe he has been gone 16 years already.
its still sad .
one time he was raving about a sk*nk on tv and i told him i wouldnt bone her with his d*ck . he assured me that he WOULD , with MINE ..
cuz was a freakin bipolar riot .
hard to follow but worth the effort ..
I've been so down that I thought of suicide but that story always stuck in my head.
I waited hours today for someone to show me around a house that I am to clean for a few days. This was suppose to take place on Saturday but didn't.
Then I went to pick up my medicine I called in at 9:30am. It was to be ready by 3pm and when I arrived at 3:30pm still wasn't ready. The cashier gave me one of those 'just a minute' signs with her finger (no, not that one). I waited a half hour for that prescription. Then I got home and checked to make sure it was the right medicine and they used that d*mn cap you have to struggle with to open the darn thing. I called the place and told them NOT to use the child proof safety caps on my prescriptions as I don't care to struggle with the cap everyday.
It was a sunny 77° today which I did not have a chance to enjoy.
it was bone chilling and deceptive here today .
i wussed out at noon and ran home like a little girl ( or boy ) . im a lot of messed up s*it , but not sexist ..
I'm already dealing with issues within my own family that I thought we'd *never* have to deal with - everyone but ONE person is ok with the way things are set up. That one wants to fuss over the fact that I *might* be entitled to anything because I was the one that dropped everything and moved in to take care of Mom. Go figure. It's not like there's a huge estate to inherit. All I'll get is a house that requires major repairs, which I'm already footing the bill for; receipts for bills I've paid on Mom's behalf (including her private room at the NH, which comes out of my pocket every single month); and a bill for funeral expenses, which I'll also have to pay, because I'm sure none of them will be in a position to help at that point either, just like they aren't now. Not like I'm rolling in dough here - but someone needed to make Mom a priority for once.
if i dont see my fla g kids this year my oldest son is going to be found in lake michigan with 80 lb concrete boots . ill write the concrete off on my taxes while denying any knowlege of it at the same time ..
"Mom, I've given up so much for you; can you let me have a little bit of "me" space here?" Would she be able to hear that?
Mom has had a horrible neighbor in the next room at the NH for the past couple of months - a man with a mouth that would probably make Cap blush with shame, and an abusive nature to match. He swears a blue streak at anyone who passes by his room, cusses out the staff every time they step foot in his room, and God forbid if one of the staff accidentally addresses him with an endearment like "sweetie" or "hon" ('hun' is more like it - as in Attila the...). He is former military and insisted they call him "sir" - then the next day when someone called him "sir", he yelled at them about that and told them not to call him that. This morning, he b*tched staff out because they asked if he wanted brown sugar on his oatmeal. Then because they asked if he wanted jelly on his toast. Then he intentionally knocked over his juice and milk and said, "There! Now clean that sh*t up!" to the staff person in the room. He complained that "Brad", the male CNA that works at night, wasn't there - and when told it wasn't his shift, he declared that he didn't care what shift he works, that he wants him there when he needs him.
He's going home in 3 days. All the staff are counting the days, and I'm sure Mom and all his other neighbors are too. Sure feel sorry for his wife, though. She'll probably end up in the NH just to get away from him. Kind of makes you appreciate the really nice ones you deal with!
Thought to myself, when the money is gone...so are the kids. That is what happened in my family. Sad really since my mother was a smart woman and knew why her kids didn't come to see her or call her, barely kept in touch at all. She acknowledged her kids are busy with their own lives and she told her psychiatrist that she understood and accepted the lack of time her kids have for her. Her psychiatrist commented she was more adjusted than most people in that type of situation and I should take a page out of her book. Things happened a few years before my Mom passed which made several of her kids start calling her (d**n it!) more often. It was my mother's turn to be busy with her life and she gave her kids the cold shoulder which they didn't like and blamed me. Most of the time she didn't want to talk to them and let the phone ring, not calling them back. I guess you could say in her later years she treated them the way they treated her earlier in life. I don't believe any of her children saw the correlation. It was difficult for me to watch and listen to my mother say things such as 'I don't really know them' or 'I don't know what to say to them'. These people were her kids and grandkids yet she didn't know them enough to want to speak to them. My mother could start a conversation with anyone, anywhere, anytime and most times did. To this day, I don't understand why her kids, my siblings, didn't stay in touch with her. I know it was the MONEY!!! Do you think they know that? Nope, they blame me. I have only spoken to one of my siblings in the past couple years, including at the funeral nine months ago.
I don't know about the rest of you but I'm already really dreading Mother's Day and the stores have all the cards and candies,etc. out and it hurts so bad to walk past it...like the first Father's Day with no Dad...I want to think up something special to do and take to the grave.Any ideas?
There's my big vent/whine....To all,take care.....