The funny things they say.

singingway, that is quite a story. Your mother has so much imagination in her dementia. I might have stayed awake all night just in case the Mexicans did come to take her.

What a lovely memory to look back on when the Mexicans finally do come. :')

When I left in the evening, she said, "Now, I'll be gone by morning. don't you think that would be easier for you? If I left while you were away?" I said, "where are you going?" She said, "The Mexicans are taking me. It's all arranged. I've already paid them. Two nice young Mexicans. They've fixed up their car with my coffin on top of the car, it'll be really comfortable for me to ride up there." I said, "but you're not dead yet." She considered that thoughtfully, then said, "no...they're just giving me ride to the train." What train?" "The train that takes people, you know, away. Anyway, I can't delay them. They have to leave tonight." This went on awhile, then she said, "if you cancel my reservation, you -- PROMISE ME, that you will still pay them, because they were counting on that money, otherwise they can't afford to get home. I don't want them disappointed!" I had to solemnly promise to pay the Mexicans.

Luckily, each time, I checked on her in time to stop these: She was about to put Metrogel where Vagisil goes. (That would've been an ouch!) And she was about to spritz hair spray on her glasses, instead of the glasses cleaner. (That would've been a challenge to clean up.) To be fair, they are both clear liquids in pump bottles. And I stopped her from taking enough laxative to physic an elephant. (When I took her meds away, she had hidden that one!) That's why it's hard to EVER REALLY RELAX!

Sister and I went to see mom she did not know who we were and got upset, so we left the room. We were standing in hall crying when we heard her tell the nurse( Who are those people? They said they were my daughters! my girls are young and pretty , those are fat old women!) She knew us the next day

For her abscess, we had to go to the infectious disease clinic, which had a poster about VD on the wall. She started talking loudly about VD, saying to me, "do you have that? you'd better do something about it, those symptoms can be awful, it's really serious!" "No, I don't have that," I said. "You don't? then who does? I know somebody does.." and she started naming family members. For the first and only time, I was compelled to say, "Oh Hush Up!"

Mother said, "did you go to the crematory? Were there a lot of people?"
"No, why?"
"Because I was supposed to be there. I had an appointment!"
"Mom, you're not dead yet."
(considering that...) "Oh...Ok then."

Okay, a good one tonight. My mother goes crazy with spray cans. I have to keep cleaners away from her. Tonight a strong smell of orange permeated my room. I knew she had been spraying the new Scrubbing Bubbles. I went to investigate. "There was a roach," she said. I told her that what she sprayed was a foaming bathroom cleaner.

"Well, it's clean now."

I didn't ask what was clean. I had this vision of having a shiny clean, citrus-scented roach running around somewhere.

"Did you give me $300?". "No, you must have dreamed it". "Oh, that's good, because I can't find it".

lol, boni
watched a comedy act one time by bill maher. he was discussing lewinsky and clinton. he said hed met clinton and the man just smacked of power and charisma. maher said, " my god, another ten minutes and idda f****d him. lol

Mom and I were discussing my upcoming trip to Trump Plaza and I said something like, If I meet Donald I'm going to give him a haircut. Her reply (My straight laced, Irish catholic Mom)............Just don't give him a BLOW JOB! She meant Blow DRY!

Mom is having a little trouble finding her room at Assisted Living. I told her "Well if you go in the wrong room you might get lucky." which she thought was hilarious.

Like yesterday she said she'd pass soon and I said ok, when you do I'll come eat all the chocolates I've brought you. The stage she's at every little chuckle helps a bit.

tried to get aunt edna to breathe vics recently to break up phlegm.she said " well it cant kill me " to which i elbowed her shoulder and said " what if it does ? . " we both had a hearty laugh at how shes been cheating death for 89 years..