It's really difficult to do with Mimi. She's the one who told me my uncle was decapitated, but doing much better. I do think that they are right about assisted living though, because she is all by herself in the house and it's hard for a lot of us to get down to the lake, whereas in-town lots of people are around and lots of people go there for holidays and visits.

Mornin All. So. Much. Gronk.

mini-meara...

behave-ma to Robin's girly-bits. Don't make me come down there!

Down there! Hee! t Am twelve Fast-relief-ma, Robin.

And of course inside I am weeping with laughter.

Fay, I have a new, tremendous, respect for your self-control that you kept it inside (thereby not hurting any of the little munchkins' feelings). Well done! (And by all means, keep the stories coming. Adorable!)

...is there a cocktail out there called a Metaphor? If not, I may have to invent one. Because I think that the entertainment of mixing a metaphor would just never die. YSenseOfHumourMV

Except around here. You can pretty much guarantee that everyone snerked at that. I'm not even much of a drinker, and I'd love one for the value of the wordplay.

Ach, Bev, how hard! {{{You}}} Lots of cope-ma.

Cindy, glad the fever's come down a bit, hope he continues to improve. I'm a little concerned about your household's brewing Electra complex - but also really amused.

Aimee, good luck with Em.

Em. Seriously. Sleep is gooood. Ask anyone. We'll all tell you so.

Did I forget anyone? Hugs and ~ma, as desired/required.

Oh, Bev, honey. I'm sorry. I hope the rest of the day goes a little better. Hugs and loves from both me and Toto.

My migraine is back, which sucks ass so much. I had to cancel therapy, which I really kind of needed today, and now I'm going to have to cancel plans tonight and crawl back into bed. The day's only saving grace is tonight is tv night. If I'm up to it.

Mom's like your Mimi, Daisy, or has been. She's always been very idiosyncratic, and things that would ping outsiders as weird or strange behavior are really just how she moves through her days, and always have been. She's always had a so-so relationship with reality anyway, preferring her own version of national or international news, medical advice, bible teachings or child-rearing. So when gauging how far off the rails her trolley is running, you have to take her normal quirkiness into consideration.

Windi's gauge of her mom's oral hygiene regimen is a good example.

In the last two years, Mom has let go of most of her routines. We were mean and made her do her own cooking and cleaning up to the time it was apparent that she had forgotten various steps. Such as when she woke up hungry at 4AM and started frying bacon, then got sleepy and went back to bed with the stove still on.

We do almost everything for her now, but she still looks at the clock at 4PM and a lifetime of "supper ready at 6" prompts her to start a meal. Except she's forgotten a lot of the steps, or wanders away in the middle.

My job is to anticipate and forestall those abortive impulses, and so far it's working fairly well.

The alternative, a full-care facility, would make her so frantic and disoriented that as long as she's mobile and we can contain and control her, we and her doctors think she's better off at home.

{{Bev}} btdt - Let's see if I can get a giggle... Wanna know what caused the stick people to become extinct? click - - > [link]

...is there a cocktail out there called a Metaphor? If not, I may have to invent one. Because I think that the entertainment of mixing a metaphor would just never die.

how about true drinking Chocolate, Kahlua and a splash of Creme De Menthe?

Hee!

Okay, I'ma be giggling about that all day at random times. Thank you!

The alternative, a full-care facility, would make her so frantic and disoriented that as long as she's mobile and we can contain and control her, we and her doctors think she's better off at home.

Yeah. We did this grandma for a long time. But, eventually, it just became too much.

Wanna know what caused the stick people to become extinct? click - - > [link]

Heeeeeee.

Hey, was it one of you, again, who donated $150 to my marathon fund on January 25? For some reason, it only just posted to the site, and I don't recognize the name.

Okay, I shouldn't be giggling outloud at the stick figures at work, but I am.

{{Bev}} Multiply the hugs by a million, it wouldn't fit on the screen and people might get pissy with a thousand box interrupted post. You have the hardest of parental care situations that one can have. Venting is healthy, especially when you have a safe place to do it. Please don't ever stop coming here for hairpats, we'd feel cheated if we didn't get to give them out.