Welcome to those of you with a weird sense of humor. I enjoyed reading all the posts about Queen Mother and Father Time,so tho't we could start a club. Those who can't laugh need not join.
My advice: My daughter with alz enjoyed opening her Christmas presents and promptly put them all away out of sight.(not clothing gifts)

When she wasn't around I retrieved them and put them in a special drawer I keep for Christmas presents bought early.
Guess what she will get next Christmas??
I think you all could benefits from this advice!!
Take care, Marge

I am with you Marge! What should we call our little group?

Laughing to survive
Support for Wacky Caregivers
LOL-Laugh or Loonybin
National Association of Caregivers Over the Edge-NACOE
Laugh Lines
Giggle Group

These are just off the top of my head. I am sure someone can come up with more. Then we can do a poll and decide.

It would be nice to have a warning label on us, so unprepared readers won't stumble upon us and think we're BAD people.... I've been burned that way.

Well Ya know I am going to just have to be a charter member of this club..

Hey Vicki B. I sort of like the
National Association of Caregivers Over the Edge-NACOE

IRG: We will most defiantely have to attach a warning label... I wonder if the Suregon General has a standard warning label that we can adopt???? tee hee
Something like:
Warning!!!! Entering this Thread Could Be Hazardous to Your Mood.. It is advised that if you are Humor Challenged discontinue use..

Something to that effect anyway.. wouldn't want anything we say or laugh about to come back and bite us in the butt..

Marge: I think that is pretty smart of you.. Um wasn't there an episode of Sienfeld one time about RE-GIFTING???

After it taking me almost two weeks to finally get our Christmas tree up (got it done on the 23rd and even then it was pretty bare as far as decorations go).. My Mom asked me on the 27th if I had my tree down (the 27th is my birthday and even when I was a kid they used to try to seperate the two dates so the tree came down on the 26th, so as an Adult I continued to do the same)... She was shocked when I said NO!!! She asked me what was up with that.. I told her that I had just got it up and the way I look at it..
If I just leave it where it is I am a whole year ahead of the game and ready for next year.. . I might go ahead and send out Christmas cards and put Dec. 2007 on them.. Bet my SIL can't top me on getting my cards out early this year.. ha ha

So please help me figger out if I laugh or cry now: Took Mom to the neurologist. She was very concerned about impressing him and wanted lots of prep; I reviewed the date, and day of the week, and where we were going; no way she's have a shot at them without some prep, since she can't read the paper anymore. She "studied" hard for her neuro appt, and afterward was reviewing it with me to make sure she "did well".
Afterward, we went for a walk in the park, where Mom asked me, in a curious, conversational tone "I guess I could have asked him who was that man in my bed last night?"

Umm..... what?

"We had a stranger in the house last night, in my bed, I wonder if the doctor knew who he was", she responds, not horrified, just... musing, curious.
"No, Mom, it was just us in the house. But when I woke you up the quilt was all bunched up in a big wad next to you. I think that's what you were sharing your bed with".
"We didn't have a stranger in the house last night?" she asks, as if it's a normal occurrence, same as if my sisters stopped in.

She went on to ask if my son had a friend spend the night, could it have been him? Well, Mom, he does have friends overnight occasionally, but they're NOT going to share a bed with you.

It was a rather long conversation, and she never really believed me; and she wasn't once responding like one SHOULD upon realizing a strange man was in one's bed.
No way was I gonna tackle "Why would you think the neurologist knew the imaginary man who wasn't there in your bed?"
Now, when SOME people's moms wonder who they slept with last night, it's for a whole 'nother reason....but it woulda been nice to know this BEFORE I told the neurologist that things were about the same as the last appt, hmmmm?

Oh my goodness! So funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You all made my day!

Can we say....Helllllooooo, Mrs. Robinson!

Omigosh Christie I was thinking the same thing..

She didn't seem to be to scared or distraught.. maybe she enjoyed it.. giggle

This thread is right up my alley as I have a very odd sense of humor and some others sometimes think I am cynical.... Oh, well. so I enjoyed the post of mom wanting to know who was in her bed last nite. My dad and I have that same conversation alot. Either he asks who is in his bed or in our bed or he will ask for help covering someone up... When he gets going like that I tell my husband that dad is wacky bananas again!!! Gotta love it.

For All:

Here's some new ones from our side--Mom saw a picture hanging up in her bedroom the other day and came and told my sis it was "Eric's" Father! It was an old (about 20 years?) picture of her and DAD that has been hanging there FOREVER! (For new people--"Eric" is my preacher who mom thinks is going to marry her (he's 45 years her junior, married with children--it ain't gonna happen!)

Yesterday: Sis calls to tell me she's locked in the house--mom has taken the keys--mom may have gone out at some point in time because her jacket was over the back of the couch instead of being hung up! Anyway, sis has been searching and searching for these keys (which by the way, she sleeps with ((another long story)). I suggest she look in mom's purse sitting next to the door and to call me back if she still can't find them--we'd think of something....She calls me back after finding said keys in HER purse! SHE NEVER PUTS THE KEYS IN HER PURSE! Oh well, mom knows that's where keys normally go....

This morning, I go visit my sister as normal (mom has already left on the bus to the Generation Center for Respite Care). She's sitting there very quiet...I'm alarmed. What's wrong?? Mom has gone to the Center with no shirt on under her jacket! (She apparently took it off when trying to decide which one she wanted on, the sweater or the jacket) AND OH YEAH! Guess what was on the agenda today for the seniors to do?? It was SHOW AND TELL day! I kid you not!!

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please say she was at least wearing a bra!!!!! giggle.. She might get that BF if she goes there like that many times.. he he

Have you guys heard this joke?

Granny is in the livingroom. Granddaughter comes downstairs for her date wearing a sheer blouse. No bra.
Granny says "You can't go out like that!"
GD says, "Granny, you gotta' show your Rosebuds!"
Boyfriend says, "Whoa! Looking good!"

Date is over. They come in house. Granny is sitting in the LR, topless.
BF says, "Whoa!"
GD says, "Granny! What are you doing?"

Granny says, "I'm showing off my hanging baskets!"

ROFLMAO. Show & Tell.

I'm proud to know all of you -- your weird sense of humor is just what we all need
Vicki - the Nat'l Assoc. of Caregivers Over the Edge is a good name and I agree we need a warning.
My tho't for a club name to be added to the list before we vote is:
Weird and Caring Caregivers Organized Society
"WACCOS"

I am sure there are many more of you out there who can add to the list. Put what's left of your minds to this .... lol
Take care, Marge

Well, I'm in.
I've found my kindred spirits.

Oh, and IRG, are you gonna tell us who that was in bed with your mom??

Count me in too! WACCOS is good!

Show and tell is too funny!

Hanging baskets.... my sides hurt from laughing!

Oh yes, this is a good thread!

Just popped in to see how your thread was developing dear Marge - getting better by the day

I love the show and tell story!

Wish Eddie thought there was someone else in bed with him - maybe then he'd stop pawing at me! Instead he wakes up thinking our house is full of martians. Oh, well, maybe they'll keep him entertained.

rob

Wow!! I love it. I laughed so hard I cried. Great idea. I love show and tell and the Martians! I like WACCOS as well!

You are all great!

Several years ago we took Karen to a melodrama. We bought popcorn and coke and told Karen that we were supposed to boo the villain and throw popcorn at him. She wouldn't throw her popcorn, no matter what we said.
When it was over the cast lined up and we all shook hands with them and thanked them. However, Karen had saved her coke and threw it in the villain's face!!!
And that was before she had alzheimers!!@#$% LOL

Too funny!
Thanks for the yuks!
Eileen

Hi everyone! This is so refreshing to hear LO's stories! Of course, I have one too! My MOL goes to church w/ an old neighbor of hers. She is in ASL so this is especially nice for her. I lay her clothes out the nite b/f so it's easy for her. Well, evidently they stopped at McDonalds afterward for coffee and as she was getting out, Janell (the neighbor) asked MOL whats wrong. MOL said her pantyhose were falling down and they hurt. So they went in to the bathroom to see whats going on and here she had on 3 pairs of panyhose! The problem was one leg had one leg of one pair on! The other leg had one leg of one pair of hose on! And the same leg had one leg of another pair of hose on with two legs hanging between her real legs and the other one stuffed in her waist!! Talk about an eye opener for the neighbor! They just laughed so hard and Janell tied the two hanging together so she didn't trip. Janell told her she was certainly creative!!
What a time they had!! I thank God my MOL and I can laugh together! It gives one a sense of well-being. God Bless you All. Lucinda

Love you guys! Here's a winner-my mom (97, stage 6) was sitting at the dinner table with us, and turned to my husband. In a perfectly ordinary tone of voice, she asked," David, how is that young girl you have penned up?" He didn't miss a beat and replied, "Just fine, Gramma." She: "Good."

too funny y'all -- i love it. Speaking of panty hose I pulled my panties and slacks up and forgot to pull up the panty hose -- sure felt funny --- I don't have alz.!!(I don't think!!)
Take care, Marge

If we use WACCOS, we might not need the disclaimer included.. the title alone is pretty much a warning sign.. hee hee

Over the past 6 months I have found myself laughing at things and situations that I never would have thought would be funny.. don't know if it's sleep depravation or Gods way of allowing me to handle everyday tasks.

Sunday BF's Mom was in her room just mumbling away about something.. Went in to see what was going on.. she starrted crying about how the show she was watching had really gone down hill.. and was just awful..

I put the TV on that show and didn't think it was that bad.. after watching it with her a few minutes thinking it might be a bad episode or something... I asked her what she thought was so wrong with it and why she thought it had gone down hill..

She kept saying that Beaver looked really bad and wasn't acting himself.. Umm she was watching Simon and Simon.. NOT Leave it to Beaver.. No wonder she thought the beav looked bad.. ha ha

I think that for most of us, after you've scrubbed poop out of the carpet, assured your LO that the Germans aren't marching toward us, and the non-existent river isn't rising you either start banging your head on the wall or you become a WACCO! I'm proud to be a member - I'd much rather laugh than cry...

So I'm a guy and try to find shortcuts to cleaning where ever possible. This being said I love Oxy Clean. I put it just behind the invention of the wheel and fire. However my slave like devotion to this miraculous product bit me in the you know what. Mom still likes to try and do laundry and will use anything as detergent dish washing liquid, soda,OJ, etc. So the Oxy Clean laundry ball to me was heaven sent. I explained to Mom that she no longer needed to put any type of misc. liquid in the washer just put in what she wanted and push the button. Foolproof, I felt so smart. An hour later while watching my Dallas Cowboys lose I heard a thumping in the laundry room. It took me a minute to realize it was the dryer, where the cat usually sleeps. I bolted towards the laundry room in horror only to find Mom with the cat (talking to it) and the Oxy Clean laundry ball in the dryer. Nothing else just the Oxy clean ball and a dryer sheet. When I asked why she told me it was wet and wanted to dry it for use in the next load. C'est la Vie.

Ok Christoph, Isn't feeling smart and liking the Cowboys an "Oxy" Moron.. tee hee, BTW I watched that game too.. giggle SAINTS FAN ALL THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I too have found the Oxy ball a great new product .. ha ha .. always thought it worked well but ya know Mom might be on to something.. it might work better if dried and really soft.. at least it wont have static cling... Right?????????

Still wiping the tears from laughter.. This is great!!!!!

"Oxy" moron. LOL Touche'.

Joanie324,
Now you are starting to understand why nurses have "nursing humor". It's just what we do on a daily basis, too!
Like the ones who you thought were snuggled safely in their beds, the next thing you know, they're standing in the hall, with nothing on but a pinky ring, dragging their Foley bag and IV pole behind them, (if they're not OUT) and wanting to know which way the restaurant is ... Or the one that climbs out of bed, mooning us at the nurses' station, wanting to go to "the room over there" --- which was past the 3rd floor window.

Ok, here's my personal contribution: as you might have read before, my mom was recently in the hospital for a hip replacement. Pretty much loopy from the anesthesia, pain meds, different environment, etc. etc.

Well, early one morning before the change of shift (AKA changing of the guards with the nurses) she misunderstood what a (male) nurse said to her, & was highly incensed that he supposedly didn't do what he'd said he'd do. No amount of explanation on my part did a bit of good.

Ergo, a Very Bad Mood ensued. Change of shift occurs with new staff now on duty, causing even more confusion to her. Enter the poor physical therapist, trying to get an early beat on his day.

SHE thinks that he is the nurse that she's so p*ssed off about, and consequently she is scowling, rude, and refuses to do her PT. He leaves, hoping she'll change her mind later.

After he's out of the room, I ask her' "What's the matter Mom, why are you so mad at him?"

Answer: "I don't LIKE him. He's so [I]OBTUSE!"
Didn't know what day it was or who was who, but that vocabulary was still intact, LOL~~~

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Now you are starting to understand why nurses have "nursing humor". It's just what we do on a daily basis, too!

Di, where were you at when I was needing help with a crappy little problem (Got A Question thread) we were having with BF's Mom???? ha ha

Really got lots of sense of humor from that one!!!!!

Denise,
Would have to look back... don't remember it. I don't have the time to read all, or even most of the threads.
Anyway, sorry!

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Would have to look back... don't remember it. I don't have the time to read all, or even most of the threads.
Anyway, sorry!

Not a problem.. while we have it under control (so to speak).. it ended up being a pretty good sourse of comic relief..

That's all you have, sometimes!

WOW! This is the ultimate testament to survival of the AD caregiver. You are all heroes and I am honored to know you.

And i like WACCO!

Love this! I wanna join the club too!!
Christoph..what a crack up! Glad she was holding the cat...

Keep laughing...the best medicine of all!

Hugs to all..

CC..

Everyone's stories are sooo funny. Yesterday my hubby took the dog for a walk but forgot the dog. We have a few acres so I just watched to see what he would do. The dog started to bark as if to say Hey, wait for me. It was raining and he walked all around the house with umbrella in hand and when he started to go farther into the field I shouted out the door, Aren't you missing something? He said Oh, I was wondering why I was out here in the rain.

To all that have replied to this thread.

I think that without a doubt, Karen's Mom came up with the name of our new Caregiver Support Group W.A.C.C.O.s
Weird & Caring Caregivers Organized Society

Now we need to Vote for a President. I nominate Karen's Mom/Marge!

^^^^^Hee!!!
Mine from today. Mom and I both needed hair work so we went to one of the quickie hair places. I sign us in to wait our turn. A couple of young people are also waiting.

Mom is grunting. Young people glance but are polite and do not stare.

Mom pulls out her hankie and begins pushing fingers/hankie up nose. I look over and say in our language to blow, not dig. It's something I repeat often and didn't think much of it.

She keeps digging into her nostrils so I pull out a kleenex and place it over her nose and tell her to blow out. She opens her mouth into a very wide O and I'm wondering if she's about to yawn. No, as I held the kleenex for her to "blow" she was huffing as hard as he could through her wide open mouth.

All I could do was put my face into her shoulder and try to hide my giggles. Lucky she didn't get angry with me but seemed pleased that she did something funny.

thank you for your faith in the unknown Vicki. I think all of you WACCOs are magnificent. You are a good example of "When someone hands you a lemon, make lemonade"..I'm proud to know you.

Take care, Marge

P.S. As the parent of two Down Syndrome daughters I used to be politically active. We often appeared before the City Council to ask for various things and they started calling us "The Retarded Parents" and would say they would hear from the retarded parents now. I always wonder if they knew what they were implying. LOL LOL

Hi, Jennifer! **Waving**
Lived almost my whole life in Ocean County! Lakewood, Pt. Pleasant, Brick, Toms River... Over 35 years. What town are you in?

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P.S. As the parent of two Down Syndrome daughters I used to be politically active. We often appeared before the City Council to ask for various things and they started calling us "The Retarded Parents" and would say they would hear from the retarded parents now. I always wonder if they knew what they were implying. LOL LOL

Oh my goodness!!! Wait a minute that is what I used to call my parents when they grounded me (awww the teenage years!!!)

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Ok Christoph, Isn't feeling smart and liking the Cowboys an "Oxy" Moron.. tee hee

Hey Christoph, I owe you an apology.. Shouldn't have bashed you about the Cowboys, while you were in fear for the Cats life.. ha ha

I actually felt sorry for Romo for about 15 minutes.. I was only rooting against the Cowboys that day because I didn't want to see them get humiliated again by the Saints.. (umm yeah that is what I was thinking.. ha ha)
Oh and umm that football didn't look slick to me.. giggle

Anyway My deepest apologies and my best to your Mom and the Cat..

No problem Denise. I just figured if my Mom with AD and arthritis can hold on to a cat. A highly paid professional athelete should be able to do the same to an inanimate objest like oh say...........a football!!!

Were going back to the lawyers office today to redo dad's will. My older brother went over to my moms and videotaped her place with all her pills ,booze bottles and my fathers financial papers strewn all over. The house was a mess. Moms basiaclly good but has been throwing a 10 yr pity party for herself and it has to end somewhere. But a quick story--When my dad was in 1 of his goofy days i'll call em we were at his house to hang with him. I brought over my daughter and my fiance' came over after work. We were havin fun with dad just clowing around and the 3 of them doing a 100 piece puzzle which ended up being fixed by me since they were hammering in the last 2 pieces swearing it was a bad puzzle (it came put together so u know it works ) when everyone got hungry . So I said I'll take us up to the local 7:95 pasta night special. My dad just has to change his shirt. After 15 min he comes down with a shirt on all buttoned wrong and it looks weird . I go over and he's wearin a pajama top. He loves pajamas. I tell em to try again so another 10 min go's by and I'm yellin upstairs for him to shake it up.He comes down and is trying to put on his shirt that won't fit well so I investigate and tell him to take it off and show me. He's tryin to put his boxer shorts on his head. were all laughin -he's grinning like a little kid and I tell him to try again. My fiance' is begging to go and help him --I tell her to chill that he can do this. Another 15 min he comes down with a pajama top on that looks worse than the first I say it looks great lets go. My woman is again begging me to help him --he likes it and it aint bothering me so were outta here. Pasta place has a line out the door so now everyone is freakin. People are starring at us like we just stole some guy from the local mental ward. Ah but I see a Friendly's restaurant- thats our dinner. We get a table my dad looks so goofy with his glasses on crooked, hair all a mess, and wrinkled half buttoned pajamas I'm laughing the whole time with my daughter. Were leaving and everyone we pass is taking real long looks at our party of 4. Hell I was even looking at him .We had a great time and dads no worse for the wear. This guy is always so overdressed with 3 layers of clothes or he looks like he just woke up and went sleep shopping. My dad is Great. Chris

OK we are so dealing with a "new" phobia in our house.. It appears that BF's Mom toothbrush has developed a nasty disposition, so there for she WILL NOT use it to brush her teeth..

Being the quick thinker that I am (ha) I remembered that I had just bought some toothpaste with a toothbrush attached, so I ran in my bathroom grabbed the new toothbrush, brought it back to her.. got it ready for her..

Oh gee it must be the identical twin of the one she was using (different brand but same color), because it told her (her words not mine) that it make her sick if she used it..

Now I have heard all kinds of excuses when my daughter was younger and tried to get her to brush her teeth.. but this is the first for me..

I keep thinking this has got to be a plot for a "B" rated scarely movie.. Attack of the Killer ToothBrush..

Oh well I guess if a Tomato can do it so can a toothbrush.. ha ha

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Originally posted by Denise E:
Something like:
Warning!!!! Entering this Thread Could Be Hazardous to Your Mood.. It is advised that if you are Humor Challenged discontinue use..

Or

Warning! Excessive use of this thread will result in light-headedness, shortness of breath and stomache pain. DO NOT operate machinery while reading this thread

So, I was telling Mom how pretty she looked today. She really did look good. She had watched "The Producers" (which I enjoyed incredibly considering that I don't like musicals) earlier which really had lifted her spirits.

"Really?" she said with a smile, and then started talking about all the unpretty things she felt she had, one of which was her eyebrows, which she thinks are bushy. So she got her tweezers, and is now in the bathroom tweezing her eyebrows.

Something tells me this movie does NOT have a happy ending.

Karen has a spot on her head which she constantly picks at. The hair had fallen out at this spot, the surrounding hair is white, and the spot scabs over and is then scratched off. Ghastly looking. we tried prescription ointment, solarcaine, 5 or 6 different ointments, no luck.
We keeps wanting her hair cut so we went to the hairdresser and she refused to cut her hair because I guess she tho't she had gunga rot.

My eldest daughter mentioned this to her hair-dresser who said she would happy to cut Karen's hair. We went in and Karen kept telling her to cut it shorter and finally the lady couldn't grab any more hair between her fingers to cut, so I told her to go ahead and shave it!!

Karen was thrilled and smiled all the rest of the day!! She looks like the survivor of a concentration camp, but is very happy.

We DO get some funny looks but who cares, Karen is temporarily happy.