Ok, grandma was getting ready for her 'wedding' last night. She is upset with me for not getting rid of her cough before the wedding. hmm? I ask what wedding, she says "mine". hmm she says, "but, I'm worried about that other woman" i ask who, she says "you know, that red head"...implying a caregiver who lives with her. I ask why she is worried, she says "because she'll steal my groom". i ask "who is your groom" she says "Bob Day" (I've never heard of him). I say "oh, I don't think Viv is interested in Bob". She says "Why? Is he dead?" I had to laugh at that one. About an hour later she says, after a 10 minute trip to the bathroom, I should just be dead. I say "what about your wedding?" she looks at me like I'm crazy and says "are you STUPID? I'm 88, I'm not getting married" ha ha

So I ask my aunt, grandma's daughter in alabama, if she knew a Bob Day. She says Oh my goodness!! Bob Day was Grandma's very 1st boyfriend and she once found a picture of him and asked who he was and was told it was the love of her life. Grandma was married 5 times and can't tell you ANY of their names....ha ha ha
My husband says "now, there's some regret talking!"

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Grandma was married 5 times and can't tell you ANY of their names....ha ha ha

My Grandmother was also married 5 times. Two of them were Bill. (The Hussy!) After the last "Bill" she just lived with them. Yep, 3 more "Bills" and a Marty.

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Originally posted by Gar'sCaregiver:
Ok, grandma was getting ready for her 'wedding' last night. She is upset with me for not getting rid of her cough before the wedding. hmm? I ask what wedding, she says "mine". hmm she says, "but, I'm worried about that other woman" i ask who, she says "you know, that red head"...implying a caregiver who lives with her. I ask why she is worried, she says "because she'll steal my groom". i ask "who is your groom" she says "Bob Day" (I've never heard of him). I say "oh, I don't think Viv is interested in Bob". She says "Why? Is he dead?" I had to laugh at that one. About an hour later she says, after a 10 minute trip to the bathroom, I should just be dead. I say "what about your wedding?" she looks at me like I'm crazy and says "are you STUPID? I'm 88, I'm not getting married" ha ha

So I ask my aunt, grandma's daughter in alabama, if she knew a Bob Day. She says Oh my goodness!! Bob Day was Grandma's very 1st boyfriend and she once found a picture of him and asked who he was and was told it was the love of her life. Grandma was married 5 times and can't tell you ANY of their names....ha ha ha
My husband says "now, there's some regret talking!"

That was to funny.. it also reminded me of a time when BF's Mom woke up in the middle of the night frantic about going out and getting her shoes..

When I went in to calm her down and see what the emergency was she kept saying she needed to go out and get her shoes for the wedding.. since it was 3:00 in the morning I didn't want to get into a long drawn out discussion about shoes, so i told her we would take care of it once the store opened. And went back to bed..

After getting her up the next morning at her normal time and getting her ready to start the day (no mention of shoes).. I figured she had forgot about them..

About midday she started saying you have to help me, you have to help me.. I go in her room where she is watching TV and asked what she needed.. she said you have to get the wedding party in here now the wedding is about to start and I can't find the wedding party.. So I asked what wedding party.. she goes in to detail how she has planned a wedding for Trixy and Chester.. and the groom hasn't shown up yet..

Trying to calm her down I tell her that maybe he just got stuck in traffic and I am sure he will be here soon... She said I am afraid that he wont.. I said well if he loves Trixy he will be here.. she looked up at me very serious and said.. no I am afraid he ran off with that Trollip (her exact word).. I asked what Trollip.. she said Viola..

Viola was her (BF's Mom ) sister.. and later I found out that Chester was Viola's 2nd husband..
No one is really sure who Trixy was though..

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Originally posted by Vicki B:

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Grandma was married 5 times and can't tell you ANY of their names....ha ha ha

My Grandmother was also married 5 times. Two of them were Bill. (The Hussy!) After the last "Bill" she just lived with them. Yep, 3 more "Bills" and a Marty.

My Great Grandma was married 8 times, all of which she out lived.. hmmmm makes one wonder.. ha ha there was a couple of Bills in the lot too.. ha ha

Thanks guys for your stories!
This is what I've missed...the belly laughs!!

Hugs,
Rsin

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Originally posted by Rain:
Thanks guys for your stories!
This is what I've missed...the belly laughs!!

Hugs,
Rsin

Come to My house Rain it's a laugh a minute.. ha ha well when I am noyt pulling my hair out that is..

I definately wanna be in your club!!!! You guys have all the fun. Boy oh boy did we have some laughs with some of the stuff Dad did.

You gotta be able to vent with people who understand. And you really, really need to find the humour.......Christy

Hi Fellow WACCOS -- Keep 'em coming.

You have some great stories, but since I've only been married once, I can't help but think of all the fun Denise's great grandma had -- EIGHT husbands - Wow!! and that had to be when divorces were unheard of. I am certainly impressed. LOL LOL

Today was a pretty good day, Denise I cant help wonder if my grandma and your BF mom are in cahoots together. She doesn't sleep much, and was so concerned about "the wedding".
I sometimes wonder why it seems like no one in my family has my WACCO sense of humor. Tonight my brother came over to pick up his 2 kids I was watching while watching grandma and she didn't have the foggiest idea about who he was. (he hasn't been by to visit in a couple months, the 2 mile drive seems to be a little far) I had to introduce him as my brother and she said, boy he's gotten FAT!! My brother left kinda upset to see how she has declined. Here I was laughing and telling him all the hilarious things she says and does and he's not laughing, he's parctically running to get in his car. Have I lost it?

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Originally posted by Denise E:

My Great Grandma was married 8 times, all of which she out lived.. hmmmm makes one wonder.. ha ha there was a couple of Bills in the lot too.. ha ha

Finally, an answer to King Henry VIII!! Though even HE had "only" 6 wives.

Gar's Caregiver -- your brother's attitude reminds me of when my two Down Syndrome daughters were out with me. They were still very young ( 5 & 6) and someone said to me "how come you have TWO??? I said "Just lucky I guess"
They gave me a look of disgust and walked away.
LOL LOL

Oh Guys,
I wanna Join also. This is just what I needed. Someplace to go and get a good laugh. If we can't laugh all that is left is crying. I had druther laugh. Thanks for all the laughs I got today.I loved some of them and even read them to the family.
THANKS
Retta

Thanks for the stories, it helps to laugh at it all.

According to my Dad - Do you know what the 'Greatest' invention of all time is ? . . . the blue jean of course.

BTW - last week it was stainless steel.

Can't wait to find out what next week's greatest is.

I'll keep you all posted.

Eileen

Okay you are definitely my group... here is my excerpt today for thursday & friday .... I was bit overwhelmed moving my father and dealing with doctors, insurance & facility people as my dad was my shadow and constantly talking.....

Thank you all for writing. Sorry I wasn't able to read you're wonderful responses.

Since I wrote this, my dad's doctor's assistant "lost the paperwork for my dad's prescription (oh and they couldn't access his file) for his new facility. The doctor was gone and could not help me until Tuesday. Nice eh? So I had to call the new facility to fax a prescription order to his doctors office.

Then call the old facility to fax his current meds prescribed by his doctor and then two way called to make sure that both faxes reached the doctor's office so that the doctors office could fill out the form and get it faxed back to his new facility so they had auth. to give him his meds.

The next day I went to my father's old facility and picked up his meds aspirin, vitamins, and razadyne (antother option to aricept)and drove to his new facility 40 minutes away only to realize that his razadyne wasn't there.

I called his old facility and they said they were sending his razadyne back to the pharmacist. I asked why because I had already paid for them and he needed them.

Their director told me that I would get a credit on his pharmacy bill and couldn't the new facility order them? WHAT? THE SAME DAY FOR AN EVENING DOSEAGE AND NO ORIGINAL SCRIPT? WHAT KIND OF DRUGS WAS SHE ON?

Finally the director decided to put his razadyne in plastic baggies for me to pick up. I was incredulous. This was all on moving day Friday...

It only goes down hill from there... All this time from 7:30 am onward, I am packing and moving. I also had a Psychiatrist appointment 1:30pm that day because I was at the brink of sanity and it was the earliest appointment I could get.

So in between moving my dad in, my insurance kept giving me a hard time getting about getting my authorization for my appt. that should have been finished the week before.

Finally I called back my insurance for the THIRD time while unpacking my dad, when they asked if I was going to hurt someone, I yelled YES!!!!.

Boy, I got GREAT service after that. NO PROBLEMO!!! I was approved to see the psychiatrist and another full eleven appts after that. Needless to say I got in to see the Psych..

I'm sure my initial diagnosis when I got there was suicidal, because no one would discuss my copay until AFTER my session.

My diagnosis was was severe depression brought on by caregiver burn out. I got a prescription for valium because they felt I needed to chill out a bit - oh and they set up a few apointments for me to follow up too.

Ladies and gentlemen, it was the best laugh I have had in a year.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey guys,
These are great. I got a link for you all to check out. It has nothing to do but with laughter. But if you need one this is it. I thought I would wet my pants laughting at it. Here is the link. Hope you enjoy it.
Loretta

http://www.glumbert.com/media/laugh

This one will tickle the nurses in our group:

My friend is a nurse and usually works in the cardiac ward. She was trying to put a catheter in a 92 year old woman with AD. She got right up in there, all sterile, ready to insert when the woman farted. Not silent, but just as deadly. Well, my friend got past it, took a deep breath and was ready to try again when the woman piped up, "You know, that wouldn't have happened if you would just quit patting my puddy!" Needless to say it took my friend a few minutes to gather her composure and try again.

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Originally posted by Retta:
Hey guys,
These are great. I got a link for you all to check out. It has nothing to do but with laughter. But if you need one this is it. I thought I would wet my pants laughting at it. Here is the link. Hope you enjoy it.
Loretta

That was hysterical!!!! Thanks.
http://www.glumbert.com/media/laugh

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Joanie324:
This one will tickle the nurses in our group:
LOLOL--- They can come out with winners, for sure.

Once, I was checking on a little old man in the hospital with AD. He had barely spoken the entire shift. Politely explaining to him that I needed to see if he was still dry, I put my gloved hand down the front of his diaper.

He grinned at me, and laughed, saying, "Heh heh, did he bitecha??"

My personal addition for the day:

Mom is getting better physically, after her surgery. Mentally improving somewhat also, due to the Aricept, I think. Just enough to feel that she does NOT need anyone to stay with her anymore while I go to work, especially the
aide. (Nevermind that she also happens to be a long-time friend of mine, and very sweet.)

Particularly p*ssed off about her upcoming visit the following morning, I guess, she said to me the other evening:

"So, I guess SURVEILLANCE is coming over at 10 tomorrow?" !!

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Originally posted by Joanie324:
This one will tickle the nurses in our group:

My friend is a nurse and usually works in the cardiac ward. She was trying to put a catheter in a 92 year old woman with AD. She got right up in there, all sterile, ready to insert when the woman farted. Not silent, but just as deadly. Well, my friend got past it, took a deep breath and was ready to try again when the woman piped up, "You know, that wouldn't have happened if you would just quit patting my puddy!" Needless to say it took my friend a few minutes to gather her composure and try again.

OMG.. I am not a nurse and I got a laugh out of that one..

Hi Fellow WACCOs,

Well it seems that we now have a new staff member in this house.. Gawd I wish I had all the help around here that BF's Mom imagines.. I would never have to lift a finger again!!!!!

She not so politely informed me yesterday (she was in a MOOD!) that I can tell the man that is on guard duty that he could leave. I asked her what man (BF has been out of town since Monday morning and the last time she saw him was Sunday evening).. said the one that is standing in the door and making sure she drinks water...
Wonder where he is hiding coz I could sure use him to take over the bath and tooth brush issue as well..

I was so bad this week.... When the Granddaughter said that most doctors are out for the money the diagnoses of AD brings... she said how do you know for sure Grams has AD? I had to be a smart alec and reply... The only way to know for sure is an Autopsy and it is sure too early for that isn't it!

I cracked myself up... I have been taking care of her for almost a year... sure the doctor is lying.... right! Now question.... and why did she put oatmeal in her underwear???

Oh my goodness!! I am bursting at the seams. I needed the laughs.

I took Ginny for a perm yesterday, because she usually looks like a troll doll with her hair standing straight up. While there, she asked the hairdresser if she was going to use peppermint to clean her teeth. She thought she was in the dentist's chair. This was after the gal already wet then rolled her hair. Precious moments like these are great!!

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and why did she put oatmeal in her underwear???

OK So Much for my favorite breakfast food!!!!!!!

No need for YoYo diet around here.. just read all the food issues everyone has.. and instant diet..

Don't even get me started on the issues I now have with chocolate pudding.. ha ha

Oh and Samantha, I think you just hit on a way for me to get BF's Mom to the dentist.. I will tell her she is getting a perm.. now open wide and say awwwwwwwwww

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Originally posted by Vicki B:
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.

Laughers Anonymous?

Count me in whatever the name:-)

Hello fellow WACCOs!
You have made me LOL! My hub and I both have profoundly weird senses of humor - thankfully. My mom (74) is beginning to manifest many symptoms and, since she lives with us, we experience them daily. I am beginning to learn how to find the humor - my mother was an artist who used traditional media (oils, pastels, pencils). Now she "fingerpaints" with poo! Thank goodness for Clorox wipes!

I totally understand the need to find humor. Why do you think I go by NUTTYCHRIS?? When I first married my husband, my MIL HATED me...with a passion. As the AD began to manifest, the hatred became an obsession. As the AD Progressed...her memory faded...and blessedly she can't remember how much she hated me. I thank GOD for her AD!

When her undiagnosed symptoms drove me to divorce court, I remember moving out and shaking my fist at the ceiling announcing to God that I would never take any more of this woman's cr@p! Ok, fast forward 5 years. She's in the bathroom with impacted bowels having issues trying to pass them. God,in his sense of humor, brought those words back to me when I was playing tug-o-turd with her. Never take anymore cr@p eh??? hehehe....right!

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I was playing tug-o-turd with her.

Chris I can not pass this up. What are the rules? How do you win or Loose? Is this a team sport? What are the uniforms? Do you play the end receiver or point guard?

Havent been on this site for awhile. This is so great. I thought that only our family was a little wacko with our humor. My dad was diagnosed about 4 years ago. Last week he was using his electric razor to shave his pants. Mom told him that he was going to tear it up if he didnt stop. He got a little angry and hid the razor. She said she couldnt find it anywhere. As she was getting him ready for bed she kept hearing this noise. He had put the razor in his pants. Luckily the razor was pointed up instead of down. My dad also keeps asking for his brother who passed away several years ago. I just keep telling him that Uncle Marshall is not well enough to travel and he says well when he gets here we are going to Mexico!! Gotta laugh!!

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Originally posted by Toni:
Havent been on this site for awhile. This is so great. I thought that only our family was a little wacko with our humor. My dad was diagnosed about 4 years ago. Last week he was using his electric razor to shave his pants. Mom told him that he was going to tear it up if he didnt stop. He got a little angry and hid the razor. She said she couldnt find it anywhere. As she was getting him ready for bed she kept hearing this noise. He had put the razor in his pants. Luckily the razor was pointed up instead of down. My dad also keeps asking for his brother who passed away several years ago. I just keep telling him that Uncle Marshall is not well enough to travel and he says well when he gets here we are going to Mexico!! Gotta laugh!!

OMG Toni... I am laughing so hard at this I can't breath...
Oh and Welcome BACK!!!!!!!! Nothing like making a GRAND re-entrance!!!!!

I bet when your Mom said he could "tear it up" she had no idea how close he actually came to tearing IT up.... OMG I am still laughing..

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Originally posted by Vicki B:

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I was playing tug-o-turd with her.

Chris I can not pass this up. What are the rules? How do you win or Loose? Is this a team sport? What are the uniforms? Do you play the end receiver or point guard?

Tight End???????

Uniforms include gloves and goggle-mask, I think. At least, that's what I wear when I play it at work

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Originally posted by sorarail:
Hello fellow WACCOs!
You have made me LOL! My hub and I both have profoundly weird senses of humor - thankfully. My mom (74) is beginning to manifest many symptoms and, since she lives with us, we experience them daily. I am beginning to learn how to find the humor - my mother was an artist who used traditional media (oils, pastels, pencils). Now she "fingerpaints" with poo! Thank goodness for Clorox wipes!

BF's Mom wasn't an artist, but sure has done a wonderful job of perfecting the skill since ALZ.. I have often wondered how I can transfer her many art works...
Poo on the walls..
spaghetti on the table..
Chocolate pudding on the new while blouse..
(just to name a few)
to a canvas and sell them, heck it might make enough $$$ to buy more pudding!!!!!!!!

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Originally posted by Denise E:

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Originally posted by Toni:
Havent been on this site for awhile. This is so great. I thought that only our family was a little wacko with our humor. My dad was diagnosed about 4 years ago. Last week he was using his electric razor to shave his pants. Mom told him that he was going to tear it up if he didnt stop. He got a little angry and hid the razor. She said she couldnt find it anywhere. As she was getting him ready for bed she kept hearing this noise. He had put the razor in his pants. Luckily the razor was pointed up instead of down. My dad also keeps asking for his brother who passed away several years ago. I just keep telling him that Uncle Marshall is not well enough to travel and he says well when he gets here we are going to Mexico!! Gotta laugh!!

OMG Toni... I am laughing so hard at this I can't breath...
Oh and Welcome BACK!!!!!!!! Nothing like making a GRAND re-entrance!!!!!

I bet when your Mom said he could "tear it up" she had no idea how close he actually came to tearing IT up.... OMG I am still laughing..

When I told my daughter about this little episode she said, "Mom, that is too much information for me but what if he enjoyed that razor?"

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Originally posted by Toni:
When I told my daughter about this little episode she said, "Mom, that is too much information for me but what if he enjoyed that razor?"

Well I thought the same thing, but reframed to even attempt to go down that blind alley.. ha ha

This is totally off the subject.. But what part of ARKANSAS are you in? I am orginally an ARK born and raised girl.. Most of my family lives there as well (My parents, one brother and my daughter)..

Live in Maumelle-been here about 19 years. Where does your family live? We love it here.

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Originally posted by Toni:
Live in Maumelle-been here about 19 years. Where does your family live? We love it here.

Toni, I have lived all over ARK it seems like.. I was born in Heber Springs, lived in the Quitman area until I was almost 9. Moved to Mayflower and lived there until I was 16, then we lived in Conway (that is where I graduated from in 1980). My parents lived there until a few years ago at which time they moved to the Fayetteville area. My Youngest Brother and his family live within Walking distance of each other. My daughter moved up to the Fayetteville area last Aug. So I have family spead out all over the state of ARK.. ha ha I have been to Maumelle on may occasions.. even before it was called Maumelle. I haven't been back in that area in several years, but it is a lovely place..

Ok, not the greatest, but the latest. My grandma is obsessed with dying. She asks me constantly if she is dead or if she is dying. I always say no, she always asks why not. So last night she asks if this is still her house, I say yes, she says, am I dead? I say no, not yet. She asks will all this(pointing to her body) just stop working? I say yes, I guess so. she says when I die will all this be taken care of? (I assume she means the house) so I say yes, you'll have nothing to worry about. She asks will someone come get me? I say yes, she asks will they bury me in the ground, I say yes. She says who will mourn me? I say...ummm, your family will all be there, she asks if she will be able to watch because she wants to see who shows up to mourn her. Then she says, I guess I've outlived everyone? i say, yes, most of your friends are gone. She then says Is that what you are wearing to the wedding? I have to hold my laughter in this entire time, but at this point I can't hold it in, and say No, ha ha ha, I will change before we go. She says Ok, good. I believe we'll have our own version of 4 weddings and a funeral before this is all over.

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she says, am I dead? I say no, not yet.

For some reason, when I read this line, all I could think of was Monty Python and the Holy Grail and I heard in my head "I'm not dead yet...I think I'm getting better...."
Thank you for bringing a smile to my face!

I think I posted this before on a thread.. but one day while BF's Mom was eating (and I was making busy work in the kitchen (she hates it when we sit and watch her take every bite.. says I am to bossy).. she looked at me and said,
How was the funeral? Now knowing I hadn't been to a funeral in some time I asked what funeral?
She said Mine.. Was there a lot of people there???? Normally I can keep from laughing while having outragous exchanges.. but I couldn't this time..
I said if I was at your funeral right now you wouldn't be able to ask me about it.. she really? I said yes really your not dead yet, but when I am going to your funeral you will be the first one I tell.. She said o.k. and finished her meal without any more problems!!!!!

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Originally posted by Denise E:

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Originally posted by Toni:
Live in Maumelle-been here about 19 years. Where does your family live? We love it here.

Toni, I have lived all over ARK it seems like.. I was born in Heber Springs, lived in the Quitman area until I was almost 9. Moved to Mayflower and lived there until I was 16, then we lived in Conway (that is where I graduated from in 1980). My parents lived there until a few years ago at which time they moved to the Fayetteville area. My Youngest Brother and his family live within Walking distance of each other. My daughter moved up to the Fayetteville area last Aug. So I have family spead out all over the state of ARK.. ha ha I have been to Maumelle on may occasions.. even before it was called Maumelle. I haven't been back in that area in several years, but it is a lovely place..

Denise, my daughter went to school at U of A and is now living up there too. I am originally from MO-moved here in 1986. We have one son and daughter in law in Memphis and middle son lives in Maumelle also. We moved Mom and daddy here from Blytheville not too long after he was diagnosed so we could help more.

My brother that lives in the Fayetteville Area is a Fire Captian and SIL is a nurse. My daughter works at a local hotel there. Parents' well they are retired and always up to something!!!

I moved from Conway in 1980 and went to So. Cal.. went to college at UCLA and lived there for almost 8 years. At which time I moved back to ARK for a short time. I am very familuar with memphis since I only live about 1 mile from the state line.. ha ha

At last, my long lost soul mates. I've not posted here before so I'm not sure how this works, but I can't tell you how happy I am to find others like myself. Since my mother's Alzheimers has progressed and she's moved into my home, I've learned that the usual choice of the day is either to laugh or to cry. Laughing may seem insane, but it keeps me sane.
My favorite mom story to date is from Christmas. All the holiday fan fare is at our house, and everything went well Christmas Eve (if you don't count mom not knowing her own son and not remembering it was Christmas!) After all the guests had left and the kids were in bed, I snuck down to the storage closet (which is in a hallway near Moms suite) to get all the gifts out for Christmas morning. I opened the door...and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but ALL of the gifts unwrapped and opened! For once I ignored my own advice, sat on the floor and cried. It seems Mom wanted to remember what each one was so she opened them all! I re wrapped all night...tossed some things into gift bags and was ready a good 40 minutes before the kids got up. My youngest, (oh the foolishness of youth) commented that the gifts weren't wrapped as pretty as he remembered from Christmas's in the past....and yes, he is still alive. I figured it would be funny by February or so, but by the end of Christmas day it had already become just another piece of our difunctional family holiday lore!
I've enjoyed all of your posts and feel I've finally "come home"......thanks for the laughs....keep the craziness coming!

Colleen

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At last, my long lost soul mates. I've not posted here before so I'm not sure how this works, but I can't tell you how happy I am to find others

Colleen.. Oh my dear you are most definately amoung other dysfunctional family members!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some days I have to just shake my head and walk away.. until i can figure out if I want to cry or laugh.. usually I end up laughing.. I don't know if it is because I have finally reached the brink of sanity (hanging on by a thread) or if I missed my calling and should have gone into comic relief.. I am thinking it's more than likely the first.. Oh well at least I will be happy when I go over the edge.. ha ha

Welcome to WACCOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, the Christmas story above leads me to this... not at all Alz related.

After Dad died, we decided the first Christmas we'd do something completely different. The whole extended family rented a houseboat.

I am not the most organized person you will find. I pack haphazardly when responsible for so much... I mean, I had to bring the kitchen stuff in addition to my things and my son's... and Christmas presents... and DVD's to watch all together... board games.... lots of "oh, I need this!" and throwing things into plastic grocery bags.

So son and I leave before daughter and husband; we're on the road three hours and I realize I left some Christmas presents and maybe other stuff, and I call home and catch hubby and he grabs the bags and hits the road and joins us on the river.

And he puts the bags under the little LED strobe tree we brought.

And Christmas morning the extended family gathers to open gifts, and my 9 year old son opens his "stocking" - a big ol' gift bag cuz we gots noplace to hang a stocking in the boat - and brings out and opens a pink plastic square box and removes

my diaphragm

and holds it up for all to see with a deeply puzzled "What do I do with THIS?"

and I can tell you now with some authority that one can not actually DIE from embarrassment.

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Originally posted by Incurable romantic's girl:
>>And Christmas morning the extended family gathers to open gifts, and my 9 year old son opens his "stocking" - a big ol' gift bag cuz we gots noplace to hang a stocking in the boat - and brings out and opens a pink plastic square box and removes

my diaphragm

and holds it up for all to see with a deeply puzzled "What do I do with THIS?"

and I can tell you now with some authority that one can not actually DIE from embarrassment.

OH-MYYY-GAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDD----
What a story of stories---
LOLROFLMAO---
P.S. Admitting that you are not, um, very organized- (like me) -- just makes it all that much better!!

my son still does not want to talk about this.

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Originally posted by Incurable romantic's girl:
my son still does not want to talk about this.

Well, can you blame him?? He's only 47.
LOLOL~~~~~(ducking)

Incurable Romantic? I think that one tops my son having "grandma" come to topless, asking him how the he** she's supposed to put on a bra! Will we ever be able to afford the therapy we owe them? LOLOL
Colleen