Rilchiam, You should’ve held on to those Kleenex boxes. I predict they will be more valuable than Beenie Babies.
leechbabe, As soon as it fits into your lifestyle, take the old TV and tip it into a empty dumpster. The explosion is really cool.
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*Originally posted by Rilchiam *
**On the phone today with mom, I said or asked something about Dubya. Don’t remember what; not important anyway. What is important is that she said, “I dunno; every time I see him on TV, I change the channel.”
“You mean, just today?”
“No, not today; I’m not even watching TV today. I mean, any time I see him on TV, since he quote took office unquote, I change the channel.”
I can sympathise with your mum on this - maybe I’m a nutter too?? When Rev. Ian Paisley or any member of his party comes on TV I change the channel too. I can’t stand his pseudo-religious bigoted crap - which is all he ever comes out with. Northern Ireland politicians aren’t up to much, but he’s the absolute pits!!
My mother was getting a head CT for Alzheimer’s testing, during which they asked her a series of questions to see where her brain was firing. First question was “Who is the president right now?” My mother’s responce?
“Must I think of unpleasent things when I’m already uncomfortable with all this machinery hooked up to me?” They said she did, and she begrudgingly admitted it was Dubya. But she called them a humorless group, nonetheless.
Her other nutty thing is leaving me the MOST bizaare answering machine messages. I’ve taken to saving them and playing them for my friends. First of all, my mother is from Atlantic City and has a fairly pronounced New Jersey accent. Secondly, the following is in regards to a DVD in which the audio was all screwed up, and I had to talk them through fixing it over the phone. This message was left the next day:
“Heeeeellllo, Swiddles? Are you there? Are you screening calls? It’s your MOOOOTHER! Howareya? Um, I just caaaallled to tell you that the voices on the TV did eventually work last night, but that’s just what your father said. I don’t know. I fell asleep. But the part of the movie that I did see was very good. When are you coming home? You can do laundry! I’ll make you some nice food without ANY meat in it at all! Call me! Love, Your Mother.” That’s how she leaves messages. Love, Your Mother. AND she leaves their phone number. The one that hasn’t changed in 30 years. God bless her nutty heart. I get more material out of that woman than ANYthing else.
Swiddles, is your name Amy?
My grandmother used to do the same thing, but she didn’t do kleenex bottles. She kept old TV Guides (for the crosswords, which she never did), these little green plastic baskets they used to (still do?) sell berries in (God only knows why), and Clorox bottles. Because once, when I was eight, I needed a few Clorox bottles for a school project. She never threw away another Clorox bottle until the day she died. My dad found hundreds of them in her basement.
Although old age made it worse, it appears to be almost genetic. Both her sons exhibit the same behavior to one extent or another, my uncle worse than my dad. My uncle can’t throw out junk mail unless he reads it first, because there just might be something important in it. Never mind the fact that there never has nor never will be anything in any of it that he actually wants. He has piles of unread junk mail lying around his house. My other uncle, the one who’s adopted, has no such affliction.
Personally, I hope I take after my mom more than my dad. When a friend of hers lost everything in the Oakland Hills fire a few years back, she expressed genuine envy that she’d been able to “get rid of all the clutter.”
Kleenex bottles? :smack:
bottles/boxes … maybe the nuttiness is infectious…maybe it’s taking over my computer …it’s leaking thru the keyboard … Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!!!