AUDIO VERSION: (Transcript below for those who prefer to read) The next-door neighbours are young and have a child. A second one is on the way, any day now. I find myself shaking my head, sighing a lot and musing to myself "uh-boy...are they going to have their hands full," and want to scream... Continue Reading →
AUDIO VERSION: (Transcript below for those who prefer to read) We took one step today towards forward movement as parents of an only estranged adult child. We bought some sterilite containers and grabbed some cardboard boxes. It sounds easy enough to do, doesn't it? It's not! I felt guilt at even getting into... Continue Reading →
AUDIO VERSION: (Transcript below for those who prefer to read) In a previous article, I wrote the following, "Worse than that, a lot of parents are actually afraid of their own child or children. Part of this is because parents feel that if they’re not catering to their adult child’s every whim, need... Continue Reading →
AUDIO VERSION: (Transcript below for those who prefer to read instead) Flesh, blood and DNA make them part of us. I'm talking about our children here. They are the beings that we brought into this world after our bodies, lives and mental status were changed immensely and having given up so much of both... Continue Reading →
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AUDIO VERSION: (Transcript below for those who prefer to read) Everyone is in search of the key to being happy in Life. It's the state that people are looking for yet, find so hard to grasp. Why is it so elusive? Why is there a continual search for it? Why can't we all find... Continue Reading →
My grandmother had quite both the sense of humour and nerves of steel, not to mention her tenacity. Another story that my grandmother remembered and wrote out. My sides still hurt from reading it.
My daughter came by yesterday. She took me to lunch, then to get my hair and nails done. I knew that I was being buttered up for something. She doesn’t come often, let alone take me out for lunch or spend that kind of time with me. Her life is usually “busy”. Her world is “busy”. Worst of all, she was sweeter than a chocolate bar with caramel dripping from its middle. That’s when I know that something is coming and it did.
At the end of all of her greasing me up, she lowered the boom. Luckily, I’d gotten a heads-up from my granddaughter to what she was up to so, I played along. At least I got my hair and nails done and a fancy, expensive lunch out of it first.
When she finally got me back home, she came in, sat down and started clearing her throat. Of course…
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My grandmother’s memories of my daughter’s call to her with a previous boyfriend. I have tears coming down my cheeks. She was witty to say the least.
I got a call on the phone last night from one of my great granddaughters. She was all fuddled up about a boy she’s seeing. Cried her fool head off and I couldn’t understand a word she was saying for the first 20 minutes.
“Gran, I’m a mess,” she said, still blubbering away. “I love this guy but, none of my friends or my Mom and Dad, like him. What am I going to do?”
“Is this the same one I met at your parent’s anniversary party,” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s him,” she answered.
I was hoping that she was going to tell me that it was someone else so that I could get down my daughter and son-in-law’s arses over it. They’re a couple of donkeys anyway. Unfortunately, I met the fool a few times and if I could have gotten out of my chair quicker, I would have given the jerk a…
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I am getting such a kick out of my late grandmother’s sense of humour that I can’t sit up for laughing. Laugh with me, please. It’s hilarious. What a sense of humour the woman had. Gawd I miss her.
My friend, Betty, is depressed. She says that she doesn’t know why.
I can think of reasons why she’s depressed and how to get her out of it with the same examples to prove that there’s a rainbow behind everything.
- She’s 92 years old. (She’s 92 years old….how many people can say that?)
- Her family doesn’t come around much. (Her family doesn’t come around much…she doesn’t have to hand them out money or listen to their bitching. Be grateful.)
- She says that her mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be and she’s forgetting a lot of things. (Remembering everything ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. When you don’t remember things, you can tell people off then say, “I don’t remember saying that.” It gets you out of a lot of trouble when you really just wanted to tell someone off!)
- Her hands and legs don’t work without…
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