Dear Auntie Linda, September 9 2015

Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,  My mother is seventy-four and moved in with me and my husband four years ago.  She is in good health, still drives, and is active in her church, though she is slowing down.  We enjoy having her live with us, except for the added burden when my brothers visit.  She treats our home like hers.  When I was growing up, Mother waited on my father and brothers hand and foot.  They worked outside.  Cooking and cleaning were women’s work.  I was responsible for cooking, cleaning, and dishwashing right along with her.

Please understand.  My family is and always has been welcome.  However, since Mama moved in with us, when my brothers to visit, she holds court for her guests, expecting us to lay out the welcome mat and act the gracious host on her behalf, providing huge meals, providing rooms and housekeeping services just like she always did.  I am exhausted by the time company leaves.  Mama won’t hear of anyone taking rooms at a hotel or bringing in a sandwich tray, or takeout, or taking us all out to dinner.  By the time I have shopped, cooked and served meals for several, as well as tidying up behind them, I am exhausted, not to mention the damage to our budget.  I have mentioned this to Mother, but she always reminds me , “They won’t be here but a few days.  We can rest up when they’re gone.  I just want my family around me as long as I am able……..” I would love it if they invited her to their homes for a few days sometime.  She’s often mentioned she’d love to visit.  What should I do?  Worked to Death.

Dear Worked, Your mother knows how to heave the guilt.  If you don’t want to go into this with your mother, certainly your brothers ought to be able to understand that taking care of Mother is a big responsibility.   Let them know you and your budget needs a little break. They can reserve a room and help out with meals.  They don’t have to discuss their reasons with Mother.  If she brings it up with you, don’t waffle. Bring up the subject, “Thanksgiving, let’s get together somewhere else.”  You need a break.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,  My sister and I live a few blocks apart and both have three-year-olds.  We used to have coffee and visit several mornings a week, but the children fight so much now we really can’t enjoy a visit for the screaming, toy-snatching, and hitting.  If one doesn’t start it, the other does.  How in the world can you get children to play without fighting?  Sore Ears

Dear Sore Ears,  My mother had a little trick that worked wonders, for us and then my kids.   Have each of the children sit down with their favorite toy or book several feet apart.  Instruct them not to share or play with each other.  Remind them that they are not allowed to share or play together when they show interest in the other.  After you reinforce this a few times, they will want to play.  Relent, but tell them it’s only for a minute.  They’ll have to go back to their spots at the first sign of fighting.  In a few minutes, they should be anxious to play.  After being apart a few minutes, playing together becomes a privilege. Often, a reminder suffices to avoid a battle.  Hope it works as well for you.  Being separated from a potential sparring partner can help them get along, if you stick with it.  At the very least, they’ll learn to avoid fighting in front of you, which is what you really want anyway, isn’t it?

Revenge Joke

A very shy guy goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting at the bar. After an hour of gathering up his courage he finally goes over to her and asks, tentatively, “Um, would you mind if I chatted with you for a while?”
She responds by yelling, at the top of her lungs, “No, I won’t sleep with you tonight!” Everyone in the bar is now staring at them. Naturally, the guy is hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he slinks back to his table.
After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and apologizes. She smiles at him and says, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. You see, I’m a graduate student in psychology and I’m studying how people respond to embarrassing situations.”
To which he responds, at the top of his lungs, “What do you mean $200?”

Joke of the Day

Good News Bad News
One day God came to Adam for a brief discussion. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news.” God said.

Adam looked thoughtfully at his maker and replied, “Please give me the good news first.”

Smiling, God explained, “I’ve created two new organs for you. One is called a brain. This organ will allow you to be very intelligent, create new things, and carry on productive conversations with Eve. The other organ is called a penis. It will allow you to reproduce your intelligent life form and begin populating the planet. Eve will be very pleased that you are now equipped with this organ as she will be able to conceive children.”

Adam, very excited, exclaimed, “These are great and wonderful gifts you have given me. What could possibly be bad news after such great tidings?”

God then looked upon Adam, and said with great sorrow, “The bad news is I only gave you enough blood to operate one of these organs at a time.

Noah and His First Three Lives Update

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A little update on Noah, he seems to be adjusting well and has made a friend or two.

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He had a little party last night.

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He has a huge, soft bed and Izzy’s favorite toy all to himself.

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Izzy is trying to get used to sleeping on the floor since Noah threw her out of her own bed.  To follow Noah on Instagram, check out wheresmyark_

Momma’ View 21 Day challenge, Day Three

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The crashing of the waves is the only thing that quiets my mind as I am immersed in the sound, the power, and the eternal energy of pounding surf.  Every wave that washes in empties me until I am completely at peace.

Photo Challenge #77, Golden Hour, September 8, 2015 – Life Is…..

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Life can seem like that at times

That we are going no where.

That day to day it’s a case of the doldrums.

We can float through life with purpose

Direction and focus

Or we meander aimlessly

From one support to another

Where life is meaningless

And the alternative does become

A way to rid ourselves of the pain we feel

And so often the purposelessness

That life has become.

Its not always our fault

The circumstances of a person’s life

So often comes into play.

It is never for us to judge another’s actions.

A wise man once said to me

We cannot know what was happening

In a person’s mind in the moments before

They made that fatal choice.

I have known students I taught

Who took their own lives

And on every occasion

I recalled them as kids sitting in my classroom.

They were innocent, intelligent,

Had…

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Evening Chuckle

A young woman buys a mirror at an antique shop and hangs it on her bathroom door. One evening, while getting undressed, she playfully says, “Mirror, mirror, on my door, make my bust-line forty-four.”

Instantly, there is a brilliant flash of light, and her breasts grow to enormous proportions. Excitedly, she runs to tell her husband what happened, and in minutes they both return.

This time the husband crossed his fingers and says, “Mirror, mirror on the door, make my penis touch the floor.”

Again, there is a bright flash and……….both his legs fall off.

A cat dies and goes to Heaven.  He meets Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates who greets him.  “Welcome to Heaven.  You’ve been a good cat all of these years. Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask.”
The cat answered, ”Well, I lived all my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors.”
Saint Peter says, “Say no more.”  Instantly, a fluffy pillow appears.
A few days later, six mice are killed in a tragic accident and go to Heaven. Saint Peter meets them at the gate with the same offer that he made the cat. The mice said, ‘All our lives we’ve had to run. We’ve been chased by cats, dogs and even women with brooms. If we could only have roller skates, we wouldn’t have to run anymore.   
Saint Peter says, “Say no more.”  Instantly, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates. 
About a week later, Saint Peter decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow. Saint Peter gently wakes him and asks, ‘How are you ? Are you happy here?’ The cat yawns and stretches ‘Oh, I’ve never been happier in my life. And those Meals on Wheels you’ve been sending over are best.

Framed!

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I spent most of the summer away from home this year.  My friend Ann, the charming lady in the background above was my gracious host.  One morning, she asked me if I’d like to pay a visit to her favorite resale shop.   She’d found some bargains and had to go back with the cash to pay for them  It was a great sale; everything was five dollars.  In fact, earlier that day, she had gotten a pair of Gucci Loafers and the gorgeous leather bag you see me clutching above.  Jackson, her little dog was snuggled in the bag for the duration.  I should have known from the worried look on his face that Ann might be plotting to rid herself of her summer-long guest.  The store was packed.  Women were trying on clothes in the aisles.  One customer’s skirt was sold while she was busy trying on another in the aisle.  As Ann rifled the racks hoping for one last bargain, I held Jackson and her purse, moving to stand in a breeze near the front door.  The shop owner, recognizing the beautiful bag Ann had bought there just that morning, called out to warn her I was stealing her bag.  Not realizing who she was talking to, I stood there like a dope, looking around for the purse thief.  In a minute or two, Ann realized what was going on and saved me from arrest.  It’s a good thing I had Jackson concealed on my person, or she might have just let them haul me off.

Ask Auntie Linda, September 8, 2015

Auntie Linda

My son, Craig, a junior in college, married Betsy six months ago.  They have a three-month old girl.  They planned to get married any, sometime, just moved it up when the baby surprised them.  They share a job as apartment managers that works around his classes and furnishes an apartment.  He has a job unloading grocery trucks seven mornings a week.  She babysits for a professor some evenings and weekends so they can manage without a babysitter.  Betsy’s mother is pressing Betsy and the baby to come home and live with her till Craig graduates.  Betsy could go to community college.  Craig could come in on weekends.  They are barely scraping by, now.  They can’t handle any extra expenses.  The grandparents could all help with childcare.  I am afraid Craig will let his grades drop, lose his scholarship and not get into med school.  He only has three semesters to complete.  Doesn’t this seem like a reasonable plan?  Proud but Worried Mama

Dear Proud,  What do Betsy and Craig think?  It sounds like they are both smart, hard-workers.  I’d be willing to bet they have strong ideas about being together.  Chances are, they’ll figure it out without any help, unless they ask. If you want to help, wait till you asked.  Then, you can make your own wise decision.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,  I think my house might be haunted.  I  moved here a few months ago from the city and got an unbelievable deal on it.  The realtor said it had belonged to an old couple who went into a nursing home and later died.  I called the realtor back and asked if there were any claims of haunting, but she denied it.  Everything was quiet at first, but recently I have started hearing movement overhead.  My dog has barked so I know he hears the noises, too. No one can get in since I have a security system.  What do I do?  I hate as my neighbors and have them think I am crazy.  Scared

Dear Scared, It wouldn’t be surprising if squirrels or raccoons have gotten into your attic.  They fight, scrap, and make a tremendous amount of noise in the attic.  Before you call Ghost Busters get  pest control to check it out for you.  Auntie Linda