February 6, 2017
I know that on 02/07/2016 I was whining about the Budwiser® commercials not having the Clydesdale's in them. Well, here we are 1 year later and some high paid executive decided that we are not going to have the Clydesdale's in their commercials again this year. The one commercial that had 3 seconds of a flash of a photo of the horses was the only reference to the best part ever in their commercials. I have to wonder who thought up some of the most ludicrous commercials that I have ever seen in my 67 years. First of all the Skittle® commercial was mildly amusing until they stuck a burglar, cop and rodent in there. Of course, there had to be a sex sells commercial and Mr. Clean® prancing around in skin tight pants and shaking his groove thing around the house. Then we have the gratuitous violence thrown in for the younger crowd. Also, video games have to have a up date just so they will be obsolete in 18 months and you have to buy new or upgrade.
Between all this I had to have a major break down over toilet paper. I went to the store the other day and I kid you not I bought a package of toilet paper that read "9 = 36". After I had put all the groceries away and spent a pleasant evening dozing on the couch I went to bed and what kept me awake all night. 9 = 36. You think that I am kidding but anyone who is my age and has 100 things on their mind in the course of any given day can relate. I got to thinking what if there was not enough space from the wall to the cardboard roll in the middle. Would I have to unwind part of the new rolls and put some TP on the empty cardboard from the prior roll? What if it is too tight and when you pull the TP by the edge will it tear off a square at a time. This is the nonsense that keeps me up at night.
JW had a terrible skin tear last Friday and Mom felt really bad because she made the care center get him up so he could have a hair cut and when they put him in his harness to be lifted into his wheelchair the skin on his forearm peeled right back. The aid that was moving him freaked and ran out of the room to get the RN and when she came back in Mom said that she was not sure she was going to make it because she looked kind of pale. The RN of course put everything to right and put the sterile strips over the site and wrapped it up in sterile gauze. You get use to it but your heart still hurts for the patient. JW's legs are cramping terrible and they are doing all that they can to make him comfortable. They are putting ointment patches on both knees, stronger pain medication at bedtime and Tylenol® in between. I hate to say this but when it gets end time I am going to have every medication allowed administered to make him comfortable. As long as he can see the Angel that will come to pick him up and escort him over that is all I need. When our grandson was very small, maybe 3 or 4, we drove by a cemetery and he came out with, "That is where the Angel comes to pick you up." For some reason that hit Mother and I as hilarious and we laughed till we cried. Not because it was funny but because here was this small child telling us grown ups the obvious reason that we have cemeteries. Through the eyes of a child.
Mother had James and I in a twist last Thursday. I happen to walk in and she was putting some type of lotion or gel on her leg and I lost it. I forgot to use my "in-door" voice and definitely used my screaming at the top of my lungs voice. Her leg was so red and irritated that I stomped upstairs and had James come and look at it. We had her into her doctor by 3:20 and on antibiotics, lotions, allergy pills and other assorted remedies. James took her to the doctor and recorded all the instructions on his telephone and when Mother tried to tell me one thing I replied "that is not what the doctor instructed you to do". She asked me how I knew and I told her. She told me that it was not fair that he did that and my reply was as long as you want to be as stubborn as a child I will treat you like one. She was not amused. I told her that I was not going to listen to her give me orders until next Thursday when she has been under treatment like the doctor ordered. I had to go into work in my office today and sure enough when I got home I said that I would be down with her dinner and she responded no she had made dinner herself. So, I said in my almost "in-door" voice, "you did laundry, made your bed, stood on your feet and made dinner and pretty much ignored the doctors order today while I was gone, right." She said she felt fine and I told her it is not about feeling sick it is about staying off your feet so the infection can clear up.. Fortunately I will be working home Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Then I can crack the whip. LOL
Now I want to voice my opinion on GaGa. I have loved GaGa since day 1 and I think it's because she reminded me of Madonna. After all we are talking 33 years ago that Madonna had her first hit record and I was still doing the club thing. Everyone went nuts over her then. When the half time show started last night I was mesmerizes by the drone light show. We had a very lengthy scientific discussion about how it was done and when I read the technical information that was written about it today I was blown away. I thought it was amazing and everyone couldn't get enough of it. Of course, GaGa had to be the first performer to use them in such large scale and I think she deserved the rave reviews. I was kinda skeptical that she would be good but after 1/2 minute I knew she would blow it out and she did.
When you get to be 67 years old and your Father is 89 and your Mother is 87 this could be you.
All it is going to take in one little push and I am over the edge. Let's hope next week I don't find "10=45".
Peace
Phyllis ♥
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