Sunday, December 14, 2014

It is that time again... From the Mouth of a Hoarder...

The only sentiment I can start this off with is ... WOW.  She has been on a roll lately... and not a particularly positive one at that.  I would advise if you are eating or drinking that you return at a time when you are not... Consider yourself warned!

And now to the next episode of FTMOAH!

"Are your feet rough?  Mine are so rough.  I have sharp crusts on my heels, and for the last two nights I cut and ruined two new pair of socks!"

After getting a recommendation from her general care practitioner re a cream for her feet...

"I cannot believe the difference!  After only using the cream a couple of days I can just roll the skin off my feet in layers!"


"...And I bought a sports bra thingie, and I use tape to attach to the ends of the tag plastic things so they do not flip away or hit the floor and one of the cats get it, those things could puncture their esophagus just like Mr. Dimwiddy [who died of sepsis after a fish bone punctured his esophagus in the mid 50's...]"

I will keep this one short and sweet, or short and nauseating...  You get the idea.  Her other comments have focused on her obsession with whether folks decorate for Christmas or not, her criticism of their lack of taste in decorations, and her speculation as why folks would decorate without having small children in the home.  She has also been focused on the behavior of a couple of acquaintances who are struggling with dementia/Alzheimer's disease, asking questions that start with "Do all people like that...[insert the behavior she finds aberrant]"...  Her amazing leaps of assumption and medically incorrect causality continues, all while she continues to live in the museum of long held grudges, petty misunderstandings, and simmering resentment.  

Have to find some humor from this, because if I did not laugh, I fear I would start screaming.  

Thank you for reading, and have a great week!


  1. Mr. Dimwiddy is a great name for a cat.

    "rolling foot skin" ugggggggg

  2. I want to name a cat a name like that, but I am afraid he will hate me for life... LOL. And I am grossed to the max when it comes to feet, any feet, even my feet.


  3. "museum of long held grudges" is a classic! I am amazed that you ever answer the phone - let alone call her. I would have PTSD from hearing the phone ringing if I had your mom. Mine is bad enough...

  4. TC-

    I have "Here Comes the Clowns' as her ring tone, or better known as the Wicked Witch of the West song from the Wizard of Oz:-). I took great enjoyment with my previous car that would ask after I would say 'Call Mom'... It would ask "Do you wish to call 'Mom'?"... To which I would scream NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Then I would regretfully (and a bit sullenly) hit the button and say yes. It is the small things...