There was a younger guy today the could have easily started a fight because he might have seen me glancing at his girlfriend. But instead gave me a nod while I helped mom into Wienersnchitzel. He was tall and at least half my age. And looked ready to go.
The eye contact we made, and his nod told me all I needed to know. There would be no battle today. Instead I felt some respect.
My wife looks good and has a great butt, I see guys looking from time to time. Doesn’t upset me one bit. I do the same thing so how can I get angry.
Quoted from o-din:There was a younger guy today the could have easily started a fight because he might have seen me glancing at his girlfriend. But instead gave me a nod while I helped mom into Wienersnchitzel. He was tall and at least half my age. And looked ready to go.
The eye contact we made, and his nod told me all I needed to know. There would be no battle today. Instead I felt some respect.
That was my wife.
Quoted from o-din:There was a younger guy today the could have easily started a fight because he might have seen me glancing at his girlfriend. But instead gave me a nod while I helped mom into Wienersnchitzel. He was tall and at least half my age. And looked ready to go.
The eye contact we made, and his nod told me all I needed to know. There would be no battle today. Instead I felt some respect.
When some senile old man checks out my girlfriend I don’t find it too threatening either. If they get too aggressive I just look around for their orderly and gently ask them to tend to their charge.
No need for violence!
Dumbest thread ever thanks for starting it...Now back to Jr High I have some farts I need to disperse...
There's checking out a woman but there's a point of going out of your way to be a disrespectful douchebag making people feel wierd by throwing that "yeah baby I'm checking you out, you know you want some of this" and "hey guy what are you gonna do about it" vibe. Those types of narcissistic guys deserve to receive the beat down of their lives.
Quoted from OLDPINGUY:Sunglasses........
I'm wearing them now.
But I'm also wondering how the hell this got here.
Quoted from o-din:He was tall and at least half my age. And looked ready to go.
Your mom may have been thinking this as well
Now that I'm awake and have some coffee in me I'm going to set the scene.
As of late I've noticed some total incompetence in professional people and who ever answers the phone for them getting and returning messages. I've been trying all week to get the necessary paperwork together so I could move mom from assisted living to a place with memory care as the assisted living place brought in without telling me an outside person to watch mom 24/7 to the tune of an extra $600 a day. So when they did finally tell me it became kind of urgent.
Not only has the place she is in now giving me the total runaround, the doctor that needs to fill out a form and fax it I am still waiting on. Yesterday was the day I took her to the a place and the guy is ever so nice and has a room ready but still needs that form. The old place sends it and it is not up to date like it should be. So we call the Dr. where you get some central answering service and they say they will pass it on. After an hour of waiting and no fax, I take her to get a hot dog and rootbeer float, because she loves those. This is where I encountered Mr. Man.
After that I go back with her and start packing her stuff. Call the new place and still no fax. So I go there in person and they tell me it is waiting at the counter. I tell them I hope that is not the letter I picked up on Tuesday, and of course it is. Now we will have no fax until Monday, so she is stuck there for one more weekend. There's more to it with the place, but it's just going to anger and frustrate me to talk about it.
Fast forward to the middle of last night. I'm hammered out in the garage and a buddy I knew in Jr. High comes strolling up. Last time we talked about all the fights I got in after being let out of military school and he had run into one of the dudes who is now a lawyer and is going to bring him over next time.
I've gotta go fix a hole in the side of mom's house now as the plumbing went out last week and that was the only way to get to it.
Quoted from o-din:Now that I'm awake and have some coffee in me I'm going to set the scene.
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So this ramble is as good as you get?
Sounds more like you are coming down from a trip than awake and sober and coffee'd up. 
Quoted from punkin:So this ramble is as good as you get?
Sounds more like you are coming down from a trip than awake and sober and coffee'd up.
It's as good as it gets around here I guess. The reason mom has to be moved is she is 97 and has tried to escape from the place several times and they don't want to be responsible. It's tough to watch your parent lose her mind, but that's been going on since I was a child. She does love her root beer float though.
Quoted from o-din:Now that I'm awake and have some coffee in me I'm going to set the scene.
As of late I've noticed some total incompetence in professional people and who ever answers the phone for them getting and returning messages. I've been trying all week to get the necessary paperwork together so I could move mom from assisted living to a place with memory care as the assisted living place brought in without telling me an outside person to watch mom 24/7 to the tune of an extra $600 a day. So when they did finally tell me it became kind of urgent.
Not only has the place she is in now giving me the total runaround, the doctor that needs to fill out a form and fax it I am still waiting on. Yesterday was the day I took her to the a place and the guy is ever so nice and has a room ready but still needs that form. The old place sends it and it is not up to date like it should be. So we call the Dr. where you get some central answering service and they say they will pass it on. After an hour of waiting and no fax, I take her to get a hot dog and rootbeer float, because she loves those. This is where I encountered Mr. Man.
After that I go back with her and start packing her stuff. Call the new place and still no fax. So I go there in person and they tell me it is waiting at the counter. I tell them I hope that is not the letter I picked up on Tuesday, and of course it is. Now we will have no fax until Monday, so she is stuck there for one more weekend. There's more to it with the place, but it's just going to anger and frustrate me to talk about it.
Fast forward to the middle of last night. I'm hammered out in the garage and a buddy I knew in Jr. High comes strolling up. Last time we talked about all the fights I got in after being let out of military school and he had run into one of the dudes who is now a lawyer and is going to bring him over next time.
I've gotta go fix a hole in the side of mom's house now as the plumbing went out last week and that was the only way to get to it.
I bet your mom is proud to have you as a son.
Good job mean mugging that dude back and getting some respect.
Quoted from o-din:It's as good as it gets around here I guess. The reason mom has to be moved is she is 97 and has tried to escape from the place several times and they don't want to be responsible. It's tough to watch your parent lose her mind, but that's been going on since I was a child. She does love her root beer float though.
She's lucky to have you nearby where you can help her out. My wife's parents are in their 90's and in Florida which is 1200 miles away and refuse to move back north to Pa. They don't want to move into a retirement home either.
Quoted from o-din:It's as good as it gets around here I guess. The reason mom has to be moved is she is 97 and has tried to escape from the place several times and they don't want to be responsible. It's tough to watch your parent lose her mind, but that's been going on since I was a child. She does love her root beer float though.
Yeah my mum's in the same place cept she's still sharp. She loves the 'retirement home' though. Have to take =her for an xray on Tuesday morning.
She's got the gardener smuggling in beers for her. Haven't asked what he get's out of it (never ask a question you don't want to hear the answer to).
Quoted from o-din:It's tough to watch your parent lose her mind,
After reading this thread, I think it might be hereditary 
Good on you for being a human and taking care of her, that stuff is rough. Both my parents are dust as of a couple years ago. That end of days business is stressful. Getting old is a bummer at times...like when you check out some dudes chick and he kicks the shit out of you.
Quoted from Wickerman2:After reading this thread, I think it might be hereditary
I just stopped by the house to get a tool and was sure that might come up. I am told I got my mom's face, but I know I got my dad's brain. Totally logical with very little emotion involved in making decisions. Get it done.
My brother on the other hand got more of my dad's looks and her brain. He is a real treat sometimes. Him and mom cannot spend more than ten minutes together without either blowing a gasket.
I appreciate all the kind words as this is certainly one of the toughest things I've ever dealt with. And I know the day is coming where I'm going to get the word and break down in tears. I'm just dealing with it the best I can and get a little frustrated with other people involved.
Quoted from o-din:There was a younger guy today the could have easily started a fight because he might have seen me glancing at his girlfriend
You can "easily start a fight" over anything, but going gladiator over someone simply seeing your best gal ain't normal.
And you not getting a beatdown doesn't mean you're part of some respected old boys club... I think, maybe, you're just old?
I dig most of odins posts, we're about the same age and like a lot of the same things, but I don't get this post. Who was "the real man"? You leer at some girl my daughter's age and the bigger, younger guy lets you off the hook? Not your finest hour.
Sorry about your mom.
Quoted from wlf_:You can "easily start a fight" over anything, but going gladiator over someone simply seeing your best gal ain't normal.
And you not getting a beatdown doesn't mean you're part of some respected old boys club... I think, maybe, you're just old?
He had that look like he was ready to brawl if anybody crossed him. And I wasn't in the best mood either. Some men are like that especially when it comes to their ladies. Others like to show them off. Like one guy that came in my work. "Did you notice my girlfriend? Do you know who she is?" I said "not really" "Take another look"
"Nope, don't recognize her" "She is a famous porn star, Christy Mack" "Nope, never heard of her, but thanks for sharing"
Quoted from pinzrfun:Who was "the real man"? You leer at some girl my daughter's age and the bigger, younger guy lets you off the hook? Not your finest hour.
They were both adults in their late 20s or 30s, and I don't look much older I'm told. I only glanced at his lady. I'm not gonna be dating women my age anyway anymore. My daughter's mom is older than me. If that offends you, I'm not breaking any laws.
Anyway, you can't get 1x10 shiplap siding at Home Depot or Lowes, so I go to Ganahl, where the real men work and shop, and they didn't have it but ordered it for Tuesday.
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Quoted from o-din:I just stopped by the house to get a tool and was sure that might come up. I am told I got my mom's face, but I know I got my dad's brain. Totally logical with very little emotion involved in making decisions. Get it done.
My brother on the other hand got more of my dad's looks and her brain. He is a real treat sometimes. Him and mom cannot spend more than ten minutes together without either blowing a gasket.
I appreciate all the kind words as this is certainly one of the toughest things I've ever dealt with. And I know the day is coming where I'm going to get the word and break down in tears. I'm just dealing with it the best I can and get a little frustrated with other people involved.
I really understand what you are going through with your mom. I too had to become guardian and conservator for my mom in January of this year. My mom who is 89 started having memory problems about 4 years ago. I had friends and neighbors of hers calling me about the problems she was having but I couldn't do anything until a doctor deemed her incompetent. She skipped assisted living and ended up in memory care as she actually forgets to eat. She was frugal her whole life so she has enough to pay for her care for a long time. The place she's at is really nice and on a golf course. The only problem is she is 400 miles from me as my little town only has a nursing facility that's not to nice, not a memory care. Pretty expensive but they take good care of her.
Quoted from jhanley:I really understand what you are going through with your mom. I too had to become guardian and conservator for my mom in January of this year. My mom who is 89 started having memory problems about 4 years ago. I had friends and neighbors of hers calling me about the problems she was having but I couldn't do anything until a doctor deemed her incompetent. She skipped assisted living and ended up in memory care as she actually forgets to eat. She was frugal her whole life so she has enough to pay for her care for a long time. The place she's at is really nice and on a golf course. The only problem is she is 400 miles from me as my little town only has a nursing facility that's not to nice, not a memory care. Pretty expensive but they take good care of her.
My mom was always very independent, but when I moved back to my hometown after my dad passed away 15 years ago, I started helping her more and more. Taking her shopping and to the doctors and bringing her food I had prepared. It all changed about two or three years ago with a 911 call and her in the hospital. She had found herself on the floor lost in her own house. It was presumed she had had a minor stroke, but knowing what I know now it might have been a UTI as she had a couple since then with very similar symptoms.
Anyway, she got well enough to go to assisted living. I go visit and take her shopping and to the drs like I had before. I kept her house maintained and ready with the thought someday she might come home, knowing all along someday it would be my job to clean it out.
That changed a few months ago when my neighbor across the street who I have known since high school's dad passed away. He was living with his family and taking care of him. Finds out after the fact his parents had reverse mortgaged the house to the hilt and there is no way they can stay there. They only want to stay around until their son finishes high school and then move out of state. So I made the tough decision mom is never coming home and I will get it ready, and let them stay there for a fair price.
It's no fun cleaning out 60 years of memories while mom is still with us, wondering what to keep and where to put it, but the job is almost done, no help one bit from my brother. But he sure likes to give out instructions and worry about money.
Quoted from Erik:You always seem like a good dude, sorry you had to go to Wienersnchitzel.
If I want a chili dog and chili cheese fries, not many do it better. My only regret is I always seem to leave the coupons at home.
Quoted from o-din:It's as good as it gets around here I guess. The reason mom has to be moved is she is 97 and has tried to escape from the place several times and they don't want to be responsible. It's tough to watch your parent lose her mind, but that's been going on since I was a child. She does love her root beer float though.
Root beer floats are insanely underrated on the dessert spectrum.
Quoted from o-din:My mom was always very independent, but when I moved back to my hometown after my dad passed away 15 years ago, I started helping her more and more. Taking her shopping and to the doctors and bringing her food I had prepared. It all changed about two or three years ago with a 911 call and her in the hospital. She had found herself on the floor lost in her own house. It was presumed she had had a minor stroke, but knowing what I know now it might have been a UTI as she had a couple since then with very similar symptoms.
Anyway, she got well enough to go to assisted living. I go visit and take her shopping and to the drs like I had before. I kept her house maintained and ready with the thought someday she might come home, knowing all along someday it would be my job to clean it out.
That changed a few months ago when my neighbor across the street who I have known since high school's dad passed away. He was living with his family and taking care of him. Finds out after the fact his parents had reverse mortgaged the house to the hilt and there is no way they can stay there. They only want to stay around until their son finishes high school and then move out of state. So I make the tough decision mom is never coming home and I will get it ready, and let them stay there for a fair price.
It's no fun cleaning out 60 years of memories while mom is still with us, wondering what to keep and where to put it, but the job is almost done, no help one bit from my brother. But he sure likes to give out instructions and worry about money.
I agree .It's no fun. I'm a stay at home dad so it was easier for me to do it as my brother works. I had to trick her to get her in there and it took 7 plus 18 hr days by myself to clear out her house and get it ready for sale. I was toast after that but was glad it was done. She is much happier there because she has people to care for her and to talk to. Up until this she was still driving with only bare bones insurance that wouldn't come close to what she's worth.. I was scared to death she would kill herself or a child and also she would have lost everything she saved. I try to go see her every three months but I'm still raising my daughter for another year when she goes to college.Oh, by the way your plumbing job looks great
Quoted from jhanley:Oh, by the way your plumbing job looks great
Thanks. My dad always told me I can fix anything, so I try whenever I can. I enjoy it and the weather is very cooperative. It's like therapy. Can't fix people though, and don't know where to start, or even want to try.
If it was my own house, I would do it myself, but hired this out to a guy I trust because it is crunch time and trying to get mom moved is taking a lot of effort and time. I'm filling in the concrete and doing the siding and painting. It's fun getting the bathrooms and all that ready too, but I'm just about there.
Quoted from Blackbeard:Wait.
“Wiener schnitzel” is a place?!!
Why yes, yes it is. When you are as active as I am, you can eat just about anything.
Unknown (resized).jpgQuoted from pinzrfun:but I don't get this post.
It’s simple, This is a thread about the effects of Low-T & Alzheimer’s...with a processed meat sub-topic
Quoted from RandomGuyOffCL:It’s simple, This is a thread about the effects of Low-T & Alzheimer’s...with a processed meat sub-topic
And how a trip to Genault's can remedy what the other superstores of home improvement can't. Highlight of the day was when the man, and I mean the man behind the counter walked two steps down and pulled a sample of the siding I needed. It perfectly interlocked, matched, and fit with my sample from 1955 albeit not redwood, but I said order it up.
Good on you, I’m right there with you.
Mine’s 83. Find out she had several mini strokes. Started with a call from highway patrol, driving wrong side of road, clipped someone’s mirror, driving down the middle of the highway 10mph. Had to bring the van to my place. Hardest thing for her is no drivers license.
Refuses to move. 3 hour, $300 grocery store trips. If I say “let’s get frozen stuff last”, “which isle am I allowed to go down” “you trying to starve me to death”.
Hired a helper for a couple hours 2 or 3 times a week. That lasted a week before the girl wouldn’t drive her to town. WWIII quickly started.
She keeps Amazon in business, ups, fed ex, mailman comes almost every single day. Nothing big just little crap.
Just like a difficult child, if you’ve never been in that situation, there is no way you could understand.
Quoted from Travish:Good on you, I’m right there with you.
Mine’s 83. Find out she had several mini strokes. Started with a call from highway patrol, driving wrong side of road, clipped someone’s mirror, driving down the middle of the highway 10mph. Had to bring the van to my place. Hardest thing for her is no drivers license.
Refuses to move. 3 hour, $300 grocery store trips. If I say “let’s get frozen stuff last”, “which isle am I allowed to go down” “you trying to starve me to death”.
Hired a helper for a couple hours 2 or 3 times a week. That lasted a week before the girl wouldn’t drive her to town. WWIII quickly started.
She keeps Amazon in business, ups, fed ex, mailman comes almost every single day. Nothing big just little crap.
Just like a difficult child, if you’ve never been in that situation, there is no way you could understand.
There's no way I could take care of my mom by myself. I love her but she drives me nuts.
Quoted from jhanley:There's no way I could take care of my mom by myself. I love her but she drives me nuts.
For me to keep what's left of my mind, I as well need somebody else to do it. I can fix almost anything else though.
Since this has kind of been a spill your guts thread, and it's kind of a relief since I did it, I'm going to tell a little story.
15 years ago when dad passed away, I moved into his house with the full intent of fixing it up and selling it so I could move back down to or near San Clemente so I could be near my daughter. After high school I moved there, and made a new life with new friends. Back in my home town my mom was still healthy and most of my friends had moved away. There was nothing left there for me.
I busted this place out, and on the weekends I would drive down there and get her on Fridays and look at real estate before I did. It got to be a routine. I could not find a job in this area I liked, so I kept it up, keeping the house near empty so I could go at anytime. Sandy liked the routine as there were all kinds of things to do up here and places to go.
About 8 or 9 years ago I took the job I have now,10 minutes from home. and started buying pinball machines to give me something to do. I joined pinside and started meeting people in the area. Now some of the best friends I ever had. We hang out, go do things and I have settled that this is now home. When Sandy got her license, she started to make the trip up here, and still does regularly to this day. It's nice to be settled with good friends and family.
I have decided I've done enough this week so today, one of my best friends I met thru Pinside is coming over and we are going to hang out in the garage, drink beer, watch football, and play pinball.
Thank you Pinside!
Quoted from Blackbeard:5 for $5 = no price police.
Two Breakfast Jacks with sausage= $3
Totally understand the need to vent. I'm right there with you and have been living it for five years. A better approach would have been to start an off topic Alzheimers thread. Most people don't know that "memory care" is a stupid name for where they put Alzheimers victims. PM me if you want to chat. Or maybe start a new thread that is clearly defined. There's not much overlap between pinball and this topic but it is a supremely relevant discussion for those that have been exposed to it and we are all here to support each other.
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