Accidently on purpose…….

Computer addictions are ok right?

These are a few of the places that I’ve started visiting regularly on the internet….

www.thepioneerwoman.com     —–    Love this site, the recipes and Black Heels to Tractor Wheels are my favorite parts

www.gailvazoxlade.com      ——–    Trying hard to keep on a budget and get our $$ (what little we have) on track

www.facebook.com     ———–     I’m not as obsessed as some are, but still like to check it daily or 2x a day

www.ellen.warnerbros.com   ——-   Love to watch Ellen, but rarely get the chance….so this is as close to watching as I can get

There are several others but mostly just bank accts, email accts and such, nothing too interesting….

It sure is funny how an 11 year old girl can find so many spots in her room to “hide” things. She loves to have a clean room but doesn’t like to actually do the work to make it like that. Instead, she finds “spots” to put the mess. Under the bed (an old favorite of many of us), in suitcases (these get used on a regular basis so are around and easily accessible), in boxes, in the closet…..even in the drawers of a dresser. This mess includes all sorts of things but mostly clothes (dirty, clean or somewhere in between).  The key to a clean mess is to find the right spots to put things so that the room actually looks clean, and that way, mom won’t be upset by a messy room! Smart girl, eh?

And this is how it went:

It was such a nice day today that we opened up the doors to the locked units at work and brought some residents out for a walk in the sunshine. George and I had just walked out the door…

George: “Oh I wish I had my sunglasses”

Me: “Oh here, I have some, just use mine”

George: “Oh no, I couldn’t…”

Me: “No worries, just try them out, they are fine for a few minutes out here…”

George: “Ok”

A stroll around the patio a few times, a short simple conversation and we are ready to head inside again.

Me (grabbing for the glasses): “I’ll take my sunglasses back again”

George (backing up and holding tight to the glasses): “No way, these are mine!”

Me: “No, George, remember? I let you use mine when you didn’t have yours….”

George: “No, these are my sunglasses, they have been all along, I had them in my pocket”

Me: “Ok, nevermind…..you’re right, they are yours”

Ah, the joys of working with people with dementia! Good thing they were only cheapo sunglasses…..:)