Ever Had Your Home "Staged/Organized"?
Staging/Organization is when you hire someone to organize your home so that things are easily found and accessible. An example can be found by clicking on the title of this blog entry.
In the early days of my diagnosis, my counsellor Suzette, concerned about my short-term memory loss and resultant rages, recommended such a service to come out and set up my then-apartment where I could find things easier (and calmer!)
I think they also do that "Kung-Fooie" (or whatever it's called) where they place everything so that it provides the person with a sense of well-being. Gives you a better ying-yang, which I think is near the ol' wazoo.
So anyway, I was kinda thinking of learning how to do that for myself rather than hire someone to do it, but I think I better make notes where I put stuff and then study them so I can find that stuff again, huh?
Quick update on the CBT: It's gonna be a bit tougher to do that on a daily (or three times a week) basis, since the big hospitals want that co-pay every time, and then if I stay near there (in a lodge), then that has to be factored in as well.
So we're gonna stay right here in Carrollton and do it that way, and my therapist will use a "sliding scale" so it won't be so expensive.
Now. I wanna file a "complaint". J/K!
So far, this blog has been pretty much an "All About Me and My Day" - kinda thang, but y'all aren't asking me any questions, and I feel like Johnny Carson or Jay Leno having to come up with a "monologue" every time I write here.
Some days I just don't feel all that interesting, so how about "youse" guys give some feedback/questions or ask me my opinions on stuff, okay?
In return, I PROMISE honest answers, and if I don't know an answer, I will look it up, and THEN form an opinion.
Deal?
That's Suzette's "Murphy", and Murphy sez: "Please don't forget to click to feed and then vote for your favorite shelter ( Shhhhhh....Paulding Humane!)"
RUFF! ("Please")
This one is one of the first songs I ever learned to play in my first band called "The Lighthouse Tavern".
RIP, Doug Sahm, you "Tejano Tornado"
Thanks!
Bill
In the early days of my diagnosis, my counsellor Suzette, concerned about my short-term memory loss and resultant rages, recommended such a service to come out and set up my then-apartment where I could find things easier (and calmer!)
I think they also do that "Kung-Fooie" (or whatever it's called) where they place everything so that it provides the person with a sense of well-being. Gives you a better ying-yang, which I think is near the ol' wazoo.
So anyway, I was kinda thinking of learning how to do that for myself rather than hire someone to do it, but I think I better make notes where I put stuff and then study them so I can find that stuff again, huh?
Quick update on the CBT: It's gonna be a bit tougher to do that on a daily (or three times a week) basis, since the big hospitals want that co-pay every time, and then if I stay near there (in a lodge), then that has to be factored in as well.
So we're gonna stay right here in Carrollton and do it that way, and my therapist will use a "sliding scale" so it won't be so expensive.
Now. I wanna file a "complaint". J/K!
So far, this blog has been pretty much an "All About Me and My Day" - kinda thang, but y'all aren't asking me any questions, and I feel like Johnny Carson or Jay Leno having to come up with a "monologue" every time I write here.
Some days I just don't feel all that interesting, so how about "youse" guys give some feedback/questions or ask me my opinions on stuff, okay?
In return, I PROMISE honest answers, and if I don't know an answer, I will look it up, and THEN form an opinion.
Deal?
That's Suzette's "Murphy", and Murphy sez: "Please don't forget to click to feed and then vote for your favorite shelter ( Shhhhhh....Paulding Humane!)"
RUFF! ("Please")
This one is one of the first songs I ever learned to play in my first band called "The Lighthouse Tavern".
RIP, Doug Sahm, you "Tejano Tornado"
Thanks!
Bill
Comments
Hi babe, just wanted to let you know I haven't forgotten about ya. Just been busy and a little sad lately, I think for the whole wide world. Especially those closest to me.
Hmmm, questions for Der Andere Bill?
Whats a question with no answer called?
Can you still say "Put it where the sun don't shine " on a nude beach?
If a missing person sees their picture on a milk carton that offers a reward, would they get the money?
You know the signs that say "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service."
Well what happens if you come in with no pants? do they still have to serve you?
Why does your nose RUN and your feet SMELL?
How come cats butts go up when you pet them?
Seriously though folks. If there were a few things nosey Becks would want to know about our Bill, it would be more about you and D, if you haven't discussed that already, and I forgot. How you met, when did you get married, how long were you married. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!
Also, about your being a veteran. Read that somewhere.
So that should get you started on a new post.
You know if you are having a brain fart, just let it be until something you want to say comes along. No pressure from me to pressure you to come up with something to entertain us.
How's it comin with the help from your doper pals?
Love ya, Becks
To answer the last question FIRST, the "Dopers" are helping faster than I can send "thank-you" PM's!!!
I KNOW I'm not forgotten, Becks, and believe it or not, I can ANSWER a couple of those questions!
Get back to ya on those, okay?
Nothing wrong with feeling sad, Becks. It shows you care.
I'd much rather have you feeling sad, and me try to make you happy, than you being ambivalent, and me not able to PENETRATE that "curtain".
I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere.
Your DAB
Take care,
Margaret/Mood