Friday, June 13, 2008

Alzheimers And Outbursts

So you may remember my last post. . .I'm glad you do because I have forgot it already. Let me see, oh yeah! I had an apparent and unidentifiable outburst when my road rage reared it's ugly head the other day. That outburst involved me calling the other driver "Dickweed" as my hubby carried on a phone conversation with a leader in our Church Ward. It wasn't until I read the comments from that post that the source of such a "D" outburst from my mouth came to light.

You see, it was probably only a week earlier that my sister Angel had told me about a funny experience she had happen. She is in charge of having activities for pre-teen girls from church. In this group there are a couple of sisters, who's parents are quite religious. One of the girls blurted out her sorrow to Angel over the loss of Angel's son Colton. The other sister gave the loud mouth a quick nasty kick under the table and a glare indicating that they weren't supposed to say anything! After a moment of awkwardness, the girls suggested to Angel that they knew just how she felt. They had ALSO suffered a loss. They continued with "Yeah, our Grandma's cat Dickweed died and we had to lay him to rest too!" This revelation didn't stop with saying the beloved cat's name just once and they managed to say Dickweed over and over as they discussed Grandma's cat. Never once did they change the expression to indicate they thought the name was funny, vulgar, crude, silly or anything else.

Angel imagines the girls parents would probably FREAK at the thought of the conversation that ensued if they only knew. And way to go granny for pushing the envelope and corrupting the youth without them even knowing! As for me? Yeah, my Alzheimer's had apparently already taken over and I had forgot the funny story but somehow in my head retained that great word! I have selective Alzheimer's and I keep the good stuff stored up there somewhere for a moment like that! Yep, I can rattle off a bunch of funny stories about bodily functions and other useless crap like that. (no pun intended:) Ask me anything with substance and I have to plead the fifth. . . only because I can't come up with a darn thing. I may just get frustrated and call you some crazy name. . . only to then question where THAT came from and start this whole crazy process over again! *Sigh!

8 comments:

PJ said...

Ha, what a funny grandma to name her cat that! I don't know if I would have been able to contain my laughter.

Alice said...

I have the worst mouth of anyone I know and even I wouldn't name my cat Dickweed. I wonder if there is a story behing that.

Lola said...

What Alzheimers?? Who ate my candy bar!!??

Lynsey Lou knee deep in poo said...

Poor Dickweed I cant imagine what grandma had to go through to lay her beloved Dickweed to rest. I love that story how inocent those girls were to think that Dickweed and Colton were so simular.

Neil said...

That word is making it's way onto other blogs...Thanks Di for corrupting the whole blogging world!! wacky.....MUM

Jen said...

I bet that cat's name was actually Dillweed or something and it just acquired that nickname from a nasty grandson. Boys are good at that.

ELASTICWAISTBANDLADY said...

Okay, so a friend of mine had a dog named Hercules. Hercules got loose and she asked me to help her find him. We walked up and down the street yelling "Hercules!" An old lasy on her porch called us over and said, "What did you girls say?" We told her we were looking for a dog named Hercules. The lady started laughing and said, "Oh my I thought you girls were screaming HERPES! all this time."

A dog named Herpes.

ELASTICWAISTBANDLADY said...

In my horrible mind I keep thinking of pulling weeds combined with Dickweed. Pulling Dickweed. Very bad.