April Fool’s Day is a cultural custom that has been going on for hundreds of years. Over the years, mixed feelings are felt by all.
– one can be creative
– one can be innovative
– laughter is good for one’s health
– can be dangerous
– can be taken the wrong way
Here’s an idea for you to try …
To make Fake Vomit you will need:
1. A glass of water
2. About 4 Arrowroot biscuits
3. A plastic Ziplock bag
Note – you can put less water if you want the mixture to be more thick. Just wait until the biscuits become really soggy.
What to do:
Use your hand to crush the wet biscuits together. Mix them until they look like vomit.
Presto! It’s ready to use.
When my daughter was a little girl … heck, it all started when she was still a baby! I remember going to a lot of trouble to plan each birthday celebration. In reality, we had 3 birthday parties: 1 for her friends, 1 for the family, and 1 just for us (mom/dad/baby). As my daughter became of school age, it turned into 4 parties: 1 for her friends, 1 for the family, 1 for the classroom, and 1 just for us (mom/child).
Each party couldn’t be simple (oh no); each party had to have a theme! Then I had to colour coordinate it, and have appropriate music that would match the theme! Oh it was very tiring to plan each party.
Fast forward to present day, my daughter will be 17 this Wednesday. While I don’t have to worry so much about planning the party, I’m no longer enjoying them as much either. This year, I’m not allowed to be present at the party; I can be home but just not around her and her friends.
In reality, I’m totally fine with that. The reason why birthdays aren’t as much fun as they use to be is because I see my daughter growing up before my eyes. Quite possibly, this may be the last birthday party that she’ll want me to be a part of.
Watching my daughter become a year older, every year, is bitter-sweet for me. I’m sure it’s bitter-sweet for every mother.
baby girl; I love you so much!
Tieing up my mother’s loose ends (due to my mom’s Alzheimer’s) seems to be all that I’ve been focussed on lately. It has been a daunting task that has been triggering memories and emotions.
Two weeks ago, I was extremely lucky. My brother from Vancouver, drove out to stay with me and give me a hand. That week, our life was: we woke up, put in 8-10 hrs (sometimes more) at my mom’s house, and then returned to my house to sleep. At the end of each day we were exhausted … completely exhausted.
Since we were keeping up this routine; for about 8 days, my brother and I have been beat down and hard. Our mom is alive but it feels like she has died because we were throwing out all of her possessions! She won’t be returning to her home so there’s no need to keep all of her “stuff”.
It’s actually quite sad what life can turn into. Only now do I understand how much stuff is worth … absolutely nothing. It’s just stuff.
My brother and I had a tough time; at first, to throw out my mom’s stuff in the bins we had delivered. It didn’t take long to pick up momentum though. While we did occasionally stop to look at an item or two, and go down memory lane, the only items we really kept were pictures.
Walking through my mom’s now 3/4 empty house, I feel awkward. I feel guilty. I feel like I have violated my mom. All that stuff belonged to her and we just threw it all in the garbage!
Did we have the right to do so? Were we disrespectful?
To be perfectly honest, I don’t know how I feel. I’m exhausted and I feel numb.