tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262435142011-08-30T18:09:03.935-05:00The Other Sister PersonThe Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1147691320685893652006-05-15T05:43:00.000-05:002006-05-15T06:08:40.746-05:00OOOOPS!At some earlier time I mentioned that I like to sing. Well, yesterday (Mothers' Day) I sang a solo in church. My first solo there. And after lots of prep and having it note perfect, I sang the wrong verse. As it's really not OK to stop and say "I'm just going to start over" I kept on going and the rest of the group just picked up from where I should have finished and all was well, but. JEEZEThe Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1146431594798731112006-04-30T16:12:00.000-05:002006-04-30T16:13:14.806-05:00My life is a soap opera, but...What a wonderful few days. Our family has just finished our first visit in about 4 years from my (now 17yo) step-daughter. This poor kid has lived most of her life in a pretty tough place. A mom who's borderline personality disordered, a particularly nasty way to be.http://www.nimh.nih.gov/publicat/bpd.cfm And a step father from a very hot place. As they have denied her visitation with us for The Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1146107100504505662006-04-26T21:51:00.000-05:002006-04-26T22:05:00.513-05:00Well It's OfficialAccording to the Social Security Administration I'm worth more dead than alive (on disability.) Sigh. Our government really knows how to make a girl feel valued.It seems like there is some sort of ironic message in the above about modern society and all that sort of dreck. But right now, no, probably never. It's just not me. I'll just have to stick to my usual screwy optimism and pass on theThe Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1145892155058864872006-04-24T10:17:00.000-05:002006-04-24T10:22:35.080-05:00Well It's OfficialAccording to the Social Security Administration I'm worth more dead than alive. My husband's spousal benefits would be more than I'd get if I was on disability. Hmmmph!Mind you neither eventuality is likely, I hope. My daughter has entered the blogger world. Pretty soon all the goyles in our family will take over. I love her description of herself, it's at http://zephyrsplace.blogspot.com/KiriThe Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1145889654201291672006-04-24T09:29:00.000-05:002006-04-24T09:40:54.216-05:00Well It's OfficialI'm worth more dead than alive. At least to the Social Security Administration. My husband would be able to get more claiming as my spouse if I died than I would get if I was disabled. Hmmmph!You know that email that makes the rounds periodically about whether H*** is exothermic or endothermic? We have another event that implies that it may have frozen over. My husband sorted his cassettes (The Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1145714998283975002006-04-22T08:01:00.000-05:002006-04-22T09:12:56.886-05:00Life outside the dementia zoneBlessed be I'm not at work! There are times I'm pretty sure that my "real life" is just a fantasy. Usually after I've been at work for 24 hours or more at a stretch. (Yes I do get to take naps, with a monitor next to me turned to high, but naps nonetheless.)My hobbies, which may understate how much I love them, are several, but needlework and singing are high on my list. Recently I began singing The Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1145539708981834912006-04-20T08:19:00.000-05:002006-04-20T08:28:28.990-05:00Here I am world!I'm a blog-baby. A new experience. In an hour I have to go off to work in the dementia zone. Thankfully only two people to take care of, not the dozen I'd have in a nursing home. I wonder what alternate reality we'll be in today. Will it be the "everybody is a thief and lier" universe or the "gracious lady" universe (my personal favorite) or perhaps the "poor, poor, pitiful me, I live in The Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1145204241814631372006-04-16T11:17:00.000-05:002006-04-16T11:17:21.816-05:00as the world turnsthe sisters arriveMathCogIdiocynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26243514.post-1145204137285476272006-04-16T11:15:00.000-05:002006-04-16T11:15:37.286-05:00hello worldjust a little testThe Other Sister Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06268167255498267234noreply@blogger.com0