Fio's been reading about the Islamist protesters being mowed down in Egypt and thinking that's the way they do it in Arab countries. Life is cheap over there.
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During a recent check-up at her plastic surgeon's office, Fiorella asked him
what had happened to the skin cut off during facelifts. He said it's put in a container and shipped off for disposal--incineration. How interesting. Part of Fiorella has
already been cremated.
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It must be hard to be a dog and not quite understand how everything works, but maybe God feels the same sympathy toward us.
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Everywhere in the house Fio goes, she is picking up and throwing away. She may have too much stuff, but there's no way she's going to let herself end up on Hoarders.
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Casey Anthony, George Zimmerman. . . .even back to OJ Simpson. Enough said.
Showing posts with label Hoarders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hoarders. Show all posts
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Overstuffed
Fiorella has gotten hooked on Hoarders. Viewing the messes people make is like rubbernecking at a car wreck, but without the mayhem because hoarding is a passive exercise. But, as in a car wreck, there are victims. The perpetrators usually aren't too concerned about the scene they've created, but their friends and relatives are.
Some people are collectors--of dolls, junk, animals, beer cans, you name it. One woman had over 5000 dolls stuffed into her house. And some people never clean up or throw anything out--even dead animals, trash, the remains of meals.
Fio personally knew a woman who was an ardent acquirer. She had an entire bedroom dedicated to dolls. Unopened boxes lined the walls about six feet deep, and a huge mountain of naked baby dolls rose from the floor. The rest of her home was host to every other kind of collection imaginable. Everything was neat and clean, but visitors had to navigate narrow passageways to get from room to room. The scene was overwhelming--and scary.
Years ago, Fiorella volunteered to come over and help another woman diminish her pile of arts and crafts projects, a small start on a house overflowing with antiques and memorabilia. So what happened when Fio showed up at the woman's house? She discovered that the lady had gone out and bought several more arts and crafts projects for her and Fio to work on.
Fiorella currently knows a woman who can't throw away anything--ANYTHING--because it might be of use someday. Her house also is a labyrinth--and she doesn't understand why her grandchildren aren't allowed to visit.
And if Fiorella herself has known three hoarders, there must be millions more of them out there. How sad.
Some people are collectors--of dolls, junk, animals, beer cans, you name it. One woman had over 5000 dolls stuffed into her house. And some people never clean up or throw anything out--even dead animals, trash, the remains of meals.
Fio personally knew a woman who was an ardent acquirer. She had an entire bedroom dedicated to dolls. Unopened boxes lined the walls about six feet deep, and a huge mountain of naked baby dolls rose from the floor. The rest of her home was host to every other kind of collection imaginable. Everything was neat and clean, but visitors had to navigate narrow passageways to get from room to room. The scene was overwhelming--and scary.
Years ago, Fiorella volunteered to come over and help another woman diminish her pile of arts and crafts projects, a small start on a house overflowing with antiques and memorabilia. So what happened when Fio showed up at the woman's house? She discovered that the lady had gone out and bought several more arts and crafts projects for her and Fio to work on.
Fiorella currently knows a woman who can't throw away anything--ANYTHING--because it might be of use someday. Her house also is a labyrinth--and she doesn't understand why her grandchildren aren't allowed to visit.
And if Fiorella herself has known three hoarders, there must be millions more of them out there. How sad.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Hoarding--TV and Reality
Roloffs out, hoarders in. Yes, with the country dwarves on sabbatical, Fio is entertaining herself with a TV show called Hoarders on Monday nights. It features three different hoarding situations per episode, switching around for variety, suspense, and follow-up.
When Fio says "hoarding," she means obsessive/compulsive to the extreme: houses piled so full of things--JUNK--that their residents navigate by increasingly narrow paths, and some rooms are completely closed off. The the said residents can't bring themselves to let go of anything.
Talk about unsightly, smelly, dirty, and unsanitary!
Fio's seen a little of this sort of thing first-hand. Husband's late sister had the pathway thing going, although she did keep everything on the side clean and in neat stacks. His mother had the inclination, but kept it under control, being more of a collector. His aunt, though, was a hoarder.
Fio visited Aunt and her husband in their small duplex once and was goggle-eyed at the piles of stuff sitting around. Being Fio, she wanted to help remedy the situation so she volunteered to visit Aunt later in the week and help her with some of the boxes of crafts projects she had piled up on the kitchen counter. Fio's idea was to paint and weave and whatever so the kits could then be tossed. But when she returned to Aunt's house, that good woman greeted her with the news that she had gone out and bought even more crafts projects for them to work on together. Fio spent the whole afternoon just paring Aunt's inventory down to its original stack.
It was Aunt's own private midden and she wanted to keep it that way.
When Fio says "hoarding," she means obsessive/compulsive to the extreme: houses piled so full of things--JUNK--that their residents navigate by increasingly narrow paths, and some rooms are completely closed off. The the said residents can't bring themselves to let go of anything.
Talk about unsightly, smelly, dirty, and unsanitary!
Fio's seen a little of this sort of thing first-hand. Husband's late sister had the pathway thing going, although she did keep everything on the side clean and in neat stacks. His mother had the inclination, but kept it under control, being more of a collector. His aunt, though, was a hoarder.
Fio visited Aunt and her husband in their small duplex once and was goggle-eyed at the piles of stuff sitting around. Being Fio, she wanted to help remedy the situation so she volunteered to visit Aunt later in the week and help her with some of the boxes of crafts projects she had piled up on the kitchen counter. Fio's idea was to paint and weave and whatever so the kits could then be tossed. But when she returned to Aunt's house, that good woman greeted her with the news that she had gone out and bought even more crafts projects for them to work on together. Fio spent the whole afternoon just paring Aunt's inventory down to its original stack.
It was Aunt's own private midden and she wanted to keep it that way.
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