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It’s a Hard Rock Life

5 Jun

I found an old notebook from my first couple years as an activity director, where I would jot down one-liners, memorable moments, or reflections from my work experience.  Let’s just say that I was laughing for the majority of the evening after finding this gem, especially as I read one-liners from my most favorite male resident of all time.  His name was Tony, and he was a dirty old New Yorker with a heart of gold.  Imagine his delight when a 23-year old girl took over as the activity coordinator for his nursing care unit.  His wife lived one floor down in assisted living, but this didn’t stop him from offering me a ride on his lap every time we walked down the hall together.  Luckily, his wife had a bit of dementia and found it quite amusing as well.  Just to be clear, as tired as I was some days, I never accepted.

One of my favorite Tony-isms occurred during a game of bingo.  He was always making the ladies blush with his compliments and winks, but he really outdid himself on this particular occasion.  A daughter of a resident was visiting and standing beside her mom to assist her with bingo.  I noticed that Tony kept looking at the daughter’s Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt and then back at me with raised eyebrows.  He then proceeded to put his hands in the air toward the woman, while turning them like doorknobs, and said, “Hard as Rocks, eh? Prove it to me.”

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It reminded me a lot of the “Tune in Tokyo” scene from Girls Just Want to Have Fun.

Por favor?

24 May

We have a resident who is notorious for her terrible hearing and she’s the first to admit it.  On top of her hearing impairment, she often misconstrues what she is being told by assuming the person is saying what she thinks they might say, which is rarely the case.  For example:

Resident: “Do you think you could pick me up some floss the next time you go the store?”

Jaclyn: “Yes, but I probably won’t be going to the store until Friday.”

Resident: “So what you’re saying is that I have to wait for the van driver to take me to the store next week to pick up my own floss?”

It happens on a daily basis.  But this resident always finds a way to make me laugh without even trying.  I overheard a conversation in the hallway yesterday morning between this resident and a housekeeper whose English is somewhat limited. The resident went on a long tangent that sounded something like this: “I spilled cranberry juice on the floor of my room and it’s all sticky, and the maintenance man told me that I shouldn’t have food or drink in my room, and I don’t know what to do about the juice on my floor, but do you think you could mop it up?”  This was followed by three seconds of silence and I found myself imagining the housekeeper’s puzzled face when I heard a quiet “Por favor?” from the resident. Yes, that’ll do it.

She then called into my office from the doorway as she always does: “HELLO? IS ANYONE FROM ACTIVITIES IN THERE?” I quickly yelled, “YES, COME ON IN!” and she says to herself, “I guess nobody’s home….”, and this is when I scoot out from my desk and wave my hand at her to come into the office.  Every. single. time.  This was our conversation yesterday:

Jaclyn: “What can I do for you?”

Resident: “I am working on a project that would require some real adult scissors and glue.”

Jaclyn: “Sounds good.  I’d be happy to let you borrow some real adult scissors and glue.”

Resident: “Thank you.”

Jaclyn: “Do you need the scissors and glue right now?”

Resident: “No, I’ll be here all day.”

Jaclyn: “Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

(She wheels back in 30 seconds later)

Resident: “Would it be okay for me to use the scissors right now?”

And so the story goes…

TACOS!

10 May

mexToday, I introduce you to Ethel.  HIPAA, before you get your panties in a bunch, I assure you that’s not her real name.  Ethel is a one-of-a-kind resident.  She is vibrant, animated, stylish, the life of the party, and has the short term memory of a candy bar.  I love her.  I love walking by her and hearing her say, “Ooh honey, what a beautiful necklace”, and then walking back by her 20 seconds later and hearing, “Ooh honey, what a beautiful necklace”.  She will make anyone’s day.  I love that she spends the day in pink pajamas with perfectly applied makeup and a pair of beautiful purple earrings dangling from her ears.  She is quite the fashionista.  I love that she knows all the lyrics to every Spanish song ever written and calls out “Ay ay!” between verses.  Needless to say, Ethel adds a lot of entertainment to our little community.

Our music therapist led a session yesterday with a “Fiesta” theme.  Considering our population is predominantly Hispanic, this really was quite the fiesta!  Especially for Ethel, who loves to sing and dance.  In between songs, our music therapist likes to get the residents talking and reminiscing, which is always therapeutic for them and fun for us.  She started off by asking the residents what comes to mind when they think of Mexico.  Right off the bat:  “Tacos!”, “Enchiladas!”, “Cerveza!”, “Tamales!”, “Tequila!”, “Burritos!”… yes, I heart Mexico. We all laughed and the music therapist tried to get them to think past the food and drink of the culture.  This is how the session went:

Music Therapist: “What country does Mexico border?”

Ethel: “TAMALES!”

Music Therapist: “What separates the United States from Mexico?”

Ethel: “TACOS!”

Music Therapist: “What is the weather like in Mexico?”

Ethel: “ENCHILADAS!”

Music Therapist: “What do people often have at birthday parties in Mexico ?”

Ethel: “TAMALES!”

The other residents helped her out and would chime in with the correct answers, but Ethel never got off the food kick.  She shouted out each answer with such energy and conviction.  It was one of the best music therapy sessions I’ve ever attended.

And little does Ethel know, tacos actually bring the U.S. and Mexico together.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

14 Feb

We promise to get back to blogging somewhat regularly soon, but to tide you over until that actually happens… a few funny valentine cards.

Happy Valentine’s Day from Lauerland!

Happy Valentine's Day from Lauerland (and Meat Loaf)! Lauerland: Happy Valentine's Day! Ha! Happy Valentine's Day from Lauerland!

Can't believe how much I'm not sick of you... Happy Valentine's Day from Lauerland!

Charlie says…

3 Jan

So how many pounds did everybody gain over the holidays?

Every time my mom picks up a Christmas cookie for breakfast, I give her this look…funny faceI call it my dead eyes judgement face…. and I think it’s working.

Christmas “Spirit”

12 Dec

Anyone else familiar with this exercise routine?

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And on that note, here’s a great link to 50 wines under $20… now you can exercise AND save money.

http://www.foodandwine.com/articles/50-wines-you-can-always-trust

Cheers!

Hair

8 Dec

Sometimes I like to imagine myself in a world where I’m not being
berated by the person cutting my hair. Perhaps, “Wow, it’s really
really fine” would be replaced by “I’ve never felt such soft hair!” or
“Can I top off your champagne?”… Call me crazy, but someday I’d like
to be wealthy enough to pay to have a stylist lie to me. I know my
hair is fine, thin and lifeless, thankyouverymuch. And, no I have
not ‘treated’ it in awhile which is why I have roots the size of Texas
(no offense, lonestar) and split ends for days. I’m pretty much only
getting a haircut today because I didn’t feel like washing and drying my own hair. It’s exhausting; all for the same end result- thin and lifeless.

Of course, I didn’t say any of this. I even politely nodded when he
exclaimed, “No body! No body at all!” while trying to give my hair some shape with a round brush and a hair dryer. I almost apologized. This was clearly traumatic for him.

After a few more mumblings and an apology for pulling my hair (it was
my fault because my hair was too fine for a detangler) he turned me to
the mirror and to my surprise he actually gave me a great cut. It has
movement, bounce, dare I say, LIFE?? I was visibly happy even as he
closed with, “Well, we did the best we could, right?”

We did. Yes, we did.

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