Anonymous wrote:My MIL leaves notes for my FIL - like "Put the seat down, dick head" on the cabinet above the toilet.

Really embarrasses my DH, but always makes me laugh really hard.

That's hilarious. When I have to write notes for dh about obvious things I always want to write "dumb ass" at the end, but I don't do it. Maybe when I get older I won't be able to stop myself.

My FIL lives alone and he always has an industrial size jar of mayo in his fridge. It's the kind you would see in a restaurant or school kitchen. He rarely has anyone over and never for meals. How can he eat it all before it goes bad?

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Nothing crazy in parents' houses.

Sadly, it's my husband who's crazy: he has a hoarder mentality and keeps and eats expired foods as much as possible, as well as everything he's acquired even though we don't use it, because "it might come in useful some day".

I have been on a campaign these past few weeks to help him clean up and throw things away, but it's been an uphill battle. Three quarters of what should be thrown away he still wants to keep. The remaining quarter is waiting to be picked up by bulk trash appointment tomorrow!

I wonder where he gets it from??? His parents are not like this.

Sorry, PP. I take it he's not interested in professional help? Hoarders rarely get better without it.

Anonymous wrote:My dad's OCD/anxiety manifests itself by a desperate need to know something RIGHT NOW.

For example, if he cannot remember who directed a movie, the title of a book, etc., he'll Google it and jot it down somewhere. So there are little pieces of paper with things like "Brian DePalma" written on it scattered around.

This a new thing, the past couple of years. Not dementia-related. It drives my mom nuts.

With all due respect, it's just the beginning.

Nothing crazy in parents' houses.

Sadly, it's my husband who's crazy: he has a hoarder mentality and keeps and eats expired foods as much as possible, as well as everything he's acquired even though we don't use it, because "it might come in useful some day".

I have been on a campaign these past few weeks to help him clean up and throw things away, but it's been an uphill battle. Three quarters of what should be thrown away he still wants to keep. The remaining quarter is waiting to be picked up by bulk trash appointment tomorrow!

I wonder where he gets it from??? His parents are not like this.

My dad always gets a case of 'fancy beer' that he hauls out for when I visit - because he's a coors light man, and I like craft beers. This 'fancy beer' is actually Yeungling, which I don't even like. However, I went for one once in a pinch, and discovered that it was skunked.

Turns out, my dad just keeps putting all those beers in the fridge when I'll be in town, and then puts them all back in a box in the garage when I leave.

My MIL leaves notes for my FIL - like "Put the seat down, dick head" on the cabinet above the toilet.

Really embarrasses my DH, but always makes me laugh really hard.

My dad's OCD/anxiety manifests itself by a desperate need to know something RIGHT NOW.

For example, if he cannot remember who directed a movie, the title of a book, etc., he'll Google it and jot it down somewhere. So there are little pieces of paper with things like "Brian DePalma" written on it scattered around.

This a new thing, the past couple of years. Not dementia-related. It drives my mom nuts.

My MIL has sticky notes with phrases and short descriptions denoting what is inside. On ever cabinet, every drawer, every closet. Before anyone asks: they live very rural and don't have friends or other relatives over, or if they do it's barely once per year (I guess the only time it come sin handy). They have lived in the house for decades. I have been to their house countless times. Everyone knows where everything is. They're in their late 50s/early 60s, so no dementia diagnoses. It just looks so funny with stickies everywhere!

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Anonymous wrote:my dad was on a work trip in the middle east and "lived" the ass washing hose in the bathrooms he saw there. he had one installed in every bathroom in my parents ' house. it's a removable shower head on the side of the toilet with hot and cold water.

That actually sounds awesome. I'd like to have something like that, a handheld bidet.

awesome +++

It can be very messy if you don't know how to use it. Oh, the stories I could tell you of entering a bathroom stall in a mall in the ME to see water sloshed all over the floor.

Best to get one of the Japanese toilets that do the work for you. Now that is fabulous.

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Anonymous wrote:my dad was on a work trip in the middle east and "lived" the ass washing hose in the bathrooms he saw there. he had one installed in every bathroom in my parents ' house. it's a removable shower head on the side of the toilet with hot and cold water.

That actually sounds awesome. I'd like to have something like that, a handheld bidet.

awesome +++

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Anonymous wrote:My mother saves plastic takeout containers. Washed and neatly stacked, but hundreds of them.

My MIL brings her favorite chickens inside when she's had too much to drink.

Omg. This one might win.

LOL - She sounds awesome.

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Anonymous wrote:If your mom.us a good cook than she can assess the meat without looking at the expiration date. What is sanitizing countertops?
Nothing is wrong with the old stuff. I prefer lettuce with nothing as my "salad".
There are studies about expired medications, in most cases they are okay. I probably have expired sauces and milk in my fridge because I didn't buy them and I don't use them, but somebody bought them for thanksgiving.

30+ year old medication is not ok. A few years yes. But there is a limit. So you have never heard of Salmanella? That is why you sanitize areas that have been in contact with raw meat. So throw the expired milk/sauces away. What are you keeping gross expired stuff for? Just because someone else brought them doesn’t mean you have to keep them rotting in your fridge.

Google is your friend. Look for the study conducted by the Food and Drug Administration at the request of the military. Expiration date is a manufacturer guarantee of the effectiveness not the actual effectiveness or safety.

Sure. But food and drugs expire eventually. They are not good forever. Are you also the kind of person that scoops the mold out of food and eats the rest?

Depends on the food.

Veg mold is ok. Meat mold not so much. Fish mold is really bad. Cooking thru doesn't help with fish. It makes meat edible if you cook it for a day. You can eat moldy veg as-is. However, there is a reason it all tastes horrible. Real yogurt does not expire, it just gets more and more sour. Moldy cheese is the best but it's an acquired taste.

My FIL shits in the living room. He is somewhat (but not totally) immobile. He can make it to the toilet but just doesn't bother. So he has a hospital shit-chair in the living. I am pressured by my DW to chat with him and while FIL is a nice guy and I enjoy our chats, that shit-chair and the unavoidable smell is unbearable. He will nit budge (his daughters are very protective and try to maximize his comfort) nor will he have his shit-chair removed during our visits, because "just-in-case".

Anonymous wrote:My mom doesn't wash greasy pans. For instance, she'll fry an egg, and the put the frying pan back in the oven (where she stores all of her pans).

Is it a skillet?

Lots of people don't wash skillets, it's a thing.

What is it with older people not caring about their house? I don’t mean cleaning etc...I mean like actually having it look nice and doing maintenance?

I think they don't "see" what others see. It's also depends on how they view their house. For some as long as there is some semblance of a roof, it's okay. For other's their home must be magazine worthy. As for crazy things my in laws have my answer is everything! They're hoarders.

My mom refuses to buy trash bags. Your only choice is the little bags from the grocery store. I'm one five kids so the last time everyone was up I bought garbage bags. She blew her lid and said I disrupting her system. Holy crap we had fourteen people at the house.