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quote:Absolut_Brian came out of the closet to say: She'll probably just end up buying it again.
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holy loving poo poo, your mom and you should be on Jerry Springer!!
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:36 |
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quote:Scubaseppy came out of the closet to say: He could just have sex in the shower. It's not like there are any boxes in thoh shi
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:36 |
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This thread delivers. I'd go crazy myself if I had to live in a house like that. So - your mum buys stuff only to put it in a box and never see it again? Does she work? Is she a normal person apart from the collecting things mania?
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:38 |
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Good God--as someone mentioned earlier, one fire and GAME OVER. Not just for the eBay stuff, but for you as well unless you've figured out quick escape routes between boxes in the event of an emergency. Thanks for sharing though--hilarious pictures.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:38 |
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quote:Knormal came out of the closet to say: (not stalker)
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:39 |
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I've got someone in my family who is the same way, only a lot worse. The images I've seen in pictures and firsthand are pretty harrowing and certainly mind boggling. The way some people can live and not seek change is amazing. Unfortunately hoarding and animal hoarding gets worse with age, so without help, your mother is only going to go downhill. Plus they people who suffer from those disorders get much faster and skilled at it, so if say she makes that house completely unliverable and has to move, she could junk the new place up a lot faster. She doesn't look as destructive as the relative I have, though.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:40 |
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dudes, what's your moms feedback on ebay? I'd guess 2913.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:43 |
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your mom should hang out with my mom (who is similarly crazy but poor).
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:43 |
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quote:Livestock came out of the closet to say: ??? how could it be that much worse?
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:43 |
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You should submit her to Queer Eye for the Pig Stye. They'd send a herd of fags* over to your place to decorate. * homos** ** me no gay p.s. - sorry about your living conditions.. luckily the crazy lady in my life ain't of the messy variety p.p.s - But did you get head?
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:44 |
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Tell her inmmates run E-bay. Problem solved. Or instill conspiracy theories in her head. "This text is in my profile to validate the fact that I, the registrant, desire to joing goonsquad on eRO."
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:45 |
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Being a pretty devout minimalist when it coes to my home decor. THIS THREAD MAKES ME WEEP.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:45 |
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 BTW - voted 5.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:45 |
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Wow. I think your mum's a hoarder. The thing that got me was the fact that she used her bed as storage... and slept on the long chair thing. THAT alone would drive me insane. I don't know how she can do that.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:45 |
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I don’t know if I should be impressed or scared that some of it will fall on you one day. What is in all those Xerox boxes? Dead things?
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:46 |
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quote:RottenPoorHome came out of the closet to say: Not taking care of the dozens of animals you hoard, not cleaning up after yourself or them, not noticing when one dies under a mountain of junk and begins to rot. Scary stuff.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:47 |
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My grandfather is a little like that, he has hoarded enough junk to fill seven sheds. His best collection is his saucers, he has well over 4000 at last count. However, all his junk lives outside the house, so he isn't anywhere near as nutty as your mother. I've got a few pictures i can put up if anyone cares.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:49 |
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I will never again complain about my mother's hoarding of "antiques". Although granted, most of them are actually somewhat old and she does own an antique store, but dammit, there used to be a couch here. I WANT MY COUCH BACK, MOM.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:52 |
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Wow. Just. Wow. Ok, I lied, supposedly one of my friends mothers has a house like this, only it has an active rat infestation due to the rotting contents buried under years of consumption. I must go see this first hand! Thank you for sharing. Your sense of humor in the first post is perfect. (You earned a gold star.)
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:55 |
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Holy loving poo poo your mom is INSANE. Something for you to ponder- just imagine how many god drat bugs and spiders and all kinds of crazy new species are growing in some of those boxes, especially in the garage. poo poo
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:56 |
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Holy loving poo poo. My mother saves strange things like bolts upon bolts of fabric she will never use and tax forms from 1967 but jesus, this blows every packrat I have ever met out of the water. Voting 5 as we speak.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:56 |
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How the gently caress can people say "it's her house, let her do what she wants"? I mean, seriously, noone can seriously think that this is the way she wants to live. Not to speak that it is hell for anyone who lives with her. You wouldn't let your girlfriend starve to death if she was anorexic, would you? I know this isn't lethal but it still sounds as if it was destroying her life. I know she probably won't accept that, but I think you should try about everything possible to get her out of that. That being said, this was really awful and awesome at the same moment.. Hard to imagine anyone can live in that house without going mad.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:57 |
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Jesus christ...why did you decide to move back? Personally, I wouldn't be able to stand trying to move around in there. Get your own place again STAT. Kiss your chances of getting/bringing a girlfriend over there too, they'd prolly freak. Hope the place doesn't go up in flames.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:59 |
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My girlfriend's grandparents have a garage that you literally cannot enter because its so full, and yet, this still beats that by a long shot! Thats actually really creepy in a way.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 09:59 |
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Ouch. Just looking at that makes me cringe. Either resell it on ebay or donate to Goodwill or Salvation Army. Just take a box with you each time you go to class. Either that or you can contact the people on Clean Sweep (TLC). They go to people's houses and organize making them sell or throw away things they don't need. But it looks like that place is quickly reaching critical mass. What's going to happen when there's no more space?
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:01 |
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Whenever people post threads about their parents being "insane" or "crazy" or "nutty" I usually come in and find that said parents are in fact normal. YOUR MOTHER IS A loving NUT BAR. I'd flip my lid trying to live there. She's got a serious problem.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:01 |
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Remember the time Integral made the front page article whining (read: lying) about how "crazy" her parents were? How her mom must surely be batshit insane for filling some shelves with little trinkets? Well, your mom kicks her mom's rear end in the sheer lunacy department. My advice: MOVE OUT RIGHT NOW. DON'T WAIT. GET THE gently caress OUT OF THERE BEFORE YOU CATCH THE CRAZY.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:03 |
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Voted 5 because this post is a great example of storytelling via slideshow.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:04 |
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holy crap, thats totally nuts. can you show her this thread and have her type a response justifying her lifestyle? that probably wouldnt work. maybe you could open a few random boxes and take some pictures? i'm just really curious and want more info.
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:04 |
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quote:Livestock came out of the closet to say: LOOK WHO COMES CRAAAAAAAAWLING BACK.
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quote:Scubaseppy came out of the closet to say: quote:Kiko came out of the closet to say: quote:Livestock came out of the closet to say: quote:aaronp came out of the closet to say:
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:04 |
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Reminds me of my room. I'm 18, I had my mom clean it and throw everything out because I can't throw things out generally. I knew also I woulden't miss anything if thrown out, so I had her throw everything out. I don't have money to waste though, so my house/place of living will never become THAT cluttered with...stuff..and things. Also, I did want to take out my bed and out it in the garage to make room for more stuff in my room, but she wouldent let me :(
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quote:RottenPoorHome came out of the closet to say: quote:Livestock came out of the closet to say: This looked exactly like my grandmother's (paternal) house. It was about at this stage when my grandfather had to be put in a home, and it only worsened as the next couple of years went by. To top it all off, my grandma was a cat lady. She had something like 6 cats at one point, as well as this old poodle. It was so old it was getting skin cancer (or something equally disgusting) and she would pick lesions off its skin. This would cause bleeding and scabs, which she would later pick off again. The only reason the dog didn't resist was because it was older than me (16, at the time) and was barely alive at all. Thankfully, my dad finally just took it to the vet one day while my mother, sister and I went shopping with her, and "mysteriously" the dog didn't return. As for the cats, she would sometimes go for days without feeding them, or feed them too much. Eventually, she took to feeding them on the dining room table. They crapped all over and it was a mess. We could no longer eat there when we visited, unless we did so outside. For a year or two, she had a live-in nurse (or whatever you'd call an assisted living person) and things improved. Then the day came when she finally had to be put in the home with my grandpa. We were now left with a house chock full of all sorts of crap and a half dozen cats that hated all human contact and hid or attacked us on demand. Our first priority was catching the cats so we could get to work cleaning out the house. One of the cats was grossly overweight, and literally had to drag itself from place to place. It had no fur on it's underside from all the friction. That one was easy to capture. As for the rest, they just ran away, but since my dad's a state park ranger, he had access to non-lethal traps and we loaded them up and put them in the house. When we'd captured the other five, we gave them all to the animal shelter, but God only knows what became of the drat things. All was well, and we began moving through the house, picking through as much as we could in hopes of finding valuable items. Aside from some very nice Hitchcock furniture, we did find some old first-edition books (she was a librarian) and an exquisite slate pool table in the basement, but much of what we found was just useless trinkets or outright trash. She also had a collection of dozens of dolls, both traditional dolls and paper ones, which were all labeled as being for my younger sister on such and such a date for various holidays and birthdays. Since she had forgotten about them, my sister hadn't gotten any of the dolls for years. One of her favorite activities was apparently collecting small plastic bags. These would be placed in larger and larger bags, running up through ziplock and grocery bags, all the way up to trash bags. Having reached the limits of plastic, this mass of plastic bags was then stuffed in paper sacks. These would alternately be placed in cardboard boxes or canvas bags. The best part was going through every single bag, because we couldn't be sure if she had stowed money in there for "safe-keeping" or some equally nutty scheme. We literally rented a dumpster when we were cleaning this place out, but what made it scarier was it was a tiny little house (1,000 sq. ft. AT MOST), sitting on a plot perhaps twice its size. How all that stuff fit in there, we will never know. Then came the topper. As we moved through the house, we entered my dad's childhood room upstairs. Something wasn't quite right, though. There was this odd stench permeating the air, even more malodorous than what could be encountered through the rest of the house. As I stepped around the bed, I was greeted by a horrendously-clawed mattress; much of the lower bed had been shredded to bits. The culprit was lying nearby, in the form of a dead cat. Apparently, there were seven. The poor thing had starved/dehydrated in that little room. While we had visited the house every single day, there had been no noise or any other sign that we should check the room before then. The cat had been so afraid of human contact that it had hid itself rather than be rescued, which would explain why we had never really seen it before, either. It was simultaneously funny because of the irony, and really sad because it was the final indicator of how weird my grandma had been.
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quote:Knormal came out of the closet to say: So why don't you move? "Too lazy" seems like a pretty strange excuse, considering how lovely that living environment must be. Or maybe you don't really mind the clutter? I just don't understand how someone could voluntarily live in that house.
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Why do women over the age of 40 accumulate so much poo poo? That is insane. I hope you don't have any pets. Was she extremely poor growing up or has she always been materialistic?
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:11 |
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Please please please please post your mother's ebay id, I'm dying to find out what her feedback rating looks like.
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quote:Jadaris came out of the closet to say: Oh, yea. I second this as well. ----------------
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| # ? Dec 15, 2003 10:22 |
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I have an aunt who's like that except 1. She keeps most of her stuff in plastic grocery bags 2. She doesn't use ebay because she wouldn't know how to turn a computer on 3. She changes apartment every year because she always gets trouble with the neighbors (yes she carries EVERYTHING, no I have never helped move the stuff, but it must be pretty sad) 4. She's unemployed since forever Fortunately she doesn't have kids or anything like that. Also, you need to burn that place to the ground before it's too late. Seriously.
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There was an old lady who used to go to my church before she died who showed the same behavior. I was only ever in her house once, but it was exactly the same(I went there with my mother because the lady wanted some sewing done and my Mom didn't want to go in alone). Boxes filled the entire place with very narrow paths that lead through the living room to the bathroom and to her bedroom. There were mouse/rat feces laying about that couldn't be cleaned. You couldn't even move boxes to get to walls so it just kept on getting dirtier and dirtier. Spiders, cockroaches, and centipedes could be seen just by walking back to the bedroom. There was apparently a leak in the roof somewhere because part of the ceiling had fungus/mildew sprouting on it. The windows were all covered as well which made the air feel very tight and oppressive - God only knows how much bacteria was floating around in the air there. I was frightened that if I knocked over any boxes I would be swarmed by cockroaches or attacked by rats. She died recently, I think my old Pastor found her body when he went to check on her because nobody had been in contact with her for a week or so. Don't let your mom get to this point. Seriously. You should have a straight talk with her and directly ask when some of the boxes will be removed. If she doesn't give you a concrete answer then you should start disposing of the stuff, even if it takes a couple of weeks and leads to fighting with your mother, in the interest of her health.
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