Peep this email my mom forwarded to me from the Queen Bee at the assisted/independent living building my grandparents moved into. They lived through the Holocaust… Give them a break.

After I read this, all i could think of was Jay-Z…, “can I live!?!” I asked my grandfather about it. And as he’s always told me wisely, “there are more than 2 sides to a story.” True.

—–Original Message—–
From: “G, Merrie ” [xxxxxx@xxxxxxxxcom]
Date: 08/25/2009 12:37 PM
To: “Susan Cohen” , “LILI gross” <>
Subject: Fwd: need of your assistance

Hi Susan and Lili,

We are having an issue that seems to be getting a bit out of hand and I need your help – we have a resident here in our assisted living who is in a wheelchair with Parkinson’s. Robert and Ruth are making an issue of not wanting to have to “look at her” while they are in the dining room. I got a report from the dining room coordinator that last night at dinner when this resident was brought into the dining room, your folks made a production of getting up and moving to a different table, because the staff would not seat her in the back of the room away from them. Robert said it made him physically ill to have to eat in there with her.

The dining room is for all of our residents in IL and AL to enjoy, and this woman is certainly “with it” enough to know what is going on around her – I am afraid that this is going to cause some emotional distress for her, as well as her family who are counting on us to provide a nurturing environment for their mother.
I would like any advice from you on how to get this message across to Robert and Ruth so that they understand that all of our residents are entitled to be treated with dignity and respect. We are all happy that your parents are starting to enjoy their daily lives here and the activities – we just need to make sure everyone is getting along.

I appreciate any feedback you may be able to offer. Thanks so much!

xxxx

Executive Director
xxxxxxx Westwood
xxxxx Wilshire Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 900xx
310-555-5555
Fax: 310-xxx-xxxxx

Whoa! Talk about accessorize.  When mom-dukes comes with it, does she ever.  Mrs. Gross looks propper, rocking these old school wu-tang color way killa bee yellow/black nike high tops and Eli, a maltese/poodle aka malty poo you could just eat for dinner.  When Skyler and I bought the Nike jawns for her on Mother’s Day, we were disappointed only to learn they barely saw the light of day, however, they’ve recently made a couple street appearances.
After being dropped off at work, my mom shouted “Hey, call me sometime!”  only to have a dude 20 years younger than her roll up and holler at her, “Hey Miss, I’ll call you if that punk doesn’t!”  WHAT!?!?! THAT’S MY MOM, FOOOOOOOL!!!

Yeah, it’s Valentine’s day, and I’m inside writing.  In this apropos Vday video Nani drops knowledge on hos and how a piece of string cheese was enough to get you laid in the Old World… (Poland)