On a more positive note...

[Rich]

You mean you share your toys with others, how sweet

I wouldn't share my toys with children
who do you think I am, Whacko Jacko?

 

[dan-cat]

I wouldn't share my toys with children
who do you think I am, Whacko Jacko?

Yeuch, that's a tad bit more info than I needed

 

[Kraj]

I think I speak for us all when I say:

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!!!!

 

[KenHigg]

This one would

Is that a picture of Ricky?

 

[Rich]

Yeuch, that's a tad bit more info than I needed

What, being compared to Jacko?

 

[KenHigg]

Bank Account

Bank Account

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed
each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably coifed and
shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home
today.

His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he
smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.


As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual
description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had
been hung on his window.


"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having
just been presented with a new puppy.


"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied.


"Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my
room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how
I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. "It's a decision I
make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in
bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no
longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new
day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my
life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put
in.

So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the
bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory
bank. I am still depositing." Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

 

[jsanders]

Ken, you're a great man.

 

[ColinEssex]

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new
day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my
life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put
in.

Christ - I feel sick

In the UK that would be regarded as a typical American joke - it is isn't it? "Free your heart from hatred", "Live simply", "Give more"?? we wouldn't have enough sick bags to go around

I like the bit where the narrator makes a joke

"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."

He's going to have a long wait if he's blind

Whether I like my
room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged ... it's how
I arrange my mind.

wait till he walks into a table - he won't like it then


Col

 

[KenHigg]

Ken, you're a great man.

Ah -shucks... Just because I had the nerve to post an inspirational ditty...

 

[BarryMK]

Christ - I feel sick

In the UK that would be regarded as a typical American joke - it is isn't it? "Free your heart from hatred", "Live simply", "Give more"?? we wouldn't have enough sick bags to go around

Col

Perhaps we should all gather on the virtual front porch of the 'cooler around a table spread with a clean gingham cloth and tuck into some of Mom's apple pie washed down with a glass of buttermilk? Col will you lead the prayers?

Pass the barf bag someone!!!!

 

[selenau837]

I thought that was absolutly wonderful.

I figured all you older guys would enjoy it. I don't know why y'all are whining over it so. I mean in a few years y'all will be there as well.....

*ducks and runs for cover*

 

[KenHigg]

Apple pie and buttermilk... Leave it to the Brits to muck it up...

 

[selenau837]

Apple pie and buttermilk... Leave it to the Brits to muck it up...

Ahh, I see you dodged the old man comments I made. *walks back out, no longer worried*

Yes it is Apple Pie and Ice Cold Milk....Yummy...yummy...

Butter Milk is nasty....

 

[KenHigg]

In the summer time it's apple pie and spoon of vanilla ice cream, in the winter, apple pie and a cup of black coffee...

(You said 'older' , not 'old' )

 

[selenau837]

In the summer time it's apple pie and spoon of vanilla ice cream, in the winter, apple pie and a cup of black coffee...

(You said 'older' , not 'old' )

Need icecream and Ice Cold milk.

Winter time, Ice cold milk and icecream as well.

I love Warm Apple pie......*purrsss*


Opps, I ment to say old.

 

[KenHigg]

Perhaps we should all gather on the virtual front porch of the 'cooler around a table spread with a clean gingham cloth and tuck into some of Mom's apple pie washed down with a glass of buttermilk? Col will you lead the prayers?

Pass the barf bag someone!!!!

Or we could sit around and complain about what the other guys are doing wrong...

Pass the bun-bag someone!!!!

(Of course in light of Col being a little 'skittish', maybe we should take the advice of the 'caution' note and do a little training... )

 

[Rich]

Need icecream and Ice Cold milk.

Winter time, Ice cold milk and icecream as well.

I love Warm Apple pie......*purrsss*


Opps, I ment to say old.

Old apple pie, old milk, old icecream ?

 

[KenHigg]

Old apple pie, old milk, old icecream ?

Us old guys will eat about anything the ladies put in front of us

 

[selenau837]

Old apple pie, old milk, old icecream ?

I was refering to y'all being old....not the apple pie, icecream and milk silly boy

 

[Rich]

I was refering to y'all being old....

Heavenly music is best played on old equipment