I asked this question on Facebook earlier today…If I had biscotti with my coffee this morning does that mean I had cookies for breakfast?
Dec 31, 2011
YOU DECIDE???
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 24, 2011
WATCH OUT MCDONALDS
Did you ever have an Auntie Mame? You know what I mean. The wild, madcap Aunt. The fun Aunt.
I did.
My darling Aunt Gertie. I hadn't seen her in many, many years but it seems like just last week she had me laughing my head off.
She would make you put on wigs and act silly. She would drive like a maniac down the highway yelling at the top of her lungs "Watch out McDonalds" (taken from an old tv commercial)
She would dress in the most....interesting ways and we always wondered what she would have on when she was coming over.
Her sense of humour was quick and saucy. I can't even repeat here some of the stuff she said on here but I will tell those stories for years to come.
So with a sad heart I say goodbye to my mother's sister more commonly known with love in our family as Dirty Gertie...rest in peace Widow Brown.
Gertrude Champagne -
March 24, 1928 to December 24, 2011
Dec 22, 2011
ME EITHER...HANGING HEAD...
Dec 19, 2011
UPSCALE SANTA
Dec 17, 2011
CHRISTMAS AT ROCKAWAY REST HOME
This poem is the single most searched for item in my stats and has had the most visits of any post. So cute.
'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social- security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
'fore long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!
I tried to find someone to credit for this
fun poem and cartoon. If it is yours I am happy to credit you or remove
it if you wish.
and all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop --
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social- security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
'fore long you'll be with us, We wish you the best!
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Dec 11, 2011
THERE ARE CASUALTIES
This has been a pretty rough year. Usually I get through the season with maybe a broken Christmas tree bulb.
Not this year. I don’t know what has happened but they are dropping like flies around here. Well they are dropping anyways.
First of all I pulled out a box with some lovely Carollers that were a gift from one of my sisters several years ago.
I have no idea what happened to them. Three of them have been decapitated and one has been hobbled.
What is even more strange is that there are only 2 heads. That is just weird. I don’t know when they fell or where.
Next when my eldest son stopped in for a visit he bumped my NOEL figurines that were on the window ledge.
Now we are pretty much waiting for Jodie Foster to show up and tell us about “a tay inna wan”. (movie reference..remember Nel(l) 
Lastly, at least I hope it is lastly, my poor little reindeer took a tumble when my younger son opened the kitchen window.
I know they shed their antlers but this is a bad time for this to happen being Christmas and all.
This is the kind of stuff you expect when you have toddlers in the house not when everyone is all grown up.
Fingers crossed we will have no more casualties this year. And Jodie Foster…if you are reading this….I loved your movie Nel(l).
Not this year. I don’t know what has happened but they are dropping like flies around here. Well they are dropping anyways.
First of all I pulled out a box with some lovely Carollers that were a gift from one of my sisters several years ago.
I have no idea what happened to them. Three of them have been decapitated and one has been hobbled.
What is even more strange is that there are only 2 heads. That is just weird. I don’t know when they fell or where.
Next when my eldest son stopped in for a visit he bumped my NOEL figurines that were on the window ledge.
Now we are pretty much waiting for Jodie Foster to show up and tell us about “a tay inna wan”. (movie reference..remember Nel(l) 
Lastly, at least I hope it is lastly, my poor little reindeer took a tumble when my younger son opened the kitchen window.
I know they shed their antlers but this is a bad time for this to happen being Christmas and all.
This is the kind of stuff you expect when you have toddlers in the house not when everyone is all grown up. Fingers crossed we will have no more casualties this year. And Jodie Foster…if you are reading this….I loved your movie Nel(l).
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