Wow what a trip!

I woke up today, and the girl said, "Hi, how are you?"
I said, "Well, I think I've been on a trip."
"You have?" she said. "Where did you go?"
I said, "I think I came from.. Timbuktu."
She replied, "That's a very long way, no wonder you were tied.
What did you see on your trip?"
With my special look and a firm nod of my head, my answer was,
"I saw.. a pear tree with an apple on it."

the end

(note from Jan: I don't know how long we'll have, but I thank God she's back for now. You never miss the water until the well runs dry. Our little well has been dry for many days and I have missed her very much.)

Happy St. Patrick's Day

ST. PATRICK'S DAY NO MORE WE'LL KEEP,
HIS COLOURS CAN'T BE SEEN,
FOR THERE'S A BLOODY LAW AGAINST
THE WEARING OF THE GREEN.

Just part of one more of the poems I remember from my youth.

Little Bastards

I'm not sure how I got here. Jan told me Roger came and got me. I don't remember the trip, so I must have sleep the whole way down here.

Anyway, I just got here to visit and those little bastards took off to some party and left me here.

Thank goodness for Gwen's youngest daughter. She came and spent time with me. We had pizza and a quiet evening - since my hearing aid is still acting up.

They stayed out until almost 8:30 p.m.!!!

Can you do this????

J – Can you tell me the alphabet?

M – Oh of course. ABCEDFGHIJKLMNOP…
well I know that’s not the end.
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP - K - V - Q - Y - W - Z

M – oh hell. I can say it backwards

ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA
ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA
ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA
ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA

It made my Mama mad that I would spend time learning that
when it was not going to be any use to me.

J – Well, it impressed me!

Funniest thing Jan's heard all day

P.T - Hilda, can you stand here in the middle of the room and not hold onto your walker?

Mom - Not unless you want me to fall on my butt.

(Why do they think she uses a walker?)

Fun Memory

Grandpa Gilkison had a long white beard.
It was so long he could tuck it into the top of his pants.
I just loved that beard.
I would sit on his lap and run my fingers thought it.

Happy Halloween annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

m: Good Morning Roger, how are today?

r: I’m fine. How are you?

m: Oh, I’m young and frisky… you can believe that if you want to.

Big Blow. And out it goes.