Two Story Outhouse.
I can’t even think of anything to add to this… Words fail me!
While I sat in the
reception area of my doctor’s office, a
woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room.
As she went to the
receptionist’s desk, the man sat there, alone and
silent. Just as I was
thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy
slipped off his
mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair.
Placing his hand on the
man’s, he said, “I know how you feel. My Mom
makes me ride in the
stroller too.”
*****
As I was nursing my baby, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast-feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing. After mulling over my answers, she remarked, “My mom has some of those, but I don’t think she knows how to use them.”
*****
Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little wistful. “In ten years,” I said, “you’ll want to be with your friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now. Carolyn shrugged. “In ten years you’ll be too old to do all those things anyway.”
*****
Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to children. One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her injection. “No, no, no!” she screamed. “Lizzie,” scolded her mother, “that’s not polite behavior.” With that, the girl yelled even louder, “No, thank you! No, thank you!”
*****
On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, “Dad, I know babies come from mommies’ tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?” After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, “You don’t have to make up something, Dad. It’s okay if you don’t know the answer.”
*****
Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to him. “I’m going to be away for a long time,” I told him. “I’m going to Iraq.” “Why?” he asked. “Don’t you know there’s a war going on over there?”
*****
Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases. One afternoon, he and his wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids. A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn’t know Newman was a famous movie star, explained, “That’s the man who made this camp possible. Maybe you’ve seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle?” Blank stares. “Well, you’ve probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.” An eight-year-old girl perked up. “How long was he missing?”
*****
And my personal favorite… God’s Problem Now! His wife’s grave side service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, “Well, she’s there.”
*****
Keep a SMILE on your face ~ And a SONG in your heart! A smile – is a sign of joy. A hug – is a sign of love. A laugh – is a sign of happiness. And a friend like me? – Well that’s just a sign of good taste! We’ll be friends until I am senile.
An 80-year-old Italian goes to the doctor for a check-up. The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, ‘how do you stay in such great physical condition?’
I’m Italian and I am a golfer,’ says the old guy, ‘and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight and out golfing up and down the fairways. I have a glass of vino, and all is well.’
“‘Well’ says the doctor, ‘I’m sure that helps, but there’s got to be more to it. How old was your Father when he died?’
‘Who said my Father’s dead?’
The doctor is amazed. ‘You mean you’re 80 years old and your Father’s still alive. How old is he?’
‘He’s 100 years old,’ says the Old Italian golfer. ‘In fact he golfed with me this morning, and then we went to the beach for a walk and had a little vino and that’s why he’s still alive. He’s Italian and he’s a golfer, too.’
‘Well,’ the doctor says, ‘that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. How about your Father’s Father? How old was he when he died?’
‘Who said my Nono’s dead?’
Stunned, the doctor asks, ‘you mean you’re 80 years old and your grandfather’s still living! Incredible, how old is he?’
‘He’s 118 years old,’ says the Old Italian golfer.
The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, ‘So, I guess he went golfing with you this morning too?’
‘No, Nono couldn’t go this morning because he’s getting married today.’
At this point the doctor is close to losing it. ‘Getting married? Why would a 118 year- old guy want to get married?
‘Who said he wanted to?’
While I sat in the
reception area of my doctor’s office, a
woman rolled an elderly man in a wheelchair into the room.
As she went to the
receptionist’s desk, the man sat there, alone and
silent. Just as I was
thinking I should make small talk with him, a little boy
slipped off his
mother’s lap and walked over to the wheelchair.
Placing his hand on the
man’s, he said, “I know how you feel. My Mom
makes me ride in the
stroller too.”
*****
As I was nursing my baby, my cousin’s six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what I was doing. After mulling over my answers, she remarked, “My mom has some of those, but I don’t think she knows how to use them.”
*****
Out bicycling one day with my eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, I got a little wistful. “In ten years,” I said, “you’ll want to be with your friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now. Carolyn shrugged. “In ten years you’ll be too old to do all those things anyway.”
*****
Working as a pediatric nurse, I had the difficult assignment of giving immunization shots to children. One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her injection. “No, no, no!” she screamed. “Lizzie,” scolded her mother, “that’s not polite behavior.” With that, the girl yelled even louder, “No, thank you! No, thank you!”
*****
On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, “Dad, I know babies come from mommies’ tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?” After my son hemmed and hawed a while, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, “You don’t have to make up something, Dad. It’s okay if you don’t know the answer.”
*****
Just before I was deployed to Iraq , I sat my eight-year-old son down and broke the news to him. “I’m going to be away for a long time,” I told him. “I’m going to Iraq.” “Why?” he asked. “Don’t you know there’s a war going on over there?”
*****
Paul Newman founded the Hole in the Wall Gang Camp for children stricken with cancer, AIDS, and blood diseases. One afternoon, he and his wife, Joanne Woodward, stopped by to have lunch with the kids. A counselor at a nearby table, suspecting the young patients wouldn’t know Newman was a famous movie star, explained, “That’s the man who made this camp possible. Maybe you’ve seen his picture on his salad dressing bottle?” Blank stares. “Well, you’ve probably seen his face on his lemonade carton.” An eight-year-old girl perked up. “How long was he missing?”
*****
And my personal favorite… God’s Problem Now! His wife’s graveside service was just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little, old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, “Well, she’s there.”
*****
Keep a SMILE on your face ~ And a SONG in your heart! A smile – is a sign of joy. A hug – is a sign of love. A laugh – is a sign of happiness. And a friend like me? – Well that’s just a sign of good taste! We’ll be friends until I am senile.
A Yearly Dementia Test (only 4 questions)
Yep, it’s that time of year again to take our annual senior citizen test.
Exercise of the brain is as important as exercise of the muscles. As we grow older, it’s important to keep mentally alert. If you don’t use it, you lose it!
Here is a very private way to gauge how your memory compares to your last test. Some may think it is too easy, but the ones with memory problems may have difficulty.
Take this test to determine if you’re losing it or not. The space below are so you don’t see the answers until you’ve made your answer. OK, relax, clear your mind, and begin.
#1. What do you put in a toaster?
Answer: ‘bread.’ If you said ‘toast,’ just give up now, and go do something else. And, try not to hurt yourself! If you said, bread, go to Question #2.
# 2. Say ‘silk’ five times. Now spell ‘silk.’ What do cows drink?
Answer: Cows drink water. If you said ‘milk,’ don’t attempt the next question. Your brain is already over-stressed and may even overheat. Content yourself with reading more appropriate literature such as Women’s Weekly or Auto World. However, if you did say ‘water,’ proceed to Question #3.
# 3. If a red house is made from red bricks, and a blue house is made from blue bricks, and a pink house is made from pink bricks, and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from?
Answer: Greenhouses are made from glass. If you said ‘green bricks,’ why are you still reading this??? PLEASE, go lie down!!! But, if you said ‘glass,’ go on to Question #4.
# 4. Do not use a calculator for this: You are driving a bus from New York City to Philadelphia. In Staten Island, 17 people got on the bus. In New Brunswick, 6 people get off the bus, and 9 people get on. In Windsor, 2 people get off, and 4 get on. In Trenton, 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In Bristol, 3 people get off, and 5 people get on. And, in Camden, 6 people get off, and 3 get on. You then arrive at Philadelphia Station. Without going back to review, how old is the bus driver?
Answer: Oh, for crying out loud!!! Don’t you remember your own age?!? It was YOU, driving the bus!!!
If you pass this along to your friends, pray that they do better than you.
P.S.: 95% of people fail most of the questions!!!
HOW MANY DID YOU KNOW?
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
Scientists at NASA built a gun specifically to launch standard 4 pound dead chickens at the windshields of airliners, military jets and the space shuttle, all traveling at maximum velocity. The idea is to simulate the frequent incidents of collisions with airborne fowl to test the strength of the windshields.
British engineers heard about the gun and were eager to test it on the windshields of their new high speed trains. Arrangements were made, and a gun was sent to the British engineers.
When the gun was fired, the engineers stood shocked as the chicken hurled out of the barrel, crashed into the shatterproof shield, smashed it to smithereens, blasted through the control console, snapped the engineer’s back-rest in two, and embedded itself in the back wall of the cabin, like an arrow shot from a bow.
The horrified Brits sent NASA the disastrous results of the experiment, along with the designs of the windshield and begged the U.S scientists for suggestions.
NASA responded with a one-line memo –
“Defrost the chicken first.”
An old adage that is undoubtedly and unfortunately too true. It is all too common to see this in volunteer work for groups, associations and other types of organizations where we see a few people putting in often an incredible number of hours, without compensation, only to be criticized by those that sit on the sidelines and do little if anything to further the objective. Many forget that just because I would do something one way and you would go to another doesn’t mean that one of us is right and one of us is wrong but typically means that there is more than one way to accomplish the objective. when I was younger what happened in the world was either black or white. As I have gotten older, and hopefully acquired some experience, I find little is either black or white but that most is varying shades of gray.
What is also true is that more often than not the criticism comes for work done in an area that many do not want to be involved with. For instance, who hasn’t seen the volunteer that does the cleanup work at a church criticized for not doing the job perfectly or more timely? Another area where this will appear is when an organization requires a rewrite of certain founding and operating documents. One that can be particularly grating happened to me not all that long ago. Here we had someone, me, who was already putting in a substantial number of hours having another major task dropped in his lap without even being extended the courtesy of a discussion. By the way when this happened I terminated my association with the organization and this is not an unusual result when those on the sidelines forget even common courtesies.
Is there a solution? Absent a change in human nature probably not! So what keeps those that do the volunteer work going? Often those that are doing the work commiserate with each other and shoulder on. Not perfect, but at least it keeps the wheels turning.