January 18, 2011

  • It's Laugh Week

    I am posting a funny, true story and a blogger that makes me laugh each day this week.

    Many older folks say what they want, they just don't  care what you think anymore.
    Once in a'while I go to see my friend Margaret in the nursing home,
    often  I will stay and  eat lunch with her there .
    Viola was a little lady with a raspy smokers voice
    who reminded me of  "Florence from Night Court"
    florence

    She helped serve people in the cafeteria, she was also a resident.
    Once,when I was eating lunch with Margaret I received bread  but no butter.
    butter2
    Margaret told Viola That I needed butter.
    Viola said in her raspy,matter of fact voice,
    "Well I'll get it, but she don't NEED it....she could do without buttter for a while!"

    We laughed and laughed...and she was right. I did not need it,I wanted it.
     It's easy to get our wants and needs  mixed up!

    Kowpatty makes me laugh,she is funny. Check out her current post
    WHAT SOME PEOPLE DO WITH ALL THAT SNOW


Comments (15)

  • Yay for Kowpatty! She is hilarious.

  • LMBO! Yep, us old folks do tend to tell it like it is!

  • Your experience is so funny. Also thank you for the link to Kawpatty! She is a hoot and I needed the laughs. I worked in a nursing home years ago. One of my 1st days as a aide I answered a light from a resident and when I entered her room she said,"who are you?" I replied,"I'm new here". She said,"go away and send in someone who knows something!" I thought is was funny then and I think it is funny now. Age has it's privileges evidently.

  • I loved that old gal.  She kept me in stitiches.  Kathy Bates in her new pilot last night had the same fire.  When I quit laughing, just bury me.  It won't matter if I am breathing or not.  I will already be dead.  Thanks for the nice words.  Love you, too.

  • Went to Kowpatty's site. Had a good laugh because I've been there done that. When I moved from the south to Ohio the first snow I saw i figured there would be no school. It was about 2 ". WRONG! What a disappointment. A coat, boots, gloves, scarf and books !!

  • Man, I can't wait to be old enough to just say what I'm thinking. That's a funny story. Thanks for the laugh! Good idea...having a laugh week.  

  • Old people and children!!!! 

  •  This totally brought back a memory~ still makes me laugh today.  I will try to blog about it this week~ for Laugh Week.

  • Thanks for the laugh.

    When my 5th child was about 9 months old (and my oldest was about 7), my husband and I were selected to go to a conference at the YMCA conference center in Estes Park, CO.  The food was served in a cafeteria.  The first night we were in line and this hand reached from behind me to grab a roll. I slapped it first before I remembered that I didn't have a child with me.  The 80 year old woman whose hand I slapped just laughed as I apologized. 

  • That was cute!

  • It's Laugh Week? You mean I've gotta be funny - on purpose?

  • Laugh week? Cool! I've got to remember to celebrate everyday with a hearty chuckle. This story cracked me up. 

  • Sorry. I don't know if I can muster a laugh in all this snow! I did however go visit KowPatty and managed to chuckle!

  • LOL!!  Oh my word.. glad you were able to laugh about it! I would have probably cried! :)

  • Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff." On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. "Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge. "Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll . "Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice. "Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll. "Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger." "Well, be off with you," said the troll. A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge. Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge. "Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll. "Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice. "Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll. "Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger." "Very well! Be off with you," said the troll. But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff . Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him. "Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll. "It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own. "Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll. Well, come along! I've got two spears, And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; I've got besides two curling-stones, And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones. That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so, Snip, snap, snout. This tale's told out.

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