This could be me!

BEST EVER SENIOR CITIZEN JOKE

A little silver-haired lady calls her neighbor and says, "Please come over here and help me.

I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started." Her neighbor asks,

"What is it supposed to be when it's finished?" The little silver haired lady says, "According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster."

Her neighbor decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says, "First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster." He takes her hand and says, "Secondly, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then," he said with a deep sigh ........."Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box."

Thanks Tammie!

When God gives you lemons....

...make lemonade! Andy and Betsy Von Duyke, our nephew and his wife pictured in their yard in Minnetonka, Minnesota.

Betsy is a talented sculptor and Andy ain't too bad either!

Think we can do this here in Ohio?

I think I'll pass!

It snowed again!

Surprise, surprise, surprise!

It is beautiful and white and crystal palace like. But, I'm so tired of it.

Even the birds are so done with it!

Lordy, lordy, take it away!

How many "real" housewives do we need?

I was watching an early morning "realty"
(or so they say) show on TV. Million Dollar Listings. I am amazed
and incredulous at the sales personnel, the buyers and sellers, the properties and the prices.

Just when I think I have seen everything there flashes a spot commercial for yet another reality TV show, "Real Housewives of Timbucktu" or somewhere akin to that.

I have watched the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills show, even the reunion show for that matter. These women are neither real or housewives.

Come on folks, does anyone live like this???? Oh I forget,
I am in the "Midwest", not glamour land, or Atlanta, or
New Jersey, or New Mexico or just about anyplace except
here.

"Reality Show #22", real housewives on welfare or working two
jobs raising 3 kids as a single parent, shopping at Aldi's, cutting coupons,
doing without and promising to do better.

Oh wait, that show would never qualify for a reality show,
...too real!

I give up..

When something is on your mind, and it comes back to your brain everyday,
then it is time to take note.

My new cell phone, the 3G iPhone has been with me for a week and a half.
I have tried to master it. I really have. No go. It is too big, too cumbersome
for me to handle, too unweildly, too smart, to too.

I took it back yesterday and got this phone pictured to the right.
It has a slide out keyboard, and a protective case (which makes it a little
thicker but "hardier" when it gets dropped.) No data plan, no email, no bells, and only one whistle!

I found myself driving and being startled by the sounds of the phone.
It made a sound when an email arrived and it was un-nerving to me.
I could not ignore this phone. A ringing phone like a crying baby must
be addressed. It was a distraction and I could see the future in my
crystal ball. I would wreck something, me included, and God forbid, someone else.

So...bye bye Smart phone, welcome a little dumber phone to match my personality...I hope.

At least it fits into my pocket without making me walk stilted and stooped over.

One Stoop is enough!

It was bound to happen!

Yup, my cell phone went tits up!

My calls were dropped, they would not connect, or I couldn't hear the person pick up and talk.

Very, very frustrating. I would place a call four times before it could get a connect. So....off the to cell phone store! Guess what.....the battery needed to be replaced.
Cost: $60++++.
Availability: none
That's right. They don't make that battery anymore.

So....it was destiny I guess. I now am the "not so proud"
owner of a smart phone. I can talk and surf at the same
time! Yea! I wish I could figure out how to do that.

I wish I could figure out how to "slide" and "slide back".
Very complicated. But the price was only $49. +++++++
Now I have to make a trip to Summit Mall to the Apple
store to get instructions.

"Is there a manual that comes with it?" says I.
"Oh no, not really, just go online, you will find everything
you need to know. First go to itunes, open an account,
register the phone, start from there. All you would ever
want to know is right there".

Sigh!

Daniel is "rocketing" to his 6th Birthday!

This is the birthday cake that Sarah made (from Scratch) for Daniel's Birthday celebration which was held Sunday evening at Uncle Nathan and Aunt Traci's house. His dad, Kevin fixed Meatballs and spaghetti, salad and garlic breadsticks, and the cake for dessert. Daniel wants to be an astronaut when he grows up so the cake was a perfect ending to a great celebration.

His birthday was on the 7th, but because of school and jobs we celebrated a day early. It was great fun to reminiss (sp?) about the day six years prior at Akron Hospital while that incubator was wheeled into Sarah's hospital room, all of us gathered around to see this scrawny little 3 lb, some odd ounce figure of a baby, hooked up to lots of things.

The wonder of it. The terror of it. The fear of it. And then the sigh of relief! He will be okay!

And he is!

Let's send this out for bid!

This is how things get done in Washington.


Three contractors are bidding to fix a broken fence at the White House.One is from Chicago, another is from Tennessee , and the third is from Minnesota. All three go with a White House official to examine the fence.

The Minnesota contractor takes out a tape measure and does some measuring, then works some figures with a pencil. "Well," he says, "I figure the job will run about $900: $400 for materials, $400 for my crew and $100 profit for me."

The Tennessee contractor also does some measuring and figuring, then says, "I can do this job for $700: $300 for materials, $300 for my crew and $100 profit for me."

The Chicago contractor doesn't measure or figure, but leans over to the White House official and whispers, "$2,700."The official, incredulous, says, "You didn't even measure like the other guys! How did you come up with such a high figure?"

The Chicago contractor whispers back, "$1000 for me, $1000 for you, and we hire the guy from Tennessee to fix the fence.""Done!" replies the government official.

And that, my friends, is how the new stimulus plan works.

Thank you Julie in Kentucky for sending this smile for the day!