Saturday, June 08, 2013
My aging process — Six Word Saturday —
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my Six Words:
How does one become aware when he or she is
getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had
special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under
30.
Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
Describe your life (or
something) in a phrase using just six words for Six Word Saturday. Click the box
at right to visit Cate's blog with Mr. Linky showing all the other blogs
participating this week. Cate is the boss at Six Word Saturday. She would like
for you to participate.
my Six Words:
How does it feel? Getting old
Sign found at
Troon, .. . ..
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Ayreshire,
Scotland .. . . . .
(link to Jim's earlier
blog) . . .
How does one become aware when he or she is
getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had
special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under
30.Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
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Describe your life (or
something) in a phrase using just six words for Six Word Saturday. Click the box
at right to visit Cate's blog with Mr. Linky showing all the other blogs
participating this week. Cate is the boss at Six Word Saturday. She would like
for you to participate.Labels: Doctoring, Jim's Life, Seniors, Signs, Six Word Saturday
Friday, June 07, 2013
— A Random Five post [006], This and That —
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Night Scene in Jim's Backyard
My new camera is running on full automatic. I think to take moon pictures (I covet all those) there must be special settings made.
Anyway, the moon wasn't peeking out the other night so I got this for you. Picasa helped me with the effect.
==> I am linked up today with Nancy at A Rural Journal. She conducts her "A Random Five" blog hop there. Click that link to read other "A Random Five" posts or join in with your own.
1. How does one become aware when he or she is getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under 30.
Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
2. Got gas for Mrs. Jim last week and this car was ahead of me. I decided this would make a nice "Read your car" feature.
Back a couple of years a had a weekend feature called "Read Your Car." It didn't go over real big so I stopped doing it. (link)
I could see that the driver was a lady. A lady who was lazy and wasn't too into getting it done very fast as she was sitting inside her car. She should have been washing her bug smeared windows or watching for the filling to finish. I felt like honking at her to get her attention and then ask if it was still filling or wasn't maybe she was finished. She must have had it on slow.
I don't fault her for not buy American. That has gone out of style now for a long time and Honda does make a good car. Most now are made in American but the profits go to Japan. I still buy American.
Did you notice the fish symbol on the back of her car? But the words inside say "Darwin." I had not seen one of these before (see picture below). Her blatant fish says she is one of the of many vocal evolutionists. Personally if I had a fish it would be telling the world the standard fish message of Biblical origin which includes the world being created by God in seven days. To me that is a Big Bang if I ever could dream of one and I believe it (creation theories search).
Note also the license plate frame, saying "Harley Davidson." The lady might be a biker but I am thinking her husband or male friend put that on for her.
Can you read the price of gas? It was $3.02 here that day. The locals are having a little gas war because a new grocery store (H.E.B) has moved in.
This gas was from Kroger and was $3.22 before my 20¢ off. Still though, 16 gallons cost a lot. In our car $48 will get us about 320 miles.
3. You know you are getting old when your friends are having their 50th wedding anniversaries. Our friend decided she could not get into her wedding dress anymore. Can you?
Guy stuff, I don't even have my wedding suit. I grew and it shrank.
4. I played golf with my friend on Wednesday. We played at Panorama Village and the course was nice (link). My ball was in front of this tree and a little squirrel was watching me from in back of the tree.
The squirrel's brother later tried to steal my peanut butter and cracker sandwiches. He didn't get away with that but he did contaminate my food.
5. I read a lot of stuff on my computer besides blogs, Facebooks, e-mail, etc. My computer starts up every morning with MSN News. Then the news items change as the day goes along.
This item came along on Wednesday. I am a big fan of Van Gogh (my blogs) and really like this video. It was neat:
Check out this great MSN video - Van Gogh's paintings come to life
Night Scene in Jim's BackyardMy new camera is running on full automatic. I think to take moon pictures (I covet all those) there must be special settings made.
Anyway, the moon wasn't peeking out the other night so I got this for you. Picasa helped me with the effect.
==> I am linked up today with Nancy at A Rural Journal. She conducts her "A Random Five" blog hop there. Click that link to read other "A Random Five" posts or join in with your own.
Sign found at Troon, .. . .. .
Ayreshire, Scotland .. . . . .
(link to Jim's earlier blog) . . .
1. How does one become aware when he or she is getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under 30.Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
2. Got gas for Mrs. Jim last week and this car was ahead of me. I decided this would make a nice "Read your car" feature.
Back a couple of years a had a weekend feature called "Read Your Car." It didn't go over real big so I stopped doing it. (link)
I could see that the driver was a lady. A lady who was lazy and wasn't too into getting it done very fast as she was sitting inside her car. She should have been washing her bug smeared windows or watching for the filling to finish. I felt like honking at her to get her attention and then ask if it was still filling or wasn't maybe she was finished. She must have had it on slow.
I don't fault her for not buy American. That has gone out of style now for a long time and Honda does make a good car. Most now are made in American but the profits go to Japan. I still buy American.
Did you notice the fish symbol on the back of her car? But the words inside say "Darwin." I had not seen one of these before (see picture below). Her blatant fish says she is one of the of many vocal evolutionists. Personally if I had a fish it would be telling the world the standard fish message of Biblical origin which includes the world being created by God in seven days. To me that is a Big Bang if I ever could dream of one and I believe it (creation theories search).
Note also the license plate frame, saying "Harley Davidson." The lady might be a biker but I am thinking her husband or male friend put that on for her. 
Can you read the price of gas? It was $3.02 here that day. The locals are having a little gas war because a new grocery store (H.E.B) has moved in.
This gas was from Kroger and was $3.22 before my 20¢ off. Still though, 16 gallons cost a lot. In our car $48 will get us about 320 miles.
3. You know you are getting old when your friends are having their 50th wedding anniversaries. Our friend decided she could not get into her wedding dress anymore. Can you?Guy stuff, I don't even have my wedding suit. I grew and it shrank.
4. I played golf with my friend on Wednesday. We played at Panorama Village and the course was nice (link). My ball was in front of this tree and a little squirrel was watching me from in back of the tree.The squirrel's brother later tried to steal my peanut butter and cracker sandwiches. He didn't get away with that but he did contaminate my food.
5. I read a lot of stuff on my computer besides blogs, Facebooks, e-mail, etc. My computer starts up every morning with MSN News. Then the news items change as the day goes along. This item came along on Wednesday. I am a big fan of Van Gogh (my blogs) and really like this video. It was neat:
Check out this great MSN video - Van Gogh's paintings come to life
Labels: A-Random-Five, Bible, Car Reading, Friends, Golf, Golf course, Jim Does, Seniors
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Free TV License for the Old or Blind -- Two Shoes Tuesday # 23 - Old
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If you're 75 or over you're entitled to a free television license. You can also get TV license concessions if you're registered blind. Or if you live in nursing or residential care or in sheltered accommodation.
To do this, call TV Licensing on 0300 790 6131, minicom 0300 790 6050.
To apply for the blind concession, you'll need to send TV Licensing your name, address, telephone number, TV License number and the following:
- a photocopy of the blind registration certificate from your local authority or ophthalmologist
- your license renewal notice (if you have one) payment by cheque or postal order of the half-price TV license fee
Post your application to:
TV Licensing Blind Concession Group Bristol BS98 1TL.
Remember to include your name, address, phone number and TV Licence number.
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I ran across this message for old folk and the blind
in my e-mail inbox this morning.
There is another post I will make this afternoon but in the meantime I thought perhaps you might enjoy reading my latest e-mail.
If you're 75 or over you're entitled to a free television license. You can also get TV license concessions if you're registered blind. Or if you live in nursing or residential care or in sheltered accommodation.
To do this, call TV Licensing on 0300 790 6131, minicom 0300 790 6050.
To apply for the blind concession, you'll need to send TV Licensing your name, address, telephone number, TV License number and the following:
- a photocopy of the blind registration certificate from your local authority or ophthalmologist
- your license renewal notice (if you have one) payment by cheque or postal order of the half-price TV license fee
Post your application to:
TV Licensing Blind Concession Group Bristol BS98 1TL.
Remember to include your name, address, phone number and TV Licence number.
Get a new TV licence within ten working days of receipt of your application.
The fine print (Jim's editorial addition):
The above applies to British only, living in the U.K. Americans in the U.S. ARE NOT REQUIRED TO HAVE LICENSE TO OWN AND OPERATE THEIR TV's.
TV's for the blind are hard to come by. Be sure to ask that the subtitles are able to be displayed in BRAILLE.
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Two Shoes Tuesday is a place for bloggers to share what we enjoy doing most... writing! Each week Josie provides a one-word writing prompt and invite us to share a short story, poem, essay, thought, or photo relating to that topic.
The writng prompt for February 5, 2013, in honor of Josie's birthday this week is "old". For a list of and links to those participating, go here.
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Labels: Humor(?), London, Seniors, Two-Shoes-Tuesday
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Getting Old -- MidWeek Blues -- Acrostic: Conquer
Previously posted on JIM'S LITTLE PHOTO AND POEM PLACE on October 18, 2008
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
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Pledged for Acrostics Only October, 2009, prompt 7, Poet's Choice.
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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo here. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did. .
Conquer It
what ails me
Common colds prevail .
Orneriness and ale ... .
Near sightedness, pills.
Queasiness and ills .....
Under bed monster ....
Elder aged and weak ..
Retirement's bleak . ...
what ails me
Common colds prevail .
Orneriness and ale ... .
Near sightedness, pills.
Queasiness and ills .....
Under bed monster ....
Elder aged and weak ..
Retirement's bleak . ...
Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
Sign was found on the seaside road,outside Troon, Ayrshire, Scotland (link)
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One Single Impression, Acrostics Only, and MidWeek Blues participation
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One Single Impression, Acrostics Only, and MidWeek Blues participation
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Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Conquer" as prompt was
suggested by Neha Sahi Saigal of Tea Leaves 'n' Honey
"Conquer" as prompt was
suggested by Neha Sahi Saigal of Tea Leaves 'n' Honey
Pledged for Acrostics Only October, 2009, prompt 7, Poet's Choice.
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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo here. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did. .
Or do less. All she requires is a BLUE PICTURE, you don't have to write.
Labels: Acrostic, Midweek Blues, Poetry, Scotland, Seniors, Things to know
Sunday, February 08, 2009
This is what the LORD Almighty says: "Once again men and women of ripe old age will sit in the streets of Jerusalem, each with cane in hand because of his age. Zechariah 8 (NIV) (KJV)
a scene all have seen
old men sitting on a bench
no movement here
a scene all have seen
old men sitting on a bench
no movement here
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Guess we've been doing this for a long, long time
Labels: Bible, Humor, Poetry, Seniors, Sunday
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Ruby (Red) Tuesday -- What makes you happy?
I have decided that it all depends upon your stage in life. Think about it for the stage you are in, you might agree.
[large picture] [super sized]My happiness. It isn't the cup of coffee, it is the free coffee for seniors at the grocery store. That makes me very happy. Generally on the way to fruit, through the bakery good, I find a couple of piece of pastry sample to nibble on with my coffee.
Another nice thing I can do is head on over for a refill when I am in the mood for a second cup. They don't care at the store, they are glad I am here and not down the street.
Don't you worry that the cup isn't full either. It is self service, I like my coffee hot so most times I have this much two or three times, drinking it before it gets very much cooled down. And I might have another pastry sample.
[large picture] [super sized] Young people generally are happy with toys. A pretty room with floor space to play helps a lot.
I didn't count the animals and dolls, I have bought a couple, Mrs. Jim has purchased her share as well. I don't know where they all come from, do you?
Thinking it over, I believe they come from shopping trips either close at the mall or far away on vacation or at a discovered gift shop, you name them, there are places to buy your kids toy animals.
Click the Ruby Tuesday button if you want to see more Ruby Tuesday posts.
Mary is in charge there, you can post your own if you wish.
Labels: Collection, Eating, Food, Jim Does, Kids, Ruby Tuesday, Seniors, Thinking
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Happy Birthday Sis! Happy Birthday Lois!
My favorite (and only) sister, Lois
[click large size to read the sign][super size]
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I remember when I turned 70, I wanted to run away. I had told Mrs. Jim and started to make my plans.
Of course I would come back in two weeks (I promised Mrs. Jim that).
About that time Karen's friend decided she couldn't run the New York City Marathon and so she invited us to come with her instead. ( And I hadn't even decided where to run away to yet!)
So I ran away to New York City alone with Mrs. Jim and Karen. We had fun.
I am glad you are running away to Minnesota and are enjoying yourself. Of course you did have to take the "Old F**t" along just like I had some of my nice family with me.
Bet it is fun, I know you are enjoying watching all those ships. That beats watching airplanes a long way!
Once more,
HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS! HAPPY 70 LOIS!
Jim's note: When Lois turned 65 I had hacked into her Yahoo e-mail account and sent (from her) everyone on her mailing list a notice and sob story that she wouldn't get very many cards for this momentous birth anniversary.
I don't have her password or the addresses any more so this will have to do.
Labels: Eating, Family, Jim Bunch Eats, Lois, Seniors, Sister
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Adi Can . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Have sweet dreams after her ordeal at the doctor's (vet)
Update: Adi is home from her vet. She has eaten and is doing well. And now, I might say, she is having a little nap.
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If I knew what she is dreaming about I could interpret them for her.
Read the first comment to see what all transpired at the Vet's.
[large picture] [super sized]If I knew what she is dreaming about I could interpret them for her.
Read the first comment to see what all transpired at the Vet's.
Labels: Adi, Adi Can, Dogs, Dreams, Jim Does, Seniors, Status Report
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Teach an old dog new tricks?
Labels: Church Signs, Jim Does, Jim's Life, Seniors
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Eh? What did you say? Huh?
Location: Conroe, Texas
This one I like! Do you wonder why?
This next one isn't bad either.
Location: Troon, Scotland
A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy:
"So I hear you're getting married?"
"Yep!"
"Do I know her?"
"Nope!"
"This woman, is she good looking?"
"Not really."
"Is she a good cook?"
"Naw, she can't cook too well."
"Does she have lots of money?"
"Nope! Poor as a church mouse."
"Well, then, is she good at making love?"
"I don't know."
"Why in the world do you want to marry her then?"
"Because she can still drive!"
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Pictures by Jim, cc. jimmiehov
Joke from a chain e-mail received
Psalms 98:1
O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvelous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
Labels: Church, Church Signs, Humor, Jim Does, Scotland, Seniors, Travel
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The New Beverly Hillbillies -- Can you eat just one onion ring?
.I just saw this car pulling into our subdivision. It was a rather ugly car but the drivers (link) were a great surprise! The New Beverly Hillbillies were moving here!
More on this soon, in the meantime you can read about the new CBS program.
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.Speaking of things like this, this is a meal fit for these hillbillies and everyone else.
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We ate at of Panchos Mexican Buffet (link) Friday night with our house guests, brother-in-law, Danny, and his wife. This is where we have the "all you can eat" Mexican Buffet.
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.Saving the best for the last. Can you eat just one onion ring? Well these two ladies--definitely not hillbillies--did. Here Mrs. Jim and sister-in-law, Winetta, are enjoying their onion ring.
I had one also but had already eaten it. The ladies wanted to try them so Mrs. Jim ordered just three, one for each of us. They were delicious! We will have more the next time we eat there!
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So when you come to Houston, come on up here to Conroe for some McKenzie's Barbeque very fine food (link). The wait staff people there definitely are not hillbillies either! Maybe some of the other customers are.
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The Jim Bunch definitely knows where the good food is at. He always asks for the senior discount too!
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Labels: Cars, Eating, Family, Food, Humor, Jim Does, Seniors
Sunday, April 15, 2007
. . . old men and children. Let them praise the name of the LORD
11 kings of the earth and all nations,
you princes and all rulers on earth,
12 young men and maidens,
old men and children.
13 Let them praise the name of the LORD,
for his name alone is exalted;
his splendor is above the earth and the heavens.
Psalm 148:11-13 (New International Version)(link)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
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SENIOR CITIZENS
This came in my e-mail,
[not the old truck picture though]
Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others.
HOWEVER, upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took:
The melody out of music,
The pride out of appearance,
The courtesy out of driving,
The romance out of love,
The commitment out of marriage,
The responsibility out of parenthood,
The togetherness out of the family,
The learning out of education,
The service out of patriotism,
The Golden Rule from rulers,
The nativity scene out of cities,
The civility out of behavior,
The refinement out of language,
The dedication out of employment,
The prudence out of spending,
The ambition out of achievement,
God out of government and school.
And we certainly are NOT the ones who eliminated patience and tolerance from personal relationships and interactions with others!!
And, we do understand the meaning of patriotism, and remember those who have fought and died for our country.
Does anyone under the age of 50 know the lyrics to the Star Spangled Banner?
What about the last verse of My Country 'tis of Thee? "Our father's God to thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright, With freedom's Holy light. Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King."
Just look at the Seniors with tears in their eyes and pride in their hearts as they stand at attention with their hand over their hearts!
YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN!
I'm the life of the party...... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps.... with a hammer.
I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over...
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not nearly as cute as mine.
I'm so cared for -- long term care, eye care, private care, dental care.
I'm not really grouchy, I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds,
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I’m having trouble remembering simple words like..
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become policemen?
I'm wondering if you're only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?
And, how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?
I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.
Yes, I'm a SENIOR CITIZEN and I think I am having the time of my life!
Now if I could only remember who sent this to me, I wouldn't send it back to them, but I would send it to many more!
Now- Have I already sent this to you???????
If so, I'll try not to do it again (for a while.)
Have a great weekend!
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From: Friend, Nancy
To: Undisclosed-Recipient@, includes me
Subject: SENIOR CITIZENS
Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 20:55:28 -0500
Labels: e-mailings, Seniors, Sunday
