Friday, February 10, 2006

It's H(ard) to be old

God's ways


A couple of old geezers here? No,

this is Dad, aka Grandpa, and me.

[click on pictuure to enlarge] . .

My dad is in a nursing home in Hiawatha, Iowa, just north of Cedar Rapids.

For being 96 years old, his health is good, but he is wearing out. At present he has a large sore on his foot that is isn't healing. He is on antibiotics but they don't seem to be working. One alternative may have been to amputate his leg but yesterday the orthopedic surgeon ruled him not to be a candidate for this surgery.

Getting old God's way

Yesterday I was in the grocery store and bumped into a couple of neighbors. Paul had just had a colonoscopy and was on his way home from his outpatient surgerical ordeal. We talked about this.

I asked, did they want me to bring his medicine home as the wait was over half hour. No, they would do it. Might I take Paul home while Mrs. Paul waited for his prescription? No, he felt like walking around and sitting didn't appeal to him right now.

So we talked. We talked about Paul, about me, Dad's predicament, and aging in general. I said that it was H(ard)* to be getting old--Paul is younger than me. Then we talked about modern technology and how people seem almost to be outliving their bodies.

Mrs. Paul said, well, maybe with that God is giving people more time to get right with God. I said yes, God gave us the ability to improve our lives through technology, and to live longer.

I conjectured that this longer life may be God's way to give us more time to come to Him. With the fast lane life (link for the words of the song) people live now, they haven't given God very much time or thought. So when our bodies are slowed down, then we will have time to turn to God if we haven't done that before.

Grandpa has been a Christian for many years. He is using his years serving God by helping others and telling people about God's love.


*I really did say it was hard getting old. In general I don't like to use the more common word, Hell. That might be denial of Hell, but I don't think so. I believe in Heaven and Hell, and that only Jesus Christ can save me from my sin that has condemned me to Hell. And that He has already done that. For me.

I just don't go around saying 'Hell this, Hell that.' That just isn't Jimmie. I should tell you about my grandpa, he had a lot of colorful words in his speech. I just don't, I'm known as Mr. Excitement, remember?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

(Good news for little people)

Barbie and Ken are back together again! Ken has changed his ways!

I took the test, why don't you?

Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.
What's" Your Blogging Personality?
Well, I don't really agree with this, but the test was easy to do. My personality is not describable by me. I do know my academic friends call me Dr. Excitement. That might be a clue.
I like Dave Letterman humor and attorney and blonde jokes. My next major purchase might be another motorcycle, I'm looking. I also like dogs and cats, horses, cows, and pigs, and rabbits, but I really can't stand to have birds around unless they are in a cage or on the other side of a window from me.
I don't have a favorite color, I like them all, probably black the best. That's for cars, motorcycles, hair (blonds are cute, redheads intrigue me, brunettes catch me, so why do I say black? [that is a dark secret]), and clothes, especially shoes and socks. I flirt a little also, with rewarding results (getting flirted back). That may be because of my age, the girls think I'm harmless.
Idea courtesy of cindertales, blogging friend of Curious Servant.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Who said

"I always thought being in a rock band would be like running away with the circus" and went on to say "[he] would be the ringmaster"? "Instead I'm cleaning the stables and . . ."

Living Will
(I get these all the time, today this one came from a nice friend, thanks, Don.)

A man and his wife were sitting in the living room and he said to her, "Just so you know, I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."

His wife got up and unplugged the TV.

Routines I

My dog, Adi, has her routine every morning:
a) After I get the coffee started, we go out to get the paper from the driveway.
b) She goes to the end of the driveway to see which of her friends have visited since she was there last.
c) She leaves her mark.
d) Next stop is around the fire hydrant, about eight feet from where she left her mark, to sniff around.
e) Then it on past the hydrant and out of sight behind the bushes. That is her favorite pooping place.
f) I call Adi, saying, "Adi, get over here."
g) She moseys back to where I can see her.
h) Now it is time for pooping, just a few feet towards the house from the fire hydrant.
i) If she can get away with it, she goes on past the little pear trees--they are in bloom now--to a small ditch almost to our front sidewalk to poop there instead.
j) After pooping, she runs beagle style back to me. I am at the garage door by now.
k) She gets ahead of me. She would scratch on the kitchen door to get in, but Mrs. Jim has her trained of sorts, and if I give her the evil eye, she just waits for me to open it instead of scratching.
l) Now she is waiting for me at the little island between the sink and the refrigerator. She is waiting for her treat for being a good doggie.
m) Here we differ, Mrs. Jim and I, on dog training philosophy.
. . .My rule is 'no treat' if she didn't do one of the two body elimination functions.
. . .Mrs. Jim's idea is to treat her if she comes back in when called.

Without fail, Adi and I do this every morning except Sunday. Sunday has its own routine, but it isn't nearly so interesting.

There is more:


n) I take three medicines and three vitamins/minerals every morning. Adi is my helper with this. We are in the kitchen beside the sink.
o) Before taking the first medicine I get a glass of water and eat one rectangular piece of graham cracker. Adi eats a small piece from one end.
p) She waits patiently while I take the rest. I have a small routine [programmers, would this be a subroutine?] doing this so that I don't take one medicine twice or skip one. My secret is to take out of my shoe box the three pill bottles. As I take a medicine, I put the bottle back in the box. Can't go wrong that way.
q) After the last pill, which is a generic EyeCap, we eat the other rectangular piece of graham cracker, just as we did the first.
r) Next for Adi is 'breakfast.'
. .That for me is one half package of two (i.e. one piece) pieces of granola bar and coffee.
. .Mrs. Jim eats the other piece/half package. Adi waits for the granola bar ritual.
s) I pour coffee for Mrs. Jim, who is now reading the paper or getting e-mail. Adi waits for the granola bar ritual.
t) I open the granola bar package. Adi is still waiting.
u) I eat one third of my granola bar piece. Adi gets a corner, about the size of a large pencil eraser.
v) Mrs. Jim sips her coffee and has a one third piece of her granola bar. Adi gets a corner, about the size of a large pencil eraser, from Mrs. Jim.
w) We repeat this procedure four more time, two each for Mrs. Jim and me, with Adi and her piece, and the granola bar is gone. Adi has had a total of six bits.
x) Adi goes to the utility room to get a drink of water.
y) Adi tries to get me to play toss and take-away with her and her teddy bear.
z) Adi gets tired from playing teddy bear with me. Or she gives up trying to get me to play. I'm old, you know.
aa) Adi gets in her breakfast room bed for a long nap.
bb) If the sun is shining I always fix a blind so there is a sunny spot on the carpet and she sleeps there instead.

That is Adi's morning ritual. Every morning except Sundays. On Sundays, the paper goes into the back of the car on our way to church so we don't do the front yard part.

So on Sunday, Adi does her thing out back while I'm putting my shoes on, sitting in a rocker on the porch. Then we do the medicine/vitamin bit. I'll let you figure out which steps from above are omitted. There are additional steps. Adi goes in the utility room and gets into her 'kennel' with a treat. She eats the treat while I put the baby gate up. Adi takes a nap until we return.

Ah, life in the fast lane. That is her and my routine. I thought it might get close to being 26 steps. So I was surpised when the list got to 28 discrete items (four of the granola bit were lumped into one, at step 'w') Of course at 9:30 or ten, Mrs. Jim and I have a sweet snack with coffee. I take another pill. Adi gets into this act also.

Are you in the fast lane?

(By the Eagles)

He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held for ransom
In the heart of the cold, cold city
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
They said he was ruthless said he was crude
They had one thing in common
They were good in bed
She said, ’faster, faster.’
the lights are turning red.'
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Are you with me so far?
Eager for action hot for the game
The calling attraction the drop of the name
They knew all the right people
They took all the right pills
They threw outrageous parties
They paid heavenly bills
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face
She pretended not to notice she was caught up in the race
Out every evening until it was light
He was too tired to make it she was too tired to fight about it
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane
Glowing and burning blinded by thirst
They didn’t see the stop sign
Took a turn for the worse
She said, ’listen baby. you can hear the engine rev.’
we’ve up and down this highway, haven’t seen a goddamn thing.’
He said, ’call the doctor.
I think I’m gonna crash.’
’the doctor say he’s coming but you gotta pay in cash.’
They were rushing down that freeway,
Messed around and got lost
They didn’t care they were just dieing to get off and it was
Life in the fast lane
Surely make you lose your mind
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Everything all the time
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane

Labels: , , , ,

Tuesday, February 07, 2006


What relative of mine is suffering from post traumatic stress?

No prizes for correct answer!

Monday, February 06, 2006

e-Mail today:

This was in the inbox. It is a scam. It just so happens that as our Montgomery Pet Partners, Inc. treasurer I am in the process of setting up our PayPal non-profit account. I also have one already going for eBay use.

So the message seemed appropriate. How to spot the problem? Just see how personal it is, they didn't even addressed to me personally, just "Dear valued PayPal® member."

Clicking on the link invites who knows what. Of course I didn't. They may ask for personal data? They may have an embeddedd spy program to get all this from my computer? Who knows what?

The message:

Date: Sat 4 Feb 20:39:49 CST 2006
From: "PayPal? Inc."
Subject: Confirm PayPal? Message !
To: undisclosed-recipients: ;

Dear valued PayPal® member :
It has come to our attention that your PayPal® account information needs to be updated as part of our continuing commitment to protect your account and to reduce the instance of fraud on our website. If you could please take 5-10 minutes out of your online experience and update your personal records you will not run into any future problems with the online service.

However, failure to update your records will result in account suspension. Please update your records on or before February 7, 2006. Once you have updated your account records, your PayPal® session will not be interrupted and will continue as normal.

To update your PayPal® records click on the following link:

Thank You.

Any takers here?


Sunday, February 05, 2006

Best blond joke ever

(picture courtesy of , visit for cards or e-mail jokes)

That is, *maybe the best one I have seen in a long time.

Too long to post here, so

Please click here to read all about it.

My prediction:

Right now it is 3 to 0 in favor of Seatle. That should change.

I'm predicting Pittsburg 20 or 21 to Seatle 10. Narrow it down to 21 to 10, that will be it!


"I am sitting outside at 6 am. There was a fire and now we are all outside of the hotel. A lady loaned me her jacket as I did not think it was real and did not go back to my room after they said this is real and you must go. I am barefoot out here. -------------------------- Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld" (From Karen this morning.)

We got her call first because we hadn't read our early e-mail yet. Karen was alright, back in her room at the Calgary Sheraton Suites Calgary Eau Claire. She is on the seventh floor, those on floors 10 or and up (a 15-story downtown hotel) couldn't go back because of damage.

Guess that is one of the dangers of Yuppie life.

It was on and I didn't sleep, but

I wouldn't have missed much not have watched Saturday Night Live tonight. I like Steve Martin but that didn't make Saturday Night Live any better for me. I missed everything but Steve and some of Prince.

That program won't be on our TV again for a long time.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?