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THE COMPUTER SWALLOWED GRANDMA

Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly its true!
She pressed ‘control’ and ‘enter’
And disappeared from view.

It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.

I’ve searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I’ve even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.

In desperation, I asked Jeeves
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found ‘online.’

So, if inside your ‘Inbox,’
My Grandma you should see,
Please ‘Copy,”Scan’ and ‘Paste’ her
And send her back to me.

This is a tribute to all the Grandmas who have been fearless and . . . .
Learned to use the Computer…..
They are the greatest!!!

We do not stop playing because we grow old;
We grow old because we stop playing.
NEVER Be The First To Get Old

When I say I’m broke…I’M BROKE

Friday, August 15th, 2008

A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day,
only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man
carrying a vacuum cleaner.

‘Good morning,’ said the young man. ‘If I could take a
couple of minutes of your time, I would like to
demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.’

‘Go away!’ said the old lady. ‘I’m broke and haven’t got
any money!’ and she proceeded to close the door.

Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the
door and pushed it wide open. ‘Don’t be too hasty!’ he
said. ‘Not until you have at least seen my demonstration.’

And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto
her hallway carpet.

‘If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of
this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will
personally eat the remainder.’

The old lady stepped back and said,
‘Well let me get you a fork, ’cause they cut off my electricity this
morning.’

Grandmas & Umbrellas

Tuesday, August 12th, 2008


Grandmas -Gotta Love ‘Em!!!

Here’s a quote from a government employee who witnessed a recent
interaction
between an elderly
Woman and an antiwar protester in a Metro station in DC:

‘There were protesters on the train platform handing out pamphlets
on the evils of America . I politely declined to take one.

‘An elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a
young (20ish) female protester offered
her a pamphlet, which she politely declined.

‘The young protester put her hand on the old woman’s shoulder as a gesture
of friendship and in a very soft voice said, ‘Lady, don’t you care
about the children of Iraq ?’

‘The old woman looked up at her and said, ‘ Honey, my father died in France
during World War II, I lost my husband in Korea , and a son in Vietnam . All
three died so you could have the right to stand here and bad mouth
our country. If you touch me again. I’ll stick this umbrella up your ass
and open it. ‘ ‘

Sweet Grandmother in the Hospital

Tuesday, August 12th, 2008

A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph ’s Hospital and timidly asked,
‘Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?’

The operator said, ‘I’ll be glad to help, dear. What’s the name and room number?’

In a weak, tremulous voice, the grandmother said, ‘Norma Findlay, Room 302. The operator replied, ‘Let me place you on hold while I check with her nurse.’

After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said,
‘Oh, I have good news. Norma’s nurse just told me that she’s doing very well.
Her blood pressure is fine. Her blood work just came back as normal.
And her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged on Tuesday.’

The grandmother said, ‘Thank you. That’s wonderful! I was so
worried! God bless you for the good news.’

The operator replied, ‘You’re more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?’

The grandmother said, ‘No. I’m Norma Findlay in 302. No one tells me shit!’

Goodbye, Mom

Monday, August 4th, 2008

A young man shopping in a supermarket
noticed a little old lady following him around.
If he stopped, she stopped.
Furthermore she kept staring at him.

She finally overtook him at the checkout,

And she turned to him and said,
“I hope I haven’t made you feel ill at ease;
it’s just that you look so much like my late son.”

He answered, “That’s okay.”

“I know it’s silly, but if you’d call out

“Good bye, Mom” as I leave the store,
It would make me feel so happy.”

She then went through the checkout,

And as she was on her way out of the store,
The man called out, “Goodbye, Mom.”

The little old lady waved, and smiled back at him.

Pleased that he had brought a little sunshine

Into someone’s day, he went to pay
for his Groceries.

“That comes to $121.85,” said the clerk.

“How come so much … I only bought 5 items..”

The clerk replied, “Yeah, but your Mother said


You’d be paying for her things, too.”

Don’t trust little Old Ladies!!!

A Christmas Story

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

Subject: A CHRISTMAS STORY

There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to
process
all the mail that had illegible addresses.

One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no
actual address . He thought he should open it to see what it was about.
The letter read:

“Dear God,
I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension.
Yesterday someone stole my purse.
It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension
check.

Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for
dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no
family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?

Sincerely,
Edna”

The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other
workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few
dollars.
By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into
an
envelope and sent to the woman.
The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna
and
the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.

Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the
same
old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was
opened.
It read:

“Dear God,

How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my
friends.
We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift.

By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those
bastards
at the Post Office

Letter to Bank

Monday, July 28th, 2008

Shown below, is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an 86 year old woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.

Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.

By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.

I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways.

I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, — when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.!

My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.

I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.

I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Let me level the playing field even further.

When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH

#1. To make an appointment to see me

#2. To query a missing payment.

# 3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

# 4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.

# 5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

# 6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home .

#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.

# 8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.

# 9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.

# 10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.

While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year? Your Humble Client

(Remember: This was written by a 86 year old woman) ‘YA JUST GOTTA LOVE ‘ US SENIORS’ !!!!!

Used Car

Friday, July 25th, 2008

If you don’t laugh at this one you need to lighten up!

It was a small town and the patrolman was making his evening rounds.
As he was checking a used car lot, he came upon two little old ladies sitting in a used car.

He stopped and asked them why they were sitting there in the car. Were they trying to steal it?
‘Heavens no, we bought it .’

‘Then why don’t you drive it away .’
We can’t drive .’

Then why did you buy it?’

‘We were told that if we bought a Used car here we’d get screwed, so we’re just waiting.

When I’m an old Lady and live with my kids

Friday, July 25th, 2008

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness… just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they’ve provided.
Returning each deed! Oh, they’ll be so excited!
(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids)

I’ll write on the wall with reds, whites and blues,
And I’ll bounce on the furniture…wearing my shoes.
I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they’ll shout!
(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids)

When they’re on the phone and just out of reach,
I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they’ll snap their fingers and then shake their head,
(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids)
When they coo k dinner and call me to eat,
I’ll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry…I’ll run…if I’m able!
(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids)

I’ll sit close to the TV, through the channels I’ll click,
I’ll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud ’til the end of the day!
(When I’m an old lady and live with my kids)

And later in bed, I’ll lay back and sigh,
I’ll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping!”
God Bless All Moms and Grandmas everywhere!

Little Old Lady

Friday, July 25th, 2008

There was a little old lady,
who every morning, stepped onto her front porch,
raised her arms to the sky, and shouted:
“PRAISE THE LORD!”

One day an atheist moved into the house next door.
He became irritated at the little old lady.
Every morning he’d step onto his front porch after her and yell:
“THERE IS NO LORD!”

Time passed with the two of them carrying on this way every day.

One morning, in the middle of winter,
the little old lady stepped onto her front porch and shouted:
“PRAISE THE LORD!
Please Lord, I have no food and I am starving,
provide for me, oh Lord!

The next morning she stepped out onto her porch
and there were two huge bags of groceries sitting there.

“PRAISE THE LORD!” she cried out.
“HE HAS PROVIDED GROCERIES FOR ME!”

The atheist neighbor jumped out of the hedges and shouted:
“THERE IS NO LORD; I BOUGHT THOSE GROCERIES!!”

The little old lady threw her arms into the air and shouted:
“PRAISE THE LORD!
HE HAS PROVIDED ME WITH GROCERIES
AND MADE THE DEVIL PAY FOR THEM!”