Someone sent me this picture and wanted to know if this was me......I am committed to blogging but truth be told, I couldn't bend over that far anymore.
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All you ever wanted to know about the things that go on in the minds of those whom are old enough to qualify for Senior Housing and are brave enough to ask "Is there a Senior Discount?"
Where I Live
It's not actually Bethany Home
Many have asked me if that is the name of the building where I live and I feel I must explain, because it's not. It's just my tongue in cheek, smarty pants way of saying I'm getting old.
In the small town where I lived a good share of my younger years there was an old folks home and it's name was Bethany Home. We used to use that name as a destination for anyone that acted in a way that we thought old people acted.
Once I parked near there to go to the grocery store. One friend in the back seat asked, "did my husband put my suitcase in the trunk when you picked me up?" and she pointed at Bethany Home rising up behind us and we all laughed.
There were these friends of ours, a nice couple, who were a little older than us. Often when we were all together she would get mesmerized by the conversations and the goofing around. She would let her cigarette go, just burning between her fingers, and just as the ash was about to fall on her lap, her husband would jump up with an ashtray in his hand, hold it under her cigarette, tap her arm and say in a disgusted voice, "Mary, next week, Bethany Home." I would imagine that her behavior was what he thought old people did.
No disrespect was ever meant to Bethany Home's inhabitants.
It was just an expression. Hence, the name for this blog. I am old enough to now live in Bethany Home.
In the small town where I lived a good share of my younger years there was an old folks home and it's name was Bethany Home. We used to use that name as a destination for anyone that acted in a way that we thought old people acted.
Once I parked near there to go to the grocery store. One friend in the back seat asked, "did my husband put my suitcase in the trunk when you picked me up?" and she pointed at Bethany Home rising up behind us and we all laughed.
There were these friends of ours, a nice couple, who were a little older than us. Often when we were all together she would get mesmerized by the conversations and the goofing around. She would let her cigarette go, just burning between her fingers, and just as the ash was about to fall on her lap, her husband would jump up with an ashtray in his hand, hold it under her cigarette, tap her arm and say in a disgusted voice, "Mary, next week, Bethany Home." I would imagine that her behavior was what he thought old people did.
No disrespect was ever meant to Bethany Home's inhabitants.
It was just an expression. Hence, the name for this blog. I am old enough to now live in Bethany Home.
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HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????
One morning recently, I was sitting in bed using my laptop, looking at some videos on You Tube and I was listening to Bon Jovi doing "We Got It Going On" and the first line is "Is there anybody out there wanting to party?"......I swear to you my hands were up in the air and I had my mouth screwed up in that partying, let's dance kind of way.....like I was a kid again. I caught myself and put my hands down like my Grandkids had just walked in. Do we ever grow up?
How did I get to be a person old enough to live in Senior Housing? Was I asleep and my sixties just crept up on me?
Am I the only one that is shocked to wake up and be old? I need some input and you all need to let me know how you feel......please!!!!
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JESUS LOVES ME {Senior Rendition} just like we sang in Sunday School
Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in Him.
(CHORUS)
YES, JESUS LOVES ME.. YES, JESUS LOVES ME..
YES, JESUS LOVES ME, THE BIBLE TELLS ME SO.
Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I'll go
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.
(CHORUS)
When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song..
Telling me in words so clear,
"Have no fear, for I am near."
(CHORUS)
When my work on earth is done,
And life's victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love
(CHORUS)
I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love Him every day.
(CHORUS)
4 comments:
I think that is Alison....
I still think it's Pdot. Or...she wears the whole laptop on a chain around her neck. The latest Bling.....
Ha! Even I'm not that addicted to my computer!
I gave up my TV. Gotta have some entertainment. What can I say? You try giving up TV and let's see what you switch to. For me it is books on tape and the computer.
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