Monday, February 2, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
So it goes on and on......
I am still amazed at how far this Bethany Home thing has permeated so many of us from the North West.
Case in point:
Most you know how hooked I am on Facebook. It is such a fun, social thing to do, especially when you are older like I am and don't have much going on in your life anymore. It is also a wonderfully useful tool to reconnect with people that have been in your past.
Just the other day while I was reading a note on Attebetty's daughter Terri's wall (Facebook speak for your personal page) I saw the name of someone that I recognized from years ago. It was so nice to reconnect with Mary again and to see pictures of her now grown family and hear tidbits of her life. So that brings us to the hook, which is a little game people play "25 Random Things About Me". She had posted it on her "wall" and I, of course had gone over to read it. Very funny and most illuminating about a side of her I never knew. Then I came to item #20 and low and behold, there were the magic words, Bethany Home......see for your self. I have copied it here.
20. Some old guy punched me in the chest, because while working as a nursing assistant at Bethany Home in Everett, I put him on the port-a-potty and forgot about him. That kind of pissed him off.
Thank god the head nurse didn’t find out.
So there you have it. Another person with a link to Bethany Home. I wonder if there is a game out there called, "Six Degrees of Bethany Home."
Case in point:
Most you know how hooked I am on Facebook. It is such a fun, social thing to do, especially when you are older like I am and don't have much going on in your life anymore. It is also a wonderfully useful tool to reconnect with people that have been in your past.
Just the other day while I was reading a note on Attebetty's daughter Terri's wall (Facebook speak for your personal page) I saw the name of someone that I recognized from years ago. It was so nice to reconnect with Mary again and to see pictures of her now grown family and hear tidbits of her life. So that brings us to the hook, which is a little game people play "25 Random Things About Me". She had posted it on her "wall" and I, of course had gone over to read it. Very funny and most illuminating about a side of her I never knew. Then I came to item #20 and low and behold, there were the magic words, Bethany Home......see for your self. I have copied it here.
20. Some old guy punched me in the chest, because while working as a nursing assistant at Bethany Home in Everett, I put him on the port-a-potty and forgot about him. That kind of pissed him off.
Thank god the head nurse didn’t find out.
So there you have it. Another person with a link to Bethany Home. I wonder if there is a game out there called, "Six Degrees of Bethany Home."
Friday, January 23, 2009
Someone sent me a picture......
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Happy Birthday Dear Bud....


What a great show this was, even
though it has been panned in recent years for not being real. The fact that father, James Anderson, could solve the family's problems and dilemmas in only a half-hour was of no matter to me. It seemed so sweet and real because I was an only child being raised by my Grandmother. How I longed for a big sister or a little sister or a brother like Bud and a Dad like Jim.
Billy Gray, aka Bud Anderson, of Father Knows Best turned 71 this week. He will ever be that young, funny, cute guy from my pre-teen years. He was in the movie "The Day the Earth Stood Still" plus many other roles.
He was young Hollywood of that day.
Why I'm Still Single...I think.

Many people have asked me that question and until recently I didn't have an answer. Well, I did but not one I'm willing to put here. But tonight was a perfect example...
Ever since I was a little girl, I have had nice, sweet, moonie faced boys come up to me and declare their love for me. Nice guys, wonderful guys, that any woman would be proud to be associated with, or dating, or married to. But not me. Nope!!! I was looking for something else. I was looking for the Indiana Jones of my time. The daring adventurer, the exciting, dangerous fellow that would love me and sweep me off my feet while keeping me safe.
Unfortunately that didn't translate well in the late 50's and early 60's. The guys that should have fit that model, that should have been cool and hip and chivalrous were instead pasty faced thugs with greasy DA's and their cigarettes rolled up in the sleeves of their T-shirts. Years later I came to realize this malady is known as a 'broken picker' or as my wise Mother used to say, "Dear, I'm worried that you are a moron magnet." Having "picked" quite a few men that turned out to be problematic, I have to agree with her or at least admit that my 'Picker' is indeed broken.
Case in point......tonight, as I was finishing my laundry here at 'Bethany Home', a fella opened the door to the really small laundry room on my floor and smacked me rather hard. He was immediately apologetic and with the terribly funny comment, "I am so terribly sorry, I just can't rely on that X-ray vision any more", he completely amused me. Truth be told, I cracked up!!!! We have talked several times and he is always very funny and interesting but alas! not interested. He just looks average and nice and that's evidently still not what I am looking for. Nothing about him makes my old heart go pity-pat.
Do old hearts go pity-pat like young ones do? And when does that need for the dangerous guy end? Does it ever? Until then, I will stay single.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Red Letter Day Today!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HORSEY GIRL!!
Known you 50+ Years and you haven't changed a bit! Just goes to show, the Biddies are holding up well. No Bethany Home for us yet.
OH Boy! Can you just imagine a Bethany Home with us in it?
P.dot - down in the kitchen spicing up the bland dinners between visits to resident's rooms to fix computer problems, teach crafts, rearrange their furniture for a more pleasing look and dispense sage advice while doing it.
Sparkle - checking the rooms with a white glove and making 'that noise we can't spell' when she finds dirt..... All the men residents madly in love with her.
Horsey Girl - scared to death the 'Nurse Ratchets' will find out she has Glen, Jack, 2 goats, a couple of horses, a few geese, some chickens and sundry ducks hidden in her room.
Lukibstd - racing up and down the street out front, with the radio on 'Blast', looking for someone that wants to race her in her Classic e-Type Jag.
Dexagirl - making sure we all stay on the same floor......
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
My Hair
Several nights ago I was talking on the phone with my grand daughter Jensyn, who is 16, whom I have not seen for quite awhile. We were just chatting about how we have changed in looks and I mentioned that my hair now looks like a dandelion. *See, it used to be salt and pepper and really thick with lots of body. But now that it's turned white it is so soft and fluffy that I think it looks like a dandelion (see profile picture)*
She, being the sweet child that she is, said something like 'no Grandma, it's probably not like that. I remember how your hair looked.' or words to that effect. Well, then she saw a very recent picture of me online and I got a text message from her soon after that read................
She, being the sweet child that she is, said something like 'no Grandma, it's probably not like that. I remember how your hair looked.' or words to that effect. Well, then she saw a very recent picture of me online and I got a text message from her soon after that read................
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