Old Age Home...

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A thread dedicated to old age and stuff..

(like)

...Those damn kids are on my lawn again...


...“Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.”
― George Burns


We'll be friends until we're old and senile...then we'll be New friends..

 

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and this..funny stuff

[ame=http://youtu.be/C4cHfzY8nuw]funny old people - YouTube[/ame]

 

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[ame=http://youtu.be/AVXGOu7vjWA]What Old People Do For Fun 2 - YouTube[/ame]

 

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PC Savy.... Granny

[ame=http://youtu.be/cRBcP6MmE8g]Did you hear a click? - YouTube[/ame]

 

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[ame=http://youtu.be/tTbwnNSh5og]funny stupid old people - YouTube[/ame]

 

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dancing..

[ame=http://youtu.be/o2w-2COmpFY]Funny old people dancing to dirty dub step - YouTube[/ame]

 

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SHMILY

Written by Laura Jeanne Allen

My Grandfather and Grandmother were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily"
in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where they always had warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my Grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave
"shmily" on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly
were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel
and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of their
house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism had kept some of them from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious
little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection
which not everyone is lucky to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped
into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble.

My Grandmother whispered to one of her friends about how cute my Grandfather was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."
Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings:
a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in the couples' life: my Grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always,
my Grandfather was with her every step of the way.
He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my Grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my Grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally,
she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, my Grandfather would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over my Grandmother.

Then one day, what everyone dreaded finally happened. My Grandmother was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my Grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time.

My Grandfather stepped up to my Grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her.

Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.

Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

SHMILY ~ A Love Story

 

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[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMJPrNQxPNA]FARTING OLD MAN RETURNS!!! - YouTube[/ame]

 

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Where's @Amelia?

[ame=http://youtu.be/sILSrOyLpmo]funny old people - YouTube[/ame]

 

[SFC Ollie]

I never knew that Lumpy was a movie star............

 

[boedicca]

Two senior ladies met for the first time since graduating from high school. One asked the other, "You were always so organized in school, did you manage to live a well planned life?"

"Oh yes," said her friend. "My first marriage was to a millionaire; my second marriage was to an actor; ,my third marriage was to a preacher; and now I'm married to an undertaker."

Her friend asked, "What do those marriages have to do with a well planned life?"
"One for the money, two for the show. three to get ready and four to go."

 

[boedicca]

A retired gentleman went to apply for Social Security.

After waiting in line for hours, he finally arrived at the counter. The woman behind the counter asked for his identification to verify his age and, after looking in his pockets, he realized that he'd left his wallet at home. "Will I have to go home and get it?" he asked.

The woman said "Unbutton your shirt."

He opened his shirt revealing lots of curly silver hair."That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me," she said and processed his Social Security application.

When he got home, the man told his wife about his experience at the Social Security office, and she said "You should have dropped your pants -- you might have qualified for disability, too."

 

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I never knew that Lumpy was a movie star............

It is hard to believe..