This will be day 8 for the questions… thank you for sticking around… things will be back to normal hopefully soon!
Question 1:
What is the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
Question 2:
What’s your favorite “corny” joke?
Thanks everyone,
See you tomorrow,
Blessings, Jeanne
First of all, I just looked thru yesterday’s comments, and saw Linda’s about stewed tomatoes. I’m the opposite–I grew up on mom’s home-grown and home-canned stewed tomatoes (which were sometimes served as a vegetable, in little sauce dishes, and sometimes mixed into a casserole with ground beef, noodles, etc.–which I still make today!) so I love them.
Okay, our questions:
1–the hardest thing I’ve ever done….there have been several things, such as writing a letter to my dad, when I stayed with mom for two weeks so he could get a break (she had dementia) that I couldn’t do this again (due to my size and my health issues), and that he really Needed to put mom into care somewhere (it took him a few months, but he did–said it was the hardest thing he ever had to do and cried when he signed the papers–but it turned out to be for the best all around for several reasons); sitting in the waiting room for Ron’s colon surgery–I was at the hospital for 10 hours that day–his surgery took twice as long as anticipated because there was a great deal of infection that had to be removed, as well as 2′ of his colon, and it took much longer in the recovery room, too. Well, I guess those were two of the most difficult things.
2–corny joke…I guess the “Herman the worm” story from the 1960s, where you had to hold your lips in a certain position, which distorted the shape of the words!! It was silly in the way it was told, and silly for the joke itself, and the ending was particularly silly!!
I’m drawing blanks at those two questions, Jeanne! Not that I never had to do anything “hard”, but at the moment I can’t think of a really good response to that.
Ditto to the joke question. I don’t normally go around cracking jokes, and no one really tells me any funny ones. The one thing I do remember from when I was young were the “knock knock “ jokes that we used to tell one another.
Oh Charlotte, do not feel bad about the fact that I do ‘t care for stewed tomatoes! I’m sure your mother made some really good ones, and we all have different tastes, so don’t take it personally. Just don’t have stewed tomatoes if I come for dinner, OK?😊
Oh, yes, the hardest thing. I have two sons, now in their 50’s. They are best friends and I am now on Long Island, NY visiting the older son, Ronny. He was 3 when Tommy was born and was very jealous. Tommy was the funny, outgoing kid and knew just how to “push Ronny’s buttons”. Ronny developed a temper and about once every 6 months he would lose it and they would get in a fight. After their father and I were divorced, I would threaten to send Ronny to live with him, 8 miles away, if he didn’t stop beating up on his brother. Well, one night, when the boys were 21 and 18, I heard a terrible ruckus going on in Tommy’s bedroom. I went in, they were on Tommy’s bed and Ronny was beating up on him again. I grabbed Ronny by the hair and pulled him off and sent him to his room. After awhile I went and knocked on his door. He threw it open and his expression actually frightened me. I told him to pack up his clothes and go to his father, that he didn’t live here any more. I was criticized for it, but it proved to be the best thing I ever did. Ronny realized he had to get control of his temper, and he did. He still could get angry but never hit anyone again. He is a very loving son, and so is Tommy. They are both coming to my house next month to help me with stuff that at our age we just don’t keep up with very well. I know Ronny wants to get in the attic where most of my fabric is, but I said NO to that, LOL!
At least one of the hardest things I had to do was have my knee replaced. Who wants to lose a part of their body? That was 17 years ago, and after 10 years it got to feel reasonably like the other knee — they both ached the same way. What helped both knees was the intense PT I got in the nursing home after I left the hospice and had to relearn to walk. I had thought the 2nd knee would need replacing, but the therapy took care of it.
The first one did need replacing. It wouldn’t straighten out. The hospital demanded that I take a preparation class before the surgery. Half of what they told us was completely untrue. I’ve listened to other people as they’ve gone through knee replacement. No one has found it easy, but a lot of really good PT can really help.
Marilyn, I had both my knees replace within 4 months of each other, 13 years ago. Before the surgery I had been doing water aerobics because my knees hurt. I have been doing that twice a week since then, each time as soon as the doc let me back in the pool. I have my husband going with me now, and it has helped him a lot. We are both in our 80’s and it really helps us to keep going. My knees as not hurt once since the therapy was over.
I really can’t think of anything hard to do or a joke, so I’ll tell you about my doll delivery yesterday. 🙂
My package delivery was supposed to be today, but an update said it was coming yesterday. Since it was USPS, that meant that other person would be highly interested in seeing the mail that was sure to arrive at the same time. So, we went for a walk. When we returned, other person decided to head to the store. I managed to add a lot of things to “the list.” Then, we both took off. I had another errand to run. I made it a quick one and upon return, no delivery yet. Will other person show up in the middle of the delivery? Will the mail be late? Didn’t know. Well, within five minutes after my return, there was the mail truck. I could just see other person pulling into the driveway at the same time that our mailman was walking up the walk with the mail and my obvious doll box. I unlocked the door in preparation, thinking that maybe I might be able to snatch that box away quickly. Heard the mailbox lid snap closed and footsteps head back down those 13 steps. Opened the door. There was “the box”. Grabbed it and wrenched it inside. No sign of other person!! Brought in the mail as well. Normally, I would stash the box, but without the presence of other person, I decided to go right ahead and open the box. Well, let me tell you, this doll was special. She came with two lovely wigs. A long curly red and a short blond. Her outfit was a beautiful fluffy light pink. I pulled everything out of her box and put it all in a plastic bag so she would be ready to dress later. Just seeing this beautiful doll was enough for me. Almost to the moment that I had returned Marianella’s box to the shipper box, I heard our truck! Plenty of time to deposit the box, Marianella, and her things to a nice hiding location. This was my lucky day. 🙂
Have a great weekend everyone.
You are teasing us again Joy🤗 i can almost imagine this newest doll… and with two wigs no less! Send Jeanne a picture🥹 for us.
She sounds lovely, Joy! PHotos soon?????
Dear Joy, and this was our lucky day because we got to hear your story! Your capers always make me smile. Thanks for the happy thoughts. I will hold on to them throughout the weekend.
This my favorite joke/story…….
I don’t know the origins of this story but it goes to show that people who ask silly questions sometimes get very silly answers!
“I was buying a large bag of Purina dog chow for my dog at Walmart and standing in line at the check out.
“A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
“On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting the Purina Diet again although I probably shouldn’t because I’d ended up in the hospital last time, but that I’d lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
“I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.
“I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.
“Horrified, she asked if I’d ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned by the dog food. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff a poodle’s ass and a car hit me.
“I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.”
This joke has been circulating for years, but it still makes me laugh
Hardest thing I had to do …. Watch my Dad pass…while having a stroke.😳🫣
George Carlin used to tell a story about sitting on a newspaper on the subway. Evidently that isn’t uncommon for people to do ont he New York subway. This one day a lady said to him, “Excuse me, are you reading that newspaper?” He thought it was such a stupid question he got up, turned the page and sat back down.
Dear Jeanne, sorry I have been missing. I have been thinking about you and the Sofa Sisters and remembering you all in prayer. Thanks for keeping the sofa “open,” even when it is difficult to do so.