Sunday, December 9, 2012

Frownless in Seattle OR Got MS? BTW MS does not stand for Microsoft on this blog HA on U

Hanukkah is here and Christmas, Kwanazaa are approaching, it is time to get serious. Above photo is back when I was walking and hadn't had my boob reduction yet. That was our apt. that overlooked the FAMOUS Seattle Space Noodle, er, needle, whatever. I never got the big deal about that structure, maybe in the '60s, but moving on---it is fun, now that I am unable to walk or stand like a normal person, to look at old photos from when I was NORMAL!

Last night at my retirement/assisted living/old folk's home (where I, with no thanks, have lowered the average age to 85 by being THE youngest person here, having moved in at age 51--see ad: "Lose years in minutes by moving into an old folk's home at age 51 you will suddenly become "A KID again!"), 4 of us took on an attempt to resurrect the dignified, high-class, relaxing, fun-filled, card game called Bridge. (Did you buy that? Come closer, I got a bridge to sell yas.)

But FIRST, I decided to make the dining room rounds with Sy, a new(er) guy here, who likes to schmooze and work a room. He has been doing it since he and his sweet, artist wife moved in here. Many people were not keen on his interruption of their dinner, but he didn't care about such silliness and after awhile we were all saying, "Where is Sy?"

He and I hit it off right away. (Though his daily sticking his face near mine--like many folks here his hearing is not great--was annoying as a midnight cat wail...yowww) We share the same core values. Love, accept, don't judge, include, laugh lots!

So last night was a blast. I got to find out how Jerry's daughter was doing with her chemo treatments, how 103 year old Elma was, met Wanda's movie star handsome grandson, learned she has two sons, got to pat Abby and Helen, joke with Jack, Paul, ask Andy about his dog, Roger updated me on his Pat who walked on her swollen foot when Drs. told her not to, on and on. Sy was so far ahead of me! Usually he hasn't even sat down before MY table mates and I have finished dessert! I think we sang a song to someone...tried to get Ben to smile (he DID! Ben has, um, a chip or something on his something or other---I think it has to do with the Holocaust. Personally, I love Ben because he is honest, no BS-ing around. "Dad, can't you be nice for once?!" I think that was his daughter...no one will sit at his table and he always frowns. He is about 5 feet tall and resembles Mr. Magoo without glasses. Sy reached him though, talking Yiddish, asking, "How are you tonight, Ben?" "NOT GOOD!" "Oh come on, you're talking, how bad can it be?" "Don't ask me, if you don't want the answer." Love Ben. He rarely gives eye contact. "I'm here to eat. That's it." But, Sy is relentless, has seen his share of anti-Semitism, and he makes Ben smile every day now.

So at bridge (thought I forgot, eh?) one fella has figured out a way to teach it to Sy, that lasted until Maggie got anxious to start playing, and Sy also was getting overwhelmed with info, so the game began. There were a few loud moments, we are not friends with the Tile Rummy players who are accustomed to having the social room to themselves, and they consider us too noisy (Bridge is supposed to be a soft, quiet, dignified game---RIGHT), an Sy, who wears a hearing aid, yells at them, "YOU ARE TOO LOUD!" Luckily, most of them hear so poorly that I think they missed his words. (The Bridge players remaining have taken on the "Lunatics" title.)



Yes, there we are, the Bridge players, doing some stretches in the fresh air of Seattle before the game starts. See our historic Space Nodule in the (er, needle) background? You got me! This is actually an ad for a store here called Archie McPhee in Seattle. If you can go there and leave without laughing I will BUY you that bridge I was gonna sell ya.

I says to Sy, "You promised to teach me to harmonize if I taught you to play bridge." "WHAT? I can't sing! Maggie, you can teach her." Maggie says, "I can't sing." Sy says, "Kurt can sing, right?" Maggie says, "Oh, yes, he sings good." I says, "Great I'll ask Kurt!" To which Maggie replies, "He can stay on key too."

The laughter I'd been holding in all night came bursting out with that line, delivered with pitch perfect timing.

Got MS? Got problems? LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH


**Side effects include gut burstification, uncontrollable anal leakage with possible ear shattering due to sonic boom-loud flatulation and as always...possible death**

6 comments:

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Hanukkah is here and Christmas, Kwanazaa are approaching, it is time to get serious. Above photo is back when I was walking and hadn't had my boob reduction yet. That was our apt. that overlooked the FAMOUS Seattle Space Noodle, er, needle, whatever. I never got the big deal about that structure, maybe in the '60s, but moving on---it is fun, now that I am unable to walk or stand like a normal person, to look at old photos from when I was NORMAL!

Last night at my retirement/assisted living/old folk's home (where I, with no thanks, have lowered the average age to 85 by being THE youngest person here, having moved in at age 51--see ad: "Lose years in minutes by moving into an old folk's home at age 51 you will suddenly become "A KID again!"), 4 of us took on an attempt to resurrect the dignified, high-class, relaxing, fun-filled, card game called Bridge. (Did you buy that? Come closer, I got a bridge to sell yas.)

But FIRST, I decided to make the dining room rounds with Sy, a new(er) guy here, who likes to schmooze and work a room. He has been doing it since he and his sweet, artist wife moved in here. Many people were not keen on his interruption of their dinner, but he didn't care about such silliness and after awhile we were all saying, "Where is Sy?"

He and I hit it off right away. (Though his daily sticking his face near mine--like many folks here his hearing is not great--was annoying as a midnight cat wail...yowww) We share the same core values. Love, accept, don't judge, include, laugh lots!

So last night was a blast. I got to find out how Jerry's daughter was doing with her chemo treatments, how 103 year old Elma was, met Wanda's movie star handsome grandson, learned she has two sons, got to pat Abby and Helen, joke with Jack, Paul, ask Andy about his dog, Roger updated me on his Pat who walked on her swollen foot when Drs. told her not to, on and on. Sy was so far ahead of me! Usually he hasn't even sat down before MY table mates and I have finished dessert! I think we sang a song to someone...tried to get Ben to smile (he DID! Ben has, um, a chip or something on his something or other---I think it has to do with the Holocaust. Personally, I love Ben because he is honest, no BS-ing around. "Dad, can't you be nice for once?!" I think that was his daughter...no one will sit at his table and he always frowns. He is about 5 feet tall and resembles Mr. Magoo without glasses. Sy reached him though, talking Yiddish, asking, "How are you tonight, Ben?" "NOT GOOD!" "Oh come on, you're talking, how bad can it be?" "Don't ask me, if you don't want the answer." Love Ben. He rarely gives eye contact. "I'm here to eat. That's it." But, Sy is relentless, has seen his share of anti-Semitism, and he makes Ben smile every day now.

So at bridge (thought I forgot, eh?) one fella has figured out a way to teach it to Sy, that lasted until Maggie got anxious to start playing, and Sy also was getting overwhelmed with info, so the game began. There were a few loud moments, we are not friends with the Tile Rummy players who are accustomed to having the social room to themselves, and they consider us too noisy (Bridge is supposed to be a soft, quiet, dignified game---RIGHT), an Sy, who wears a hearing aid, yells at them, "YOU ARE TOO LOUD!" Luckily, most of them hear so poorly that I think they missed his words. (The Bridge players remaining have taken on the "Lunatics" title.)



Yes, there we are, the Bridge players, doing some stretches in the fresh air of Seattle before the game starts. See our historic Space Nodule in the (er, needle) background? You got me! This is actually an ad for a store here called Archie McPhee in Seattle. If you can go there and leave without laughing I will BUY you that bridge I was gonna sell ya.

I says to Sy, "You promised to teach me to harmonize if I taught you to play bridge." "WHAT? I can't sing! Maggie, you can teach her." Maggie says, "I can't sing." Sy says, "Kurt can sing, right?" Maggie says, "Oh, yes, he sings good." I says, "Great I'll ask Kurt!" To which Maggie replies, "He can stay on key too."

The laughter I'd been holding in all night came bursting out with that line, delivered with pitch perfect timing.

Got MS? Got problems? LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH


**Side effects include gut burstification, uncontrollable anal leakage with possible ear shattering due to sonic boom-loud flatulation and as always...possible death**

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Diane J Standiford said...

Hanukkah is here and Christmas, Kwanazaa are approaching, it is time to get serious. Above photo is back when I was walking and hadn't had my boob reduction yet. That was our apt. that overlooked the FAMOUS Seattle Space Noodle, er, needle, whatever. I never got the big deal about that structure, maybe in the '60s, but moving on---it is fun, now that I am unable to walk or stand like a normal person, to look at old photos from when I was NORMAL!

Last night at my retirement/assisted living/old folk's home (where I, with no thanks, have lowered the average age to 85 by being THE youngest person here, having moved in at age 51--see ad: "Lose years in minutes by moving into an old folk's home at age 51 you will suddenly become "A KID again!"), 4 of us took on an attempt to resurrect the dignified, high-class, relaxing, fun-filled, card game called Bridge. (Did you buy that? Come closer, I got a bridge to sell yas.)

But FIRST, I decided to make the dining room rounds with Sy, a new(er) guy here, who likes to schmooze and work a room. He has been doing it since he and his sweet, artist wife moved in here. Many people were not keen on his interruption of their dinner, but he didn't care about such silliness and after awhile we were all saying, "Where is Sy?"

He and I hit it off right away. (Though his daily sticking his face near mine--like many folks here his hearing is not great--was annoying as a midnight cat wail...yowww) We share the same core values. Love, accept, don't judge, include, laugh lots!

So last night was a blast. I got to find out how Jerry's daughter was doing with her chemo treatments, how 103 year old Elma was, met Wanda's movie star handsome grandson, learned she has two sons, got to pat Abby and Helen, joke with Jack, Paul, ask Andy about his dog, Roger updated me on his Pat who walked on her swollen foot when Drs. told her not to, on and on. Sy was so far ahead of me! Usually he hasn't even sat down before MY table mates and I have finished dessert! I think we sang a song to someone...tried to get Ben to smile (he DID! Ben has, um, a chip or something on his something or other---I think it has to do with the Holocaust. Personally, I love Ben because he is honest, no BS-ing around. "Dad, can't you be nice for once?!" I think that was his daughter...no one will sit at his table and he always frowns. He is about 5 feet tall and resembles Mr. Magoo without glasses. Sy reached him though, talking Yiddish, asking, "How are you tonight, Ben?" "NOT GOOD!" "Oh come on, you're talking, how bad can it be?" "Don't ask me, if you don't want the answer." Love Ben. He rarely gives eye contact. "I'm here to eat. That's it." But, Sy is relentless, has seen his share of anti-Semitism, and he makes Ben smile every day now.

So at bridge (thought I forgot, eh?) one fella has figured out a way to teach it to Sy, that lasted until Maggie got anxious to start playing, and Sy also was getting overwhelmed with info, so the game began. There were a few loud moments, we are not friends with the Tile Rummy players who are accustomed to having the social room to themselves, and they consider us too noisy (Bridge is supposed to be a soft, quiet, dignified game---RIGHT), an Sy, who wears a hearing aid, yells at them, "YOU ARE TOO LOUD!" Luckily, most of them hear so poorly that I think they missed his words. (The Bridge players remaining have taken on the "Lunatics" title.)



Yes, there we are, the Bridge players, doing some stretches in the fresh air of Seattle before the game starts. See our historic Space Nodule in the (er, needle) background? You got me! This is actually an ad for a store here called Archie McPhee in Seattle. If you can go there and leave without laughing I will BUY you that bridge I was gonna sell ya.

I says to Sy, "You promised to teach me to harmonize if I taught you to play bridge." "WHAT? I can't sing! Maggie, you can teach her." Maggie says, "I can't sing." Sy says, "Kurt can sing, right?" Maggie says, "Oh, yes, he sings good." I says, "Great I'll ask Kurt!" To which Maggie replies, "He can stay on key too."

The laughter I'd been holding in all night came bursting out with that line, delivered with pitch perfect timing.

Got MS? Got problems? LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH


**Side effects include gut burstification, uncontrollable anal leakage with possible ear shattering due to sonic boom-loud flatulation and as always...possible death**

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zoomdoggies said...

Hanukkah is here and Christmas, Kwanazaa are approaching, it is time to get serious. Above photo is back when I was walking and hadn't had my boob reduction yet. That was our apt. that overlooked the FAMOUS Seattle Space Noodle, er, needle, whatever. I never got the big deal about that structure, maybe in the '60s, but moving on---it is fun, now that I am unable to walk or stand like a normal person, to look at old photos from when I was NORMAL!

Last night at my retirement/assisted living/old folk's home (where I, with no thanks, have lowered the average age to 85 by being THE youngest person here, having moved in at age 51--see ad: "Lose years in minutes by moving into an old folk's home at age 51 you will suddenly become "A KID again!"), 4 of us took on an attempt to resurrect the dignified, high-class, relaxing, fun-filled, card game called Bridge. (Did you buy that? Come closer, I got a bridge to sell yas.)

But FIRST, I decided to make the dining room rounds with Sy, a new(er) guy here, who likes to schmooze and work a room. He has been doing it since he and his sweet, artist wife moved in here. Many people were not keen on his interruption of their dinner, but he didn't care about such silliness and after awhile we were all saying, "Where is Sy?"

He and I hit it off right away. (Though his daily sticking his face near mine--like many folks here his hearing is not great--was annoying as a midnight cat wail...yowww) We share the same core values. Love, accept, don't judge, include, laugh lots!

So last night was a blast. I got to find out how Jerry's daughter was doing with her chemo treatments, how 103 year old Elma was, met Wanda's movie star handsome grandson, learned she has two sons, got to pat Abby and Helen, joke with Jack, Paul, ask Andy about his dog, Roger updated me on his Pat who walked on her swollen foot when Drs. told her not to, on and on. Sy was so far ahead of me! Usually he hasn't even sat down before MY table mates and I have finished dessert! I think we sang a song to someone...tried to get Ben to smile (he DID! Ben has, um, a chip or something on his something or other---I think it has to do with the Holocaust. Personally, I love Ben because he is honest, no BS-ing around. "Dad, can't you be nice for once?!" I think that was his daughter...no one will sit at his table and he always frowns. He is about 5 feet tall and resembles Mr. Magoo without glasses. Sy reached him though, talking Yiddish, asking, "How are you tonight, Ben?" "NOT GOOD!" "Oh come on, you're talking, how bad can it be?" "Don't ask me, if you don't want the answer." Love Ben. He rarely gives eye contact. "I'm here to eat. That's it." But, Sy is relentless, has seen his share of anti-Semitism, and he makes Ben smile every day now.

So at bridge (thought I forgot, eh?) one fella has figured out a way to teach it to Sy, that lasted until Maggie got anxious to start playing, and Sy also was getting overwhelmed with info, so the game began. There were a few loud moments, we are not friends with the Tile Rummy players who are accustomed to having the social room to themselves, and they consider us too noisy (Bridge is supposed to be a soft, quiet, dignified game---RIGHT), an Sy, who wears a hearing aid, yells at them, "YOU ARE TOO LOUD!" Luckily, most of them hear so poorly that I think they missed his words. (The Bridge players remaining have taken on the "Lunatics" title.)



Yes, there we are, the Bridge players, doing some stretches in the fresh air of Seattle before the game starts. See our historic Space Nodule in the (er, needle) background? You got me! This is actually an ad for a store here called Archie McPhee in Seattle. If you can go there and leave without laughing I will BUY you that bridge I was gonna sell ya.

I says to Sy, "You promised to teach me to harmonize if I taught you to play bridge." "WHAT? I can't sing! Maggie, you can teach her." Maggie says, "I can't sing." Sy says, "Kurt can sing, right?" Maggie says, "Oh, yes, he sings good." I says, "Great I'll ask Kurt!" To which Maggie replies, "He can stay on key too."

The laughter I'd been holding in all night came bursting out with that line, delivered with pitch perfect timing.

Got MS? Got problems? LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH


**Side effects include gut burstification, uncontrollable anal leakage with possible ear shattering due to sonic boom-loud flatulation and as always...possible death**

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melish said...

Hanukkah is here and Christmas, Kwanazaa are approaching, it is time to get serious. Above photo is back when I was walking and hadn't had my boob reduction yet. That was our apt. that overlooked the FAMOUS Seattle Space Noodle, er, needle, whatever. I never got the big deal about that structure, maybe in the '60s, but moving on---it is fun, now that I am unable to walk or stand like a normal person, to look at old photos from when I was NORMAL!

Last night at my retirement/assisted living/old folk's home (where I, with no thanks, have lowered the average age to 85 by being THE youngest person here, having moved in at age 51--see ad: "Lose years in minutes by moving into an old folk's home at age 51 you will suddenly become "A KID again!"), 4 of us took on an attempt to resurrect the dignified, high-class, relaxing, fun-filled, card game called Bridge. (Did you buy that? Come closer, I got a bridge to sell yas.)

But FIRST, I decided to make the dining room rounds with Sy, a new(er) guy here, who likes to schmooze and work a room. He has been doing it since he and his sweet, artist wife moved in here. Many people were not keen on his interruption of their dinner, but he didn't care about such silliness and after awhile we were all saying, "Where is Sy?"

He and I hit it off right away. (Though his daily sticking his face near mine--like many folks here his hearing is not great--was annoying as a midnight cat wail...yowww) We share the same core values. Love, accept, don't judge, include, laugh lots!

So last night was a blast. I got to find out how Jerry's daughter was doing with her chemo treatments, how 103 year old Elma was, met Wanda's movie star handsome grandson, learned she has two sons, got to pat Abby and Helen, joke with Jack, Paul, ask Andy about his dog, Roger updated me on his Pat who walked on her swollen foot when Drs. told her not to, on and on. Sy was so far ahead of me! Usually he hasn't even sat down before MY table mates and I have finished dessert! I think we sang a song to someone...tried to get Ben to smile (he DID! Ben has, um, a chip or something on his something or other---I think it has to do with the Holocaust. Personally, I love Ben because he is honest, no BS-ing around. "Dad, can't you be nice for once?!" I think that was his daughter...no one will sit at his table and he always frowns. He is about 5 feet tall and resembles Mr. Magoo without glasses. Sy reached him though, talking Yiddish, asking, "How are you tonight, Ben?" "NOT GOOD!" "Oh come on, you're talking, how bad can it be?" "Don't ask me, if you don't want the answer." Love Ben. He rarely gives eye contact. "I'm here to eat. That's it." But, Sy is relentless, has seen his share of anti-Semitism, and he makes Ben smile every day now.

So at bridge (thought I forgot, eh?) one fella has figured out a way to teach it to Sy, that lasted until Maggie got anxious to start playing, and Sy also was getting overwhelmed with info, so the game began. There were a few loud moments, we are not friends with the Tile Rummy players who are accustomed to having the social room to themselves, and they consider us too noisy (Bridge is supposed to be a soft, quiet, dignified game---RIGHT), an Sy, who wears a hearing aid, yells at them, "YOU ARE TOO LOUD!" Luckily, most of them hear so poorly that I think they missed his words. (The Bridge players remaining have taken on the "Lunatics" title.)



Yes, there we are, the Bridge players, doing some stretches in the fresh air of Seattle before the game starts. See our historic Space Nodule in the (er, needle) background? You got me! This is actually an ad for a store here called Archie McPhee in Seattle. If you can go there and leave without laughing I will BUY you that bridge I was gonna sell ya.

I says to Sy, "You promised to teach me to harmonize if I taught you to play bridge." "WHAT? I can't sing! Maggie, you can teach her." Maggie says, "I can't sing." Sy says, "Kurt can sing, right?" Maggie says, "Oh, yes, he sings good." I says, "Great I'll ask Kurt!" To which Maggie replies, "He can stay on key too."

The laughter I'd been holding in all night came bursting out with that line, delivered with pitch perfect timing.

Got MS? Got problems? LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH


**Side effects include gut burstification, uncontrollable anal leakage with possible ear shattering due to sonic boom-loud flatulation and as always...possible death**

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Diane J Standiford said...

Hanukkah is here and Christmas, Kwanazaa are approaching, it is time to get serious. Above photo is back when I was walking and hadn't had my boob reduction yet. That was our apt. that overlooked the FAMOUS Seattle Space Noodle, er, needle, whatever. I never got the big deal about that structure, maybe in the '60s, but moving on---it is fun, now that I am unable to walk or stand like a normal person, to look at old photos from when I was NORMAL!

Last night at my retirement/assisted living/old folk's home (where I, with no thanks, have lowered the average age to 85 by being THE youngest person here, having moved in at age 51--see ad: "Lose years in minutes by moving into an old folk's home at age 51 you will suddenly become "A KID again!"), 4 of us took on an attempt to resurrect the dignified, high-class, relaxing, fun-filled, card game called Bridge. (Did you buy that? Come closer, I got a bridge to sell yas.)

But FIRST, I decided to make the dining room rounds with Sy, a new(er) guy here, who likes to schmooze and work a room. He has been doing it since he and his sweet, artist wife moved in here. Many people were not keen on his interruption of their dinner, but he didn't care about such silliness and after awhile we were all saying, "Where is Sy?"

He and I hit it off right away. (Though his daily sticking his face near mine--like many folks here his hearing is not great--was annoying as a midnight cat wail...yowww) We share the same core values. Love, accept, don't judge, include, laugh lots!

So last night was a blast. I got to find out how Jerry's daughter was doing with her chemo treatments, how 103 year old Elma was, met Wanda's movie star handsome grandson, learned she has two sons, got to pat Abby and Helen, joke with Jack, Paul, ask Andy about his dog, Roger updated me on his Pat who walked on her swollen foot when Drs. told her not to, on and on. Sy was so far ahead of me! Usually he hasn't even sat down before MY table mates and I have finished dessert! I think we sang a song to someone...tried to get Ben to smile (he DID! Ben has, um, a chip or something on his something or other---I think it has to do with the Holocaust. Personally, I love Ben because he is honest, no BS-ing around. "Dad, can't you be nice for once?!" I think that was his daughter...no one will sit at his table and he always frowns. He is about 5 feet tall and resembles Mr. Magoo without glasses. Sy reached him though, talking Yiddish, asking, "How are you tonight, Ben?" "NOT GOOD!" "Oh come on, you're talking, how bad can it be?" "Don't ask me, if you don't want the answer." Love Ben. He rarely gives eye contact. "I'm here to eat. That's it." But, Sy is relentless, has seen his share of anti-Semitism, and he makes Ben smile every day now.

So at bridge (thought I forgot, eh?) one fella has figured out a way to teach it to Sy, that lasted until Maggie got anxious to start playing, and Sy also was getting overwhelmed with info, so the game began. There were a few loud moments, we are not friends with the Tile Rummy players who are accustomed to having the social room to themselves, and they consider us too noisy (Bridge is supposed to be a soft, quiet, dignified game---RIGHT), an Sy, who wears a hearing aid, yells at them, "YOU ARE TOO LOUD!" Luckily, most of them hear so poorly that I think they missed his words. (The Bridge players remaining have taken on the "Lunatics" title.)



Yes, there we are, the Bridge players, doing some stretches in the fresh air of Seattle before the game starts. See our historic Space Nodule in the (er, needle) background? You got me! This is actually an ad for a store here called Archie McPhee in Seattle. If you can go there and leave without laughing I will BUY you that bridge I was gonna sell ya.

I says to Sy, "You promised to teach me to harmonize if I taught you to play bridge." "WHAT? I can't sing! Maggie, you can teach her." Maggie says, "I can't sing." Sy says, "Kurt can sing, right?" Maggie says, "Oh, yes, he sings good." I says, "Great I'll ask Kurt!" To which Maggie replies, "He can stay on key too."

The laughter I'd been holding in all night came bursting out with that line, delivered with pitch perfect timing.

Got MS? Got problems? LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH


**Side effects include gut burstification, uncontrollable anal leakage with possible ear shattering due to sonic boom-loud flatulation and as always...possible death**

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