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Lauren, thanks for trying out the nono. Think I will buy the tweeze. If it's good enough for Helen, I'm game to try it. Was thinking laser, but not only does it require a lot of money... You need growth, and there is never a good time to let that happen. I had the first version of the epilady designed by the Israelis .. It yanks and hurts like hell. And I can tell you, with certainty, having visited Israel, the women there aren't using it... Or anything else either. ha!

Mich, Deb, Vicki stay away from the snow! I am, even though I feel house bound. Better than falling. Deb, I googled those German coffee pots, how cute are they!
 
Too funny. I just posted about the tweeze... And was sent to moderation. Maybe david is getting annoyed by all this girl talk. ha!
 
Elaine that happened when I posted about the N o N o. I think maybe David is grossed out with the image of a forum of hairy women LOL.

Laurel
 
This is a like button Laurel. @@@@@@@
 
David should be happy that we don't want to be hairy women. He should be happy that we aren't talking about brazilian waxing.

Yes I am staying in the house when it snows. Been lucky so far only dustings and alittle sleet. Only on grassy areas and gone in a couple of days. We are in a drought though so we need something.
 
having a cuppa raised to honor sister sharon her positive post and tireless fight for als treat us now should live thru all of us
 
MP,

I will join you. Her passing has left a huge hole in my heart and on this forum.
Her memorial service is on Monday morning @ 10:30am in Seattle.
We can join in prayer at that time.
 
Yes I will raise my cup and whisper a pray of thanks to God for sharing Sharon with us. I miss her greatly.
 
Elaine, what a lovely idea. I will join you in prayer at 10:30 on Monday.
 
Just peaked in and saw where Sr. Sharon passed away and am deeply saddened by it. I too will join in prayer at 10:30 Monday.

I am not doing well at all. I am being very closely monitored by my psychiatrist because he diagnosed me with severe depression. Don't have to be hospitilized yet but will if things don't improve after adjusting of my meds. My father is actually doing about the same but being so frightened about him and some other issues have just been too much lately. Please if you have extra time say a prayer for me. I know my problems aren't any different then some of yours. But, I'm having a rough time coping. You will all be in my prayers and I'll stop in when I feel able. Love to all, Kim
 
Kim,

I am sending prayers, hugs, love, strength, and support. I hope you get better soon. Please take care of your self.
 
I found this on my daughter in law's facebook and thought it beautiful and it goes for crabby old women too


When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home
in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions,
they found this poem.. Its quality and content so impressed the
staff that copies were made and distributed to every
nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri .

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in
the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association
for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been
made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world,
is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet..


Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . When you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . The things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . .. Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .. . . . With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . Who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . With wings on his feet..
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . A lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . My heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . .. That I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . Have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . To see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . .. . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . Shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . Young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . And nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . .. . Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . Grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . .. . . Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . A young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . .. . Life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . Gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . Open and see.
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . See ME!
 
Vicki that made me cry. Thanks for posting it. It should be required reading for all health care professionals.


Laurel
 
Yes it made me cry too! I wish everyone would read it. Maybe there would be more respect for those of us aging.
 
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