God Love Our Old Folks!

Interesting afternoon. Hosted a small luncheon for Gordo and three of his friends. All lived in the same senior community where he used to be before he moved in with me.
They got lost a few times trying to find our home, but eventually made it.
Jenny ... The Australian seniors ' events coordinator, Tim the recovering alcoholic ... now an amateur photographer and Norm ... who still travels all over the word. All three are around dad's age of 80ish, so it was a blast listening to them talk .... very loudly ... I might add.
So ... as any gracious hostess would do ... I offered them ... coffee, soda, water or ice tea. Then Jenny pipes up and asks if I have any beer? ... I responded ... "Well sure". Then Norm speaks up and says ... "Me too". Tim quickly announces that he quit drinking a year ago, but will have something that's not diet.
WOW ... and I just assumed that only Gordo was so picky and demanding.

Thank goodness that I only had a six pack of Becks ... or it may have turned into a sleep over.
They all had a great time ... and I think Jenny wants to move in.
God love our old folks!

Guard Kitty

 

Gordo's best bud ... Beau. Watching baseball playoffs with his lazy guard kitty yesterday.

Chocolate Lover

Gordo was in great spirits yesterday. He woke up singing at the top of his lungs and I actually heard him talking to both my cat ... Beau ... and dog ...Carly. He greeted both by asking "Hey Beau ... Hey Carly ... How the hell are ya?". I'll assume they answered in some kind of secret language.
Later in the day ... Dad's wonderful nurse ... Kim ... who is a very attractive black woman, came to the house for her weekly visit... she was flirting with him ... saying things like "Baby ... I know you like chocolate, etc. Then all of a sudden he burst into a song ... I'd never heard before, but the lyrics included ... "Hey sexy momma... such a fine brown frame. Honey won't you please tell me your name."
He's something special!
Have a great day my friends.

Baked!

Gordo had a craving for a baked potato yesterday. So rather than just popping it into the microwave, I rubbed it with olive oil with sprinkled sea salt and baked it in the regular oven. 45 minutes later  I had this beautifully perfect baked potato and was thrilled with my masterpiece.
Served it to dad and returned later to remove his (completely devoured) plate. I asked him ... "So... what did you think? "Well Pooker Annie ... it was OK ... but next time ... can you cook it in the microwave? That's really the way I  like it."  " WHAT? Are you kidding me? Sure ... next time ... I do one better ... put the microwave in your lap and see how your pacemaker does while it's cooking!" Now ... Pooker Annie ... no need to get hostile. Your potato was fine ... just not great."
Rather than continuing with this conversation ... I "sucked it up" and asked ... "Do you want some ice cream? Surely I can't screw that up." He seriously replies ... "Well that's true ... sure."
All I have to say is ... SERENITY NOW!

Stay Safe! Shop Kroger!

For those who don't know ... Gordo is a huge fan of Kroger, as that's where he shopped when he lived on his own. In fact he saves all the inserts from the paper and will only eat eat certain things ... if purchased from there. So I make special trips to the grocery store just for him.
However ... my husband does our weekly shopping at the "Fancy" HEB on 290 in Cypress. 
The other day Mikey made his weekly jaunt to HEB. He and I were carrying the bags into the house. I looked at him and he had bleach stains all over his shirt. Evidently the bottle had a hole in it. 
Before changing out of his "ruined" shirt ... he went into Dad's room. Gordo looks at him and asked ... "What happened to your shirt ... Mikey?". Mike replies ... "I just went grocery shopping at HEB and the bottle of bleach that I bought had a whole in it."
All Gordo had to say was " That wouldn't happen if you shopped at Kroger!"
I'm laughing ... "Ya Mikey ... what were you thinking?"