Saturday, May 20, 2006

Favourite Things.

Thanks for all the comments folks. Much appreciated.

I found this version of the song from The Sound

of Music. I kind of think it is aimed at us seniors.!!


Favorite Things.


Mucaine and nose drops and needles for knitting,

Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,

Bundles of magazines tied up in string

These are a few of our favourite things.


Sore backs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,

Polidents and Fixadent and false teeth in glasses,

Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,

These are a few of our favorite things,


When the pipes leak, when the bones creak,

When the knees go bad, We simply remember our

favorite things, and then we don’t feel so bad.


Hot teas and crumpets, and and corn pads for bunions

No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,

Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,

These are a few of our favorite things.


Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinning,

Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinning,

And we won’t mention our short, shrunken frames,

If we can remember our friends and their names.


When the joints ache, when the hips break,

When the eyes go sad,

We simply remember the great life we’ve had,

And then we don’t feel so bad !


<><><><><> “Blonde guy joke.” <><><><><>

An Irishman, a Mexican and a blonde guy were doing

construction work on scaffoldng on the 20th floor

of a building.

They were eating lunch and the Irishman said “Corned

beef and cabbage. If I get corned beef and cabbage

one more time for lunch I’m going to jump off this


The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed,

“Burritos again. If I get burritos one more time I’m

going to jump off too.”

The blonde guy opened his lunch and said, “Bologna again.

If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I’m jumping too.”

The next day the Irishman opened his lunchbox, saw

corned beef and cabbage and jumped to his death.

The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito and he

jumped too.

The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped

to his death too.

At the funeral the Irishman’s wife was weeping. She said,

“If I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and

cabbage, I never would have given it to him again.”

The Mexican’s wife also wept and said, “I could have given him ham

tacos or enchiladas. I didn’t realise he hated burritos so much.”

Everyone turned and stared at the blonde’s wife.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” she said, “he makes his own lunch.”

<>><><><> Have a great weekend. <><><><><><>



bornfool said...

Love the song, Merle. Funny and too true.

Great joke, too. I'm still chuckling.

JunieRose said...


SO blonde men have that problem too!!!


Ava said...

Let's see ... for me ...

nose drops, needles for knitting, handrials, sore backs, porches with swings,bones creak, knees go bad, hot teas, heat pads ... I guess I'm getting there!!!


bubba said...

hahahahahahahahahaha. I loved it

Granny said...

Funny and I may have enough grannies reading granny to steal it.

Blonde men - hysterical.

mreddie said...

The Sound of Music was once my granddaughter's favorite movie. This version of the song is starting to have a lot of meaning in my present aged condition. Does it count if I once had blond hair? Very little now - and that grey. ec

Jacqui said...

Hi Merle, great post, both very funny.
It did take a while, and some concentration to get my post right.
Off to see Zac tommorow.
hugs jacqui

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

These are a few of my favorite things....
Merle,I love your version.

Anonymous said...

Nice! Where you get this guestbook? I want the same script.. Awesome content. thankyou.