This is too funny ROTFL – sent in by 77 yr old granny… should I really join Facebook?

 

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter.  I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grand kids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world..
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it’s red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it,  and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, “Re-calc-u-lating.”  You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven’t figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings…
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden “Paper or Plastic?” every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, “Paper or Plastic?” I just say, “Doesn’t matter to me. I am bi-sacksual.”  Then it’s their turn to stare at me with a blank look.  I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot.”
P.S.  I know some of you are not over 50 …    I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those who are..

Us senior citizens don’t need anymore gadgets.  The tv remote and the garage door remote are about all we can handle.

 

“Mom, I found a Troll” the funniest true story so sweet – I have heard EVER – read and laugh

So a friend of my cousins..mom’s sons friends mom’s son etal…. is 38 and has Down Syndrome.

A few weeks ago he came to his mom and exclaimed her in the most excited manner that he “had found a troll!!!”

Mom watching television and used to tales, took the “troll” story not so seriously and carried on watching her fave TV shows.

A few moments later the son walks in and again says ” Mom I found a troll what must I feed him?”

Now exasperated and tired of this mom replies “Cookies and Milk”…thank goodness she did.

Upon waking the next morning Mom decided the she best go check things out and to her dismay and surprise…. There duct taped and stuck in the cupboard was “The Troll” a Hurri Christiana dwarf who had been delivering his story and instead now has his own story to tell… Oh the joys of children for there Mothers lol… this is one for the record books.

Trolls leave this house alone lol
Dont feed the Troll