Julie Andrews new song

Maalox 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 my favorite things.Cadillacs and cataracts and hearing aids and glasses,Polident and Fixo! dent and false teeth in glasses,Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,These are a few of my favorite things.When the pipes leak,When the bones creak,When the knees go bad,I simply remember my favorite things,And then I don't feel so bad.Hot tea and crumpets, 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 my favorite things.Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin,Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinin,And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,When we remember our favorite things.When the joints ache, when the hips break,When the eyes grow dim,Then I remember the great life I've had,And then I don't feel so bad.

Memories of Me

So, I've seen this on a few blogs and I thought it would be fun. See the instructions below.
This will be fun especially if everyone and I do mean EVERYONE will join in!This is just too fun to pass up.Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave a memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember, good or bad but be nice please! ;)
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
Come on all my blog followers... I want to post some about you, let's see this on your blog!!!

There is a Old lady liveing in my house

An old lady has moved into my house. She usually keeps out of sight but when I pass a mirror, there she is obliterating my gorgeous face and body.
I think she is stealing money from me, I go to the ATM and withdraw $100.00 and a few days later it is gone. I don't spend money that fast.
My food is disappearing at an alarming rate, especially the good stuff like cookies, ice cream and candy. and then she's been tampering with my scale to make me think I've put on weight.
She is quite childish, likes to play games like going into my closets when I'm not home altering my clothes so that they don't fit, she messes with my files and papers so I can't find anything, also fiddles with my VCR so it doesn't record what I have programmed.
She gets to the newspaper and mail before I can and blurs the print so I can't read anything, then did something to my TV and telephone volume so all I can hear is mumbles and whispers.
She has done other things, like made my stairs steeper, my vacuum heavier, my knobs and faucets harder to turn.
She has made my bed higher, glues my lids on jars so it's impossible for me to open them.
She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes.
She stands in front of me in the mirror and monopolizes it, looking ridiculous in some of those outfits that look so great on me.
Just when I thought she couldn't get any meaner, she came along with me to get my picture taken for my driver's licence and jumped in front of me before the camera clicked.
No one is going to believe that the picture of that old lady is me.