THE CRANKY OLD MAN
Random thoughts and stuff from a cranky old man. Humor (maybe)and satire, mostly stuff from a confused head.
I intend for this blog to be non-political. If I offer a political statement, rebuttals are permitted, however this blog is not for the unsolicited political opinions of others and as such those comments will be deleted and not published.
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As some of
you may know, Mrs. Cranky does not have typical lady like neat
handwriting.On top of that she uses some
sort of strange shorthand that often makes reading her grocery list like
deciphering hieroglyphics.I have not
posted a Mrs. Cranky grocery list challenge for some time and as I am short on
ideas it is time again.
I asked my
wife if she had a recent list.She said
yes but that it would not be challenging enough for my readers.I decided to use it anyway when it took her
several minutes to interpret the list, and one item I had to figure out for
further ado I challenge any reader to correctly identify the items on
MRS. CRANKY’s GROCERY
Clue, 14 items
Clue, 10 items...some items are also on side 1, I have no idea why
The person who has the most correct
answers will win a mention of their blog and a very large WHOOP-TE-DOO (if you
have no blog the Whoop-te-doo will have to suffice.)
The most creative answers will win a less bold WHOOP-TE-DOO.
Runners up will win a teeny tiny Whoop-te-doo.
Good luck! Comments will be held up for three days Answers next week.
I am posting this re-run from 2013 in honor of the great blogger "fishducky" http://fishducky.blogspot.com/ who is currently recovering from a slip and fall accident.
Years ago, when my mom was around 82 years old, she slipped on some ice.Mom was a few years away from Alzheimer’s, and looking back that disease was clearly just around the corner.
Mom lived alone in a big house, her dream house on the Eastern Shore Md.Coming from the garage after driving out to the road to pick up her mail, she slipped on some ice.
She tried to pick herself up, but she could not.She dragged herself into the house where she survived for several days waiting to recover.It would be a long wait as she had broken her hip.After a day or two, a neighbor was looking in on her, found she was hurt and took her to the hospital.
They fixed her hip with a few screws and some rest.She recovered very quickly for an old gal, and never got rid of the cane they gave her to get around.Oh she didn’t need it to walk after a while, but she used it to reach high objects, or as a threat to crack anyone who got in her way. Mom was feisty to say the least.
You may ask, “Why didn’t your mom just simply get on the phone and call for help when she realized she could do no more for several days than crawl around?”It is a fair question, one we asked her ourselves.
“I didn’t want to trouble anyone, I was able to reach food and water, I figured I was all right.”
“But mom, you could have at least called 9-1-1 for help!”
“Oh, I don’t like to bother those nine-eleven people; they have lots of emergencies they have to deal with!”
Now I don’t know how much of mom’s attitude was caused due to her approaching dementia, but for sure she was one tough 5’2” 105 lb. lady!