The only ONE we can trust

 

 

 

 

[Official Video] Mary, Did You Know? - Pentatonix

Bon Jovi - Hallelujah

 

 

Blake Shelton - Some Beach (Official Music Video)

 

 

 

No nursing home for me....

No nursing home for me.... I’ll be checking into a Holiday Inn! 

With the average cost for a nursing home care costing $188.00 per day, there is a better way when we get old and too feeble. 

I've already checked on reservations at the Holiday Inn. For a combined long term stay discount and senior discount, it's $59.23 per night. 

Breakfast is included, and some have happy hours in the afternoon. 

That leaves $128.77 a day for lunch and dinner in any restaurant we want, or room service, laundry, gratuities and special TV movies. 

Plus, they provide a spa, swimming pool, a workout room, a lounge and washer-dryer, etc. 

Most have free toothpaste and razors, and all have free shampoo and soap. 

$5-worth of tips a day and you'll have the entire staff scrambling to help you. 

They treat you like a customer, not a patient. 

There's a city bus stop out front, and seniors ride free. 

The handicap bus will also pick you up (if you fake a decent limp).

To meet other nice people, call a church bus on Sundays. 

For a change of scenery, take the airport shuttle bus and eat at one of the nice restaurants there. 

While you're at the airport, fly somewhere. Otherwise, the cash keeps building up. 

It takes months to get into decent nursing homes. Holiday Inn will take your reservation today . 

And you're not stuck in one place forever -- you can move from Inn to Inn, or even from city to city. 

Want to see Hawaii ? They have Holiday Inn there too. 

TV broken? Light bulbs need changing? Need a mattress replaced? No problem.. They fix everything, and apologize for the inconvenience. 

The Inn has a night security person and daily room service. The maid checks to see if you are ok. If not, they'll call an ambulance . . . Or the undertaker. 

If you fall and break a hip, Medicare will pay for the hip, and Holiday Inn will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life. 

And no worries about visits from family. They will always be glad to find you, and probably check in for a few days mini-vacation. 

The grand-kids can use the pool. 

What more could I ask for? 

So, when I reach that golden age, I'll face it with a grin.

NORTHERN MICHIGAN UNIVERSITY

  

                                                 THE STUDENTS SHOULD NOT BE

                                                                  OFF CAMPUS

                                                                   

                                                       67 off-campus students and 13

                                                                           employees. 

 

 

 

AMEN

 

NMU reported 37 positive cases

 As of Tuesday, Sept. 8 NMU reported 37 positive cases of the 7,685 tests performed. This number includes on-campus residents, off-campus students, and NMU employees. This number does not include students or staff who work or attend remotely, according to NMU’s Safe on Campus dashboard. That’s .63% percent of the total NMU population.

 

 

 

 

PSA:

                                                             

 PSA: DO NOT bleach your pumpkins to make them last longer!! I've seen this tip being shared all over social media this season and it stinks! Please remember pumpkins are food, especially to lots of the wildlife! Deer, squirrels, raccoons, possums, mice, rats, chipmunks, birds, and even bugs. We deliberately stick them outside somewhere where wildlife can access them and we DO NOT want our wildlife eating bleached pumpkins!!! 

 

                                                               

Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.

I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.

Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.

Love, God

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Suspended Coffees You will all be happy to know this wonderfull story is 100% true, please don't take offence to the reference of God, it's part of the story.

“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.” 

 

 

COLLEEN's FAMILY

You will missed

 

NOTICE

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for taking care of me I thought No.... thank you taking care of me.

 

 

 

 

 

Ray Stevens - "The Quarantine Song" (Live on Larry's Country Diner, 2020)

put the elderly in prison

 

Goodbye Washington Street Burger King

MARQUETTE,MICH

                                  

  Are they putting something else on the property? Lots of our 

 good places are seeing the dus        Seems all these stores can’t stay in business,

who the hell is using

all these banks?

   Good question 

Lately, banks and auto parts stores are popping up everywhere!

 If most banking is done online, why so many??? Goofy, hey?!?

 

 

Clint Eastwood Gets on Stage & Gives Nancy Pelosi Lesson She'll Never Fo...

 

 

 

 

 

I think, I'm going to lose my drivers license..

I think, I'm going to lose my drivers license... 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😢 😢 😢 😢
and all just because of a stupid police officer...
The conversation went like this, when I got pulled over in my car:
Officer: "License and registration, please, I think you are drunk!"
Me: "I assure you, I did not drink anything."
Officer: "Ok, let's do a little test! Imagine driving in the dark on a highway at night, when you see two lights in the distance. What is this?"
Me: "A car."
Officer:"Of course! But which one? A Mercedes, an Audi or a Ford?"
Me:"I have no idea!"
Officer:"So, you're drunk."
Me:"But I didn't drink anything."
Officer:"Okay, one more test -- Imagine, you drive in the dark on a highway at night, and there is one light coming at you.What is it?
Me:"A motorcycle."
Officer:"Of course! But which one? A Honda, a Kawasaki or a Harley?"
Me:"I have no idea!"
Officer:"As I suspected, you're drunk!"
Then I started to get annoyed and asked a counter question.
Me:"So..., counter question -- You're driving in the dark on a highway at night and see a woman on the roadside. She wears a mini skirt, fishnet stockings, high heeled shoes and only a bra as a top. What is this?"
Officer:"A prostitute of course."
Me:"Yes, but which one? Your daughter, your wife or your mother?"
Things went downhill from there and now I have a court date to attend...

                                                         

Omgoodness.......you have to read this! I bet you cry.
PLEASE READ ❤️
The Black Telephone
Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.
When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.
The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information."
"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..
"Isn't your mother home?" came the question
"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.
"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked
"No, "I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."
"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.
I said I could.
"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.
After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.
She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in." Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please."
"Information," said in the now familiar voice.
"How do I spell fix?" I asked
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.
"Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
"Information."
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."
I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"
"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."
Three months later I was back in Seattle .
A different voice answered, "Information."
I asked for Sally.
"Are you a friend?" she said.
"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."
Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?" "
"Yes." I answered.
Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others. Whose life have you touched today?