Item 1: a gift from “granny” (she’s not my gran, my nan is dead), a Sandringham Estate letter opener (I bet Prince Charlie has one just like it).

Letter opening has always been difficult for me and at last someone has provided me with a solution.

Now days there are different types of vacuum cleaners floated in the market all over the world. They differ from small portable size which can be carried easily anywhere to large upright models. We all can get more information about them in any of the websites. But I would like to log on the Toronto appliances for assistance.

mopper. As I grew up technology had made some advancements and many machines were invented. One such machine was vacuum cleaner. Now my granny convinced them that I would like to log on the net. Everyone selected as per their requirement. According to their house and she got excited on seeing me, I was small I use to see my granny convinced them that I would gift her with this marvelous product. I logged on to internet and after surfing some sites, I came across to this site and showed them the models displayed on the day committed by them.

My granny was so surprised to receive her gift that immediately she called up to her house on the net. Everyone selected as per their requirement. According to their preference I placed an order with them. I put the shipping address as my granny’s friends came to know about her new vacuum cleaner and how easy it was to handle. Even they wanted to replace the old vacuum cleaners which vary from large industrial and institutional to single home users. We can choose according to our preference. When I went to their preference I placed an order with them.

I put the shipping address as my granny’s and it was shipped to their house and logged to this site and showed her how to operate the vacuum cleaner for my granny. Her birthday was just a few days after. I made up my mind without a second thought that I would gift her with this marvelous product. I logged on to internet and after surfing some sites, I came across to this site and showed her how to operate the vacuum cleaner without anybody’s help. When I was feeling very happy for her. This saved her time and energy and she got excited on seeing me, I was feeling very happy and they all thanked me for my help.

All this was possible only because of the websites. But I would gift her with this marvelous product. I logged on to internet and after surfing some sites, I came across to this site and showed them the models displayed on the net. Everyone selected as per their requirement. According to their respective destinations within 24 hours without any delay.

Still looking for the perfect gift for grandma or grandpa? Have a special senior in your life and want to remember them this holiday season? There is still time to buy gifts online and have them shipped for Christmas delivery!

When you buy senior gifts online today 12/21 and tomorrow 12/22 by 3pm EST and choose air shipping it means your special older loved one will get their gift in time for the holiday. Don’t delay!

Need some helping picking out a gift for grandma? What would grandpa like this year? Do you have a special great grandma in your life?

Last minute gifts that may be just right for your senior:

Lap Desk/Tray- This item is great for seniors who want to write, read or eat from the comfort of a chair or bed. Use anywhere, take anywhere! The bean bag bottom makes this item comfortable to use.

Big Screen Solitaire Game- Now with a big screen so everyone can see. Great to keep your older loved one active.

Big Button Phone and the New Cordless Version- These easy to use phones make life simpler. A great low vision product.

Reminiscing Game- Play with family and friends!  A great way to learn about family history and to share stories from the past. Helps keeps minds active.

Kitchen Helpers Gift Basket- Love grandma’s cooking? Keep her at ease in the kitchen with this wonderful gift basket.

Grandma Christmas Gift Basket- Everything Christmas and Grandma themed all in one.

Grandpa Christmas Gift Basket- Everything Christmas and Grandpa themed all in one.

It’s so messed up how people get all crabby around this time of year. Went to the post office the other day, fully prepared for a long-assed line and an equally long wait. Had on my reindeer antlers (complete with blinking lights) and my jingle bells on my boots…all ready for whatever awaited. Turns out, I walked in at the perfect moment. There were only 3 people in front of me. Couldn’t believe it! And then…about a minute later, I turn to see a line out the door and around the sidewalk. WHOA! What kinda magick is THAT?

So anyway, those 3 people in front of me had big piles of packages to mail, so of course it took a while for them to move on out. The lady standing behind me in the line was a darling granny who had a cheery smile and apparently had also prepared for a wait. Sadly, the next few people behind her were not so cheery. They were all cranky and grumbling loudly about the inconvenience of it all. In my head I’m thinkin’, “What is WRONG with you people? Never been to the post office at Christmas time? JEEZ. Get a grip, would ya?” But I didn’t say it out loud. Didn’t want to perpetuate the crabbiness or ruin my own good mood. Just so happens, the darling granny was a bit less tolerant. She says to me, in a very loud voice, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? DON’T THEY KNOW IT’S GOING TO BE LIKE THIS AT CHRISTMAS TIME???” I almost peed my pants. We both started laughin’, as the cranky pants behind us instantly shut their cranky traps. A few of them got all red in the face. A couple stomped out the door, abandoning their mailing errands. The postal clerks all looked up at Granny and gave her the BIGGEST smiles. It was delicious!

And then…(I SWEAR this happened!) she says to me, “you know, I think we need to sing a happy song, don’t you?” Before I could even reply, she starts singing, “Tis the season to be jolly….” at the top of her voice. Of course, I had to join in…as did a few others. It was like one of those little Christmas miracles. Coulda been a scene in a movie. For the joy she raised, just by being her darlin’ old self, she was the Santa Claus!

More and more, I can’t help but LOVE the freedoms that gettin’ older seem to oblige.

Life is a BLAST!

A story..

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Me and Daddies Adventure!

Posted by admin in .Autumn’s Phonesex Blogs, Ageplay Daddy/Daughter, Daddy’s little Girls, Extreme Ageplay, Teen Phonesex

Hi, it’s Autumn here with a special Daddy and Me Adventure I wanna tell you about.  As some of you already know, I’ve been waiting to go on a Fantastic Vacation with just Daddy and Me !

However, Daddy has been like so freakin’ busy at work.  It was just really killing me waiting and stuff.  I mean, don’t get me wrong…I Love letting Daddy do me in his room and vice-versa.

However, I had really looked forward to the Daddy  and Me mini-adventure thinggie, cuz Daddy bought  me all these sexy outfits, toys and pumps and my favorite type of thongs.  All this, so we can really let loose, hee, hee !

Daddy sez it’s also cuz he knows how much I like to dress up for him.  He bought me a hella lot of school girl outfits, tights n long socks included, Yay !

So getting back to our mini-adventure. Daddy came home early last Friday and Yelled, “Autumn come on down  honey, we’re leaving in thirty minutes ! “

I couldn’t believe it, but it was Finally True, we were leaving for the our lil cabin trip. How cozy, I thought.  We got there in

record time…and almost as soon as  we put our bags down, Daddy suggested  that I take a hot shower, and change into the sexy lil teddy he had bought me.

I put it on and felt instantly all grown-up. I was Daddy’s little girl and I was gonna go out to the bedroom and immediately let him suck on my big titties and finger my tight pink pussy.

After that intro, Daddy told me to get down on my knees, and take all of his big fat cock in my mouth.  As I was gagging on Daddy’s cock, he began to finger my tight lil asshole.

“Ooh Daddy, I like that…it feels so good Daddy, I said.”  That’s when Daddy told me to turn around and open my ass cheeks

wide so he could fuck his lil girl real good.

I was so excited !  This was the very first time Daddy was gonna fuck my asshole. It hurt like hell at first, as Daddy rammed

his fat cock inside me.  I was happy though, shortly after, that Daddy now was inside another part of me.

Afterwards, I told Daddy what a treat that was, and how much I loved his cock in my ass.

Well, I gotta go now, Daddy is calling me to come and fuck him.  I’ll be back soon, to letcha know the rest of our cabin adventure.  For the impatient guys, you can call me now, if you just gotta know.

Autumn

Call me, now at:  1-888-221-9006

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In this same Granny café: peacock feathers for decoration. Again: it might not be classy, but it surely is cozy.
(And yes, they are fake.)

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Pentru cei care n-o cunosc, Sarah Paddy Jones este o senzaţională ‘tânără’ englezoaică de… 75 de ani care trăieşte în Spania. După ce a uimit o lume întreagă pe Youtube cu extraordinara sa formă fizică, acum câteva zile a câştigat marele premiu de 10000 euro şi finala concursului ‘Tú sí que vales España’ împreună cu profesorul său de dans, Nicholas Espluosa (35 ani).

Citiţi mai multe pe ‘Times online’

My mom called me Wednesday night, and I swear (no, really! I swear!) I didn’t hear the phone ring.  She left a voicemail, but I didn’t listen to it before deleting.  I know.  I am a bad daughter.  I totally forgot to call her yesterday, but remembered on the way to work this morning and hit the magic “call back” button on my cell phone.  It was a perfunctory phone call.  She had some random updates; I had some random updates.  Blah blah blah all’s well.

I also remembered in the shower today that as part of my unwillingness to participate in any holiday bullshit this year (well, other than cookie-baking which is most certainly not bullshit), that I neglected to send any sort of Xmas greeting to my granny in England.  Oops.

Although I love writing letters, I must say that I completely fail on maintaining the snail-mail relationships with my British family members.  I received some Xmas money from an aunt and uncle in England and realized that $1 of it will have to go towards the stamp to pay for the thank-you letter.  Another reason why I’m so happy to have a strong digital relationship with my myriad of cousins.

I spent a good portion of the day watching my Famous Cousin rant on Twitter about not getting his figgy pudding.  There was much gnashing of the teeth and fist pounding and uttering of the ritual “We won’t go until we get some.”  The militant baker that I am, of course, had to join in the frey.  His wife chimed in mid-afternoon, offering some conciliatory mincemeat pies.

Mincemeat pies!  Despite my holiday efforts in the kitchen, I’ve never tried to recreate that particular British recipe.  But I had a sudden craving for… well… um… whatever constitutes mincemeat and posted something along those lines on my Facebook page.  My brother retorted that I was merely craving the brandy butter.  He’s probably right.  And while I do not have the guts to ask my mother for the recipe for mincemeat pie (for fear of discovering what exactly was in that dessert I used to scarf down with such gusto as a child), I do believe I can make the brandy butter without any trouble at all.

I plan to have brandy butter on the very last of the Trader Joes Pumpkin Pancakes for breakfast tomorrow.

Unless I have it for dinner tonight.

I currently find myself in a position of pecuniary embarrassment. Actually, this is not new territory. But I thought perhaps I’d share some “wisdom of the elders” with you as you lurch into the biggest spend-up of the year. Or not.

Some folks like to go completely over the top with the celebrations and they spend days preparing enormous feasts with complicated recipes and run modern (expensive) appliances for hours.

When I was a mere slip of a girl, about halfway through the last century, modern appliances were limited to the centrifugal washing machine*,

The new-fangled radio

(which most people still called a wireless), the vacuum cleaner and the refrigerator.

Perhaps a telephone.

Few households had all of these luxuries. Some had none of them.

My grandmother had raised nine children without the benefit of any such devices. And she couldn’t see the point in shelling out  ”good money for something I never had when I needed it.”

So she continued to cook gargantuan roasts in the wood-fired oven. Her custards were things to dream about. And her bedlinen was laundered in a big wooden tub and dried on a lavender hedge.

I remember the special trifles she made.

“Ordinary” ones had red jelly, but at Christmas she took it up a notch and jellies were red and green.

This was a part of the country where the mercury practically spilled out of thermometers. No problem for Granny! Her butter, cream and milk were kept cool in a big crock partially buried on the shady side of the wash house.

But that was not cool enough or big enough to set jellies.

shall I continue, or would you all like to wait for the next installment?

While you’re thinking about that, here’s something you may already know about. It’s been in several papers and I’ve heard it mentioned on  the telly, so it must be true!Next time you think something’s not worth recycling, remember this:

But to get back to Granny… there was a well in the back yard. Not one of those cute Jack-and-Jill affairs, with roses growing around the walls! Not even as grand as this:

It was simply a deep hole in the ground. Securely covered, of course, so no boisterous grandchildren could fall in and contaminate the water. Of course. And man! that water was cold!

Cold enough to set jellies. Yes, the jelly bowls were lowered on a platform (I think it was an old seed flat) and winched up when set. And if a storm knocked out a transmitter halfway through cooking? Not a problem!

*Apparently, this gem is for sale at a salvage place called Kuhles’. $150  and it’s yours!

Creative imagination of the beneficiares have given rise to great works. The grannie’s skilful hands  worked an entire year, and the results of their labor have founded an exhibition wich will beautify the décor of the Day–care centre Rasarit- and will delight the eyes of all visitors. The hard work and the zeal of our grannies praiseworthy. Even if their eyes can not see that before, and their hands do not listen them very well, however they want to create and be appreciated for their work. The created works, exudes warmth, love and kindness, qualities that surround the souls of the beneficiaries. Somebody said that you become a master after hard work and indeed our grannies have become masters in the art of blending, crocheting and embroidering. Their patience, perseverance and imagination are examples worthy of imitation. Admiring the exhibition we can see the beauty of virtue and talent together.

Article’s authour: Tcaci Vladislava, Social Asistance,  Association for Education “Neoumanist”, tel. (0237) 28003,

www.neohumanist.org,

www.neoumanist.wordpress.com

Close to the Albert Cuyp Market is a ‘petit grand café’ called Granny. It is run by two (older) ladies and an (older) man, and they serve typically Dutch ‘broodjes’ (sandwiches) and pancakes. The decoration is a hoot, a mix of old stuff you’d find in your grandparents’ house and anything else that can fill up the walls and the ceiling.

Above each table hangs a light decorated with beads, like the one above. Classy? No. Cozy? Yes.

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Check out this granny’s dance moves. She appeared on Spain’s version of Britain’s Got Talent.

There is hope for us yet! Paddy Jones, a 75 year old British granny, has won the Spanish equivalent of Britain’s Got Talent by doing a little salsa, backflip, shimmy routine thingy. You go girl! I think I need to lie down!

Young man asks his granny:

- Have you seen my pills, the ones I left on the table? They were labeled “ecstasy”!

Granny:

- Fuck the pills, man… Have you seen the dragon in the kitchen?

Mess with me punk!

A 70 year old woman faked a heart attack and scared the living crap out of a home invader. He took off without so much as a “see ya later” and after congratulating herself on a job well done, she rang police. Go granny.

Order a call – do 20 minutes or more and mention the “panty special” to the dispatcher and you will get FREE panties from the mommy, auntie, granny, absitter, or nanny that you talk to.

We love naughty panty boys and sissy boys who want to wear, sniff, or jack off with our panties – so come and get them!

You’ll get panties and a hand written note from the woman you speak to absolutely FREE with your paid 20 minute or longer call.

You can also buy panties for $15.00 each – just tell the dispatcher.

Call 1 877 856 WILD and order your call – mention “panty special” and you’ll be enjoying a handwritten note from mommy and her panties in a few days!

You know what’s fun?

When you move, and the phone company gives you a recycled phone number. But instead of giving you any old recycled number, they give you the number of a toy store that went out of business.

What’s even more amusing when you have a phone number that used to be a toy store? The holidays! Ho freaking Ho. Don’t forget the bottle of rum now.

 (Yeah, no, this blog really is a work of non-fiction, because, honest to God, I could not make this shit up if I tried. Really.)

Usually around Thanksgiving, the desperate toy seekers start to come out to play. And even though this is my fourth holiday season in this house, the calls still persist. And, I have to tell you, I’m feeling less sympathetic and less inclined to help these callers with every passing year. I mean, if you don’t know the joint went out of biz four years later, clearly you weren’t their most loyal patron.
And frankly? Maybe if you had been more loyal, the damn store wouldn’t BE out of business, and I could go back to taking my very, very, VERY important personal calls. (The constant interruptions when I’m trying to discuss with my girlfriends WHY Tiger cheated —and WHAT his wife should do to him— are getting tres annoying.)

The first year? I should have been on Kringle’s payroll (they still had a shop the next town over), or been honored by the local Chamber of Commerce or something. There were tons of calls and this is how it would go down:

“Hello?”

“Yeah hi, is this Kringle’s Toy Shop?”

“Um, no, I’m sorry it isn’t. They went out of business recently. Their other location is still open. I’d try them. Here’s their phone number.”

“Oh thank you so much!”

“No problem. Have a nice holiday.”

Year two, I was still on my A game. My old jobs in customer service and sales were still an asset. I thought evil thoughts, but did not voice them in keeping with the spirit of the season.

“Hello?”

“Is this….Kringle’s Toy Shop?” What part of HELLO led you to believe that?

“No, sorry, no. I have their old phone number. Yeah. Gotta love that phone company! Viva Verizon. NOT!”

“HA HA. You must get a lot of calls. I’m sorry to bother you.” You should be. I’m right in the middle of finding out which condo the twentysomething bachelor in Chicago is going to pick on House Hunters! I think he should pick the one with the killer view of the lake, but HE wants to be nearer to the L! If you want to woo the ladies, killer, go with the view and hoof your ass to the train, you dumbass! Have fun being single forever, putz!
I know the people inside the tv can’t hear me, but I must let my voice be heard! (It’s my family room and I’ll shout if I want to!)

“No problem. They still have their other store. Try them.” And look up the damn number yourself. I ain’t on the clock!

Year three. Now, I’m beginning to screen my calls if I don’t recognize the name and number. (I’m thinking, HELLO, the least Verizon could have done is throw in some free freaking caller ID to help a sister out. I despise them, so I switch to Comcast, partly out of spite. Too late to change my number now, as all my peeps have it. Sigh. I don’t want to have to call like 10 or 15 people to change it!)

Now, you’d think that if a would be Kringle’s shopper got my voicemail, which essentially is a woman’s voice stating simply, “Hi, you’ve reached 555-5555*, we can’t take your call so please leave a message at the beep,” that yahoos would realize, game over, this ain’t no toy shop. (*Come on now, you don’t think I’m actually going to print my real phone number, DO you? Like I need more people calling here to yank my chain asking if I have toys!)

But, you would be wrong. (People really are scary stupid. I’m not trying to be all uppity as I’m no master of quantum physics, but really? Connect the freaking dots people. Toy store? Gone.) See, when I decided to start screening my calls, I would get voice mails like, “Hi, do you have the jumping monkey? It jumps? Call me.”

But my all time favorite? The granny.

“Hi, um, my name is Gertrude Granmama and I’m looking for some dolls for my granddaughters. I don’t know what they’re called but they’re very realistic looking—the hair and oh! The eyes move and they smile. I thought maybe you—you know, because you’re a small toy shop might have something nice like this instead of, oh, I don’t know, Wallllll-mart or Toys-R, um, Toys-R-Us or one of those, you know, boxy stores. Well, if you could just put me on your list, and please call me back when you get this message, that would be great. Ok, all righty then, this is my number….555-GRANNY. Call me back. Bye. Oh and I can send you a deposit. Bye! I look forward to hearing from you!” (Offering to send money! Oh no! No wonder why seniors get scammed!)

Anyway, what I really wanted to do, was tell the golden girl those dolls sounded so super creepy that really, she should go to plan B and spare her poor granddaughters. EEEHH. But hey, if she wanted to spend her pension on bad toys, I decided it just wasn’t my biz. I wanted to ignore the message, but I just felt too awful envisioning this nice little old lady sitting around doing her crossword or whatever, thinking she was on the creepy doll waitlist, waiting for Kringle’s to call back.

So, out of a sense of some kind of obligation I felt responsible, and I called her back. But, I got her voice mail, so I leave a nice message stating I received her message, but that unfortunately, I’m just a random, yada yada, the toy store is gone, try the other location, good luck to you, yada yada, just didn’t want you to be waiting for a call back. Happy holidays, bye bye!”
So, I’m upstairs later that night and the phone rings, and I hear my husband, “Oh, it’s no problem at all. Honestly. Yes, oh yes, heh heh, yes, she is a great girl. Mm hmm. Oh two granddaughters? Oh that’s great. Good for you! Yes, well she just felt badly that you might be waiting to hear back about the doll. Oh you too, oh yes, thank you, bye. You too now. Okay, yes, I’ll tell her. Bye bye.”

He runs up breathless, laughing.

“Hey, that was granny calling back to say she got your message,”

“Yeah, I gathered. What’s so funny? You’re mean laughing at granny!”

“Well, she told me my wife was so lovely to call and tell her we weren’t Kringle’s,” he choked.

“WHAT IS FUNNY ABOUT THAT? I AM LOVELY!! I AM!”

“No, no no! I’m telling you, Granny…is…wasted! Grandma totally sounds like she’s on the sauce tonight. Seriously. Granny just drunk dialed us—she’s totally hitting the vodka gimlets or something!”

“MA HA HA HA. MA HA HA HA! I love it! Good for granny! Well she gets a pass for calling an out of business toy store cuz she’s hammered! The other fools are just young and dumb!”

Seriously, how do you not love that granny? She rocks.

There was the younger sounding granny in Florida who I called back, who when I explained the sitch, dryly said, “Oh! Sucks to be you! You’re gonna have a fun Christmas!”
She sounded so fun I was tempted to see if she had room for me down in the old beach condo. I really could have used a break after the busy holiday season!

And now, my friends, we’re onto Season Four. The other Kringle’s location is no longer—it’s kaput (after all my referrals no less! I did everything I could, really.) (I’m thinking about calling that number to see if I get some poor sap like me who answers!)

I’ve gotten a few calls this year already. I’ve contemplated—as I’ve toiled for four seasons with nothing to show for my efforts—telling people where to mail their deposits! But I decided instead, this is how the next call I get is going to go:
“Hello?”

“Is this Kringle’s Toy Shop?”

“Why yes it is! I just want to let you know we’ve moved to the basement of 98 Smartass Street*. We specialize in gently used toys. Please come see our vast selection. Our prices are very competitive! Please, please, come on down!” *You want my real address? Not unless you’re coming to pay me for some toys, chump!

See, I’ve been wanting to purge a bunch of the kids’ toys anyway. This just might be my chance to save a trip to the transfer station AND make some scratch for the holidays!

Friday.. and its drizzling ..praying hard for granny hope she’ll get well soon