Old Age is a Gift

[Teresa]

Baby Boomers...



http://weblogs.newsday.com/news/opinion/walthandelsman/blog/2007/11/animation_baby_boomers.html

[greatguns]

I love it !!!!!!!!!!!!

[Judy Harder]

AT Last...........
Someone understands us older people..............getting older is a trip......
Some days are better than others and then some we do tend to forget.
Thanks for the giggles......and Happy Turkey Day..
Hugs and God bless

[Teresa]

Q: Where can men or women over the age of 60 find young, sexy members of the opposite sex who are sexually interested in them?
A: Try a bookstore under fiction


Q: My wife is going through menopause. What can I do?
A: Keep busy. If you're handy with tools, you can finish the basement. When you are done you will have a place to live.


Q: How can you increase the heart rate of your 60+ year old husband?
A: Tell him you're pregnant


Q: How can you avoid spotting a wrinkle every time you walk by a mirror?
A: The next time you're in front of a mirror, take off your glasses.


Q: Why should 60+ year old people use valet parking?
A: Valets don't forget where they park your car.


Q: Is it common for 60+ year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.


Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly?
A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.


Q: Where do 60+ year olds look for fashionable glasses?
A: Their foreheads.


Q: What is the most common remark made by 60+ year olds when they enter antique stores?
A: 'I remember these.'

[Judy Harder]

And that's the truth as we know it!

I feel it is so great getting old-er.......we never
run out of something to say........ course, we do forget
we said THAT before.

AOYP

[Teresa]

Paul  Newman Only women of a certain era  will  fully appreciate this true story.
(if you don't understand this, tell your mother,  she'll get it)


A Michigan woman  and her family were vacationing in a small new England town where Paul  Newman and his family often visited. One Sunday  morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk  five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice  cream cone.

She hopped in the car, drove to the center  of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream  parlor.
There was only one other patron in the store.   Paul Newman. He was sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.

The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made  contact with those famous baby-blue eyes.
The actor nodded graciously and the star struck woman smiled demurely. Pull yourself together! She chides herself.
You're a happily married woman with three children, you're forty-five  years old, not a teenager!

The clerk filled her order  and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her  change in the other. Then she went out the door, proud of herself for avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction.
When she reached her car, she  realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty. Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store?
Back  into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's  hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight.
With that, she happened to look over at Paul  Newman.  His  face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he said to the  woman,

"You put it in your  purse."

[Ole Granny]

Thanks for that!  Laughed outloud!

[Diane Amberg]

I'd have done the same thing!  Loved all his movies, love his beautiful blue eyes, love his character.

[W. Gray]

Would you do the same thing if you saw a Hudson?       [You gotta have young kids around you for this one]

[Teresa]

I am almost there... and as I read this.. I really really hope, I will by then, have become the confident self assured woman about "my aging body/self" as I need to be.. I will print and keep this to read it again someday..to remind me to be just that!
Teresa


I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.


I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until
4 AM and sleep until noon?


I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things..

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day.
(If I feel like it)