Best seen with Notes about this site Are You Sure You Are Old Enough to Read This Page FOR ALL THOSE BORN BEFORE 1945 WE ARE SURVIVORS!!! We were born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, xerox, contact lenses, frisbees and the PILL. We were before radar, credit cards, split atoms, lazer beams, and ball-point pens. Before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, drip-dry clothes--and before man walked on the moon. We got married first--and then lived together. How quaint can you be? In our time, closets were for clothes, not for "coming out of". Bunnies were small rabbits and rabbits were not Volkswagens. Designer jeans were scheming girls named Jean or Jeanne; and having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with our cousins. We thought fast food was what you ate during Lent; and Outer Space was the back of the Riviera Theater. We were before house-husbands, gay rights, computer dating, dual careers, and computer marriages. We were before day-care centers, group therapy and nursing homes. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yogurt, and guys wearing earrings. For us, time sharing meant togetherness-- not computers or condominiums; a "chip" meant a piece of wood; hardware meant hardware, and software wasn't even a word! In 1940, "Made in Japan" meant JUNK and the term "making out" referred to how you did on your exam. Pizzas, "MacDonald's" and instant coffee were unheard of. We hit the scene when there were 5 cent and 10 cent stores where you bought things for five and ten cents. You could buy ice cream cones for a nickel or a dime. For one nickel you could ride a street car, make a phone call, buy a Pepsi, or enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600....but who could afford one? A pity, too, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. In our day, cigarette smoking was fashionable. GRASS was mowed. COKE was a cold drink. POT was something you cooked in. ROCK MUSIC was a grandmother's lullaby and AIDS were helpers in the Principal's office. We were certainly not before the difference between the sexes was discovered, but we were surely before the sex change; we made do with what we had. And we were the last generation that was so dumb as to think you needed a husband to have a baby. Remember When?
Are You Sure You Are Old Enough to Read This Page FOR ALL THOSE BORN BEFORE 1945 WE ARE SURVIVORS!!! We were born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, xerox, contact lenses, frisbees and the PILL. We were before radar, credit cards, split atoms, lazer beams, and ball-point pens. Before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, drip-dry clothes--and before man walked on the moon. We got married first--and then lived together. How quaint can you be? In our time, closets were for clothes, not for "coming out of". Bunnies were small rabbits and rabbits were not Volkswagens. Designer jeans were scheming girls named Jean or Jeanne; and having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with our cousins. We thought fast food was what you ate during Lent; and Outer Space was the back of the Riviera Theater. We were before house-husbands, gay rights, computer dating, dual careers, and computer marriages. We were before day-care centers, group therapy and nursing homes. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yogurt, and guys wearing earrings. For us, time sharing meant togetherness-- not computers or condominiums; a "chip" meant a piece of wood; hardware meant hardware, and software wasn't even a word! In 1940, "Made in Japan" meant JUNK and the term "making out" referred to how you did on your exam. Pizzas, "MacDonald's" and instant coffee were unheard of. We hit the scene when there were 5 cent and 10 cent stores where you bought things for five and ten cents. You could buy ice cream cones for a nickel or a dime. For one nickel you could ride a street car, make a phone call, buy a Pepsi, or enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600....but who could afford one? A pity, too, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. In our day, cigarette smoking was fashionable. GRASS was mowed. COKE was a cold drink. POT was something you cooked in. ROCK MUSIC was a grandmother's lullaby and AIDS were helpers in the Principal's office. We were certainly not before the difference between the sexes was discovered, but we were surely before the sex change; we made do with what we had. And we were the last generation that was so dumb as to think you needed a husband to have a baby. Remember When?
FOR ALL THOSE BORN BEFORE 1945 WE ARE SURVIVORS!!! We were born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, xerox, contact lenses, frisbees and the PILL. We were before radar, credit cards, split atoms, lazer beams, and ball-point pens. Before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, drip-dry clothes--and before man walked on the moon. We got married first--and then lived together. How quaint can you be? In our time, closets were for clothes, not for "coming out of". Bunnies were small rabbits and rabbits were not Volkswagens. Designer jeans were scheming girls named Jean or Jeanne; and having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with our cousins. We thought fast food was what you ate during Lent; and Outer Space was the back of the Riviera Theater. We were before house-husbands, gay rights, computer dating, dual careers, and computer marriages. We were before day-care centers, group therapy and nursing homes. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yogurt, and guys wearing earrings. For us, time sharing meant togetherness-- not computers or condominiums; a "chip" meant a piece of wood; hardware meant hardware, and software wasn't even a word! In 1940, "Made in Japan" meant JUNK and the term "making out" referred to how you did on your exam. Pizzas, "MacDonald's" and instant coffee were unheard of. We hit the scene when there were 5 cent and 10 cent stores where you bought things for five and ten cents. You could buy ice cream cones for a nickel or a dime. For one nickel you could ride a street car, make a phone call, buy a Pepsi, or enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600....but who could afford one? A pity, too, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. In our day, cigarette smoking was fashionable. GRASS was mowed. COKE was a cold drink. POT was something you cooked in. ROCK MUSIC was a grandmother's lullaby and AIDS were helpers in the Principal's office. We were certainly not before the difference between the sexes was discovered, but we were surely before the sex change; we made do with what we had. And we were the last generation that was so dumb as to think you needed a husband to have a baby. Remember When?
We were born before television, penicillin, polio shots, frozen foods, xerox, contact lenses, frisbees and the PILL. We were before radar, credit cards, split atoms, lazer beams, and ball-point pens. Before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air conditioners, drip-dry clothes--and before man walked on the moon. We got married first--and then lived together. How quaint can you be? In our time, closets were for clothes, not for "coming out of". Bunnies were small rabbits and rabbits were not Volkswagens. Designer jeans were scheming girls named Jean or Jeanne; and having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with our cousins. We thought fast food was what you ate during Lent; and Outer Space was the back of the Riviera Theater. We were before house-husbands, gay rights, computer dating, dual careers, and computer marriages. We were before day-care centers, group therapy and nursing homes. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, yogurt, and guys wearing earrings. For us, time sharing meant togetherness-- not computers or condominiums; a "chip" meant a piece of wood; hardware meant hardware, and software wasn't even a word! In 1940, "Made in Japan" meant JUNK and the term "making out" referred to how you did on your exam. Pizzas, "MacDonald's" and instant coffee were unheard of. We hit the scene when there were 5 cent and 10 cent stores where you bought things for five and ten cents. You could buy ice cream cones for a nickel or a dime. For one nickel you could ride a street car, make a phone call, buy a Pepsi, or enough stamps to mail one letter and two postcards. You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600....but who could afford one? A pity, too, because gas was 11 cents a gallon. In our day, cigarette smoking was fashionable. GRASS was mowed. COKE was a cold drink. POT was something you cooked in. ROCK MUSIC was a grandmother's lullaby and AIDS were helpers in the Principal's office. We were certainly not before the difference between the sexes was discovered, but we were surely before the sex change; we made do with what we had. And we were the last generation that was so dumb as to think you needed a husband to have a baby. Remember When?
Remember When?
A computer was something on TV From a science fiction show A window was something you hated to clean And ram was the cousin of a goat Meg was the name of my girlfriend And gig was your middle finger upright Now they all mean different things And that really mega bytes An application was for employment A program was a TV show A cursor used profanity A keyboard was a piano Memory was something that you lost with age A CD was a bank account And if you had a 3 1/2' floppy You hoped nobody found out Compress was something you did to the garbage Not something you did to a file And if you unzipped anything in public You'd be in jail for a while Log on was adding wood to the fire Hard drive was a long trip on the road A mouse pad was where a mouse lived And a backup happened to your commode Cut you did with a pocket knife Paste you did with glue A web was a spider's home And a virus was the flu I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper And the memory in my head I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash But when it happens they wish they were dead Are you feeling old? If not, consider this: - The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1983. - The Iranian hostage crisis occurred before they were conceived. - They have no memory of a time before MTV. - "New Wave" is their PARENTS' musical generation; the Beatles are their GRANDPARENTS'. - They have no meaningful recollection of the Reagan era. - They were prepubescent when the Persian Gulf War was waged. - Black Monday 1987 is as significant to them as the Great Depression. - Their world has always included AIDS. - Having not endured the Disco Scare, they can romanticize the 1970s. - They see "Family Ties" as something middle aged ladies watch. - They watched "Star Wars" years ago, when they were kids -- on video. - Atari predates them, as do vinyl albums and cassette audiotapes; they may have heard of an 8-track, but probably never actually seen (or heard) one. - From their earliest years, a camera was something you used once and threw away. - As far as they know, stamps have always cost about 32 cents. - The oil crisis is history of which they probably know nothing -- and why anyone WOULDN'T buy a Suburban is beyond them. You know you are getting older: When you are cautioned to slow down by your doctor instead of by the police. When you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise. When you realize you have to be nice to your children, for they will choose your rest home. When you realize that the longer you live, the less future there is to worry about. When experience has taught you to recognize a mistake when you make it again. When you're old enough to know better, you're too old to do it. When you have everything you had 20 years ago, only it's all a little bit lower. When you take care of your knees because you know you will miss them when they're gone. When you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started. When "tying one on" means fastening your MedicAlert bracelet. When your diet is: if it tastes good, spit it out. When there is no more peer pressure. When you read the obits every day to see if you are there. When you keep "meeting new people and going new places" and you haven't left the house. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way thru Congress. Write your congressman !!! MORE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER A KID You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
Are you feeling old? If not, consider this: - The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1983. - The Iranian hostage crisis occurred before they were conceived. - They have no memory of a time before MTV. - "New Wave" is their PARENTS' musical generation; the Beatles are their GRANDPARENTS'. - They have no meaningful recollection of the Reagan era. - They were prepubescent when the Persian Gulf War was waged. - Black Monday 1987 is as significant to them as the Great Depression. - Their world has always included AIDS. - Having not endured the Disco Scare, they can romanticize the 1970s. - They see "Family Ties" as something middle aged ladies watch. - They watched "Star Wars" years ago, when they were kids -- on video. - Atari predates them, as do vinyl albums and cassette audiotapes; they may have heard of an 8-track, but probably never actually seen (or heard) one. - From their earliest years, a camera was something you used once and threw away. - As far as they know, stamps have always cost about 32 cents. - The oil crisis is history of which they probably know nothing -- and why anyone WOULDN'T buy a Suburban is beyond them. You know you are getting older: When you are cautioned to slow down by your doctor instead of by the police. When you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise. When you realize you have to be nice to your children, for they will choose your rest home. When you realize that the longer you live, the less future there is to worry about. When experience has taught you to recognize a mistake when you make it again. When you're old enough to know better, you're too old to do it. When you have everything you had 20 years ago, only it's all a little bit lower. When you take care of your knees because you know you will miss them when they're gone. When you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started. When "tying one on" means fastening your MedicAlert bracelet. When your diet is: if it tastes good, spit it out. When there is no more peer pressure. When you read the obits every day to see if you are there. When you keep "meeting new people and going new places" and you haven't left the house. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way thru Congress. Write your congressman !!! MORE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER A KID You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
- The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1983. - The Iranian hostage crisis occurred before they were conceived. - They have no memory of a time before MTV. - "New Wave" is their PARENTS' musical generation; the Beatles are their GRANDPARENTS'. - They have no meaningful recollection of the Reagan era. - They were prepubescent when the Persian Gulf War was waged. - Black Monday 1987 is as significant to them as the Great Depression. - Their world has always included AIDS. - Having not endured the Disco Scare, they can romanticize the 1970s. - They see "Family Ties" as something middle aged ladies watch. - They watched "Star Wars" years ago, when they were kids -- on video. - Atari predates them, as do vinyl albums and cassette audiotapes; they may have heard of an 8-track, but probably never actually seen (or heard) one. - From their earliest years, a camera was something you used once and threw away. - As far as they know, stamps have always cost about 32 cents. - The oil crisis is history of which they probably know nothing -- and why anyone WOULDN'T buy a Suburban is beyond them. You know you are getting older: When you are cautioned to slow down by your doctor instead of by the police. When you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise. When you realize you have to be nice to your children, for they will choose your rest home. When you realize that the longer you live, the less future there is to worry about. When experience has taught you to recognize a mistake when you make it again. When you're old enough to know better, you're too old to do it. When you have everything you had 20 years ago, only it's all a little bit lower. When you take care of your knees because you know you will miss them when they're gone. When you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started. When "tying one on" means fastening your MedicAlert bracelet. When your diet is: if it tastes good, spit it out. When there is no more peer pressure. When you read the obits every day to see if you are there. When you keep "meeting new people and going new places" and you haven't left the house. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way thru Congress. Write your congressman !!! MORE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER A KID You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
You know you are getting older: When you are cautioned to slow down by your doctor instead of by the police. When you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise. When you realize you have to be nice to your children, for they will choose your rest home. When you realize that the longer you live, the less future there is to worry about. When experience has taught you to recognize a mistake when you make it again. When you're old enough to know better, you're too old to do it. When you have everything you had 20 years ago, only it's all a little bit lower. When you take care of your knees because you know you will miss them when they're gone. When you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started. When "tying one on" means fastening your MedicAlert bracelet. When your diet is: if it tastes good, spit it out. When there is no more peer pressure. When you read the obits every day to see if you are there. When you keep "meeting new people and going new places" and you haven't left the house. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way thru Congress. Write your congressman !!! MORE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER A KID You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
When you are cautioned to slow down by your doctor instead of by the police. When you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise. When you realize you have to be nice to your children, for they will choose your rest home. When you realize that the longer you live, the less future there is to worry about. When experience has taught you to recognize a mistake when you make it again. When you're old enough to know better, you're too old to do it. When you have everything you had 20 years ago, only it's all a little bit lower. When you take care of your knees because you know you will miss them when they're gone. When you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started. When "tying one on" means fastening your MedicAlert bracelet. When your diet is: if it tastes good, spit it out. When there is no more peer pressure. When you read the obits every day to see if you are there. When you keep "meeting new people and going new places" and you haven't left the house. The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way thru Congress. Write your congressman !!! MORE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER A KID You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
MORE SIGNS THAT YOU ARE NO LONGER A KID You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
You're asleep, but others worry that you're dead. Your back goes out more than you do. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. You buy a compass for the dash of your car. You are proud of your lawn mower. You call Olan Mills before they call you. Your arms are almost too short to read the newspaper. You sing along with the elevator music. You constantly talk about the price of gasoline. You enjoy hearing about other people's operations. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life. You make an appointment to see the dentist. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. Neighbors borrow your tools. People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you ?" You answer a question with, "because I said so!" You send money to PBS. You wear black socks with sandals. You know what the word "equity" means. You can't remember the last time you laid on the floor to watch television. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. You got cable for the weather channel. You have a party and the neighbors don't even realize it. SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GET ANY OLDER My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister's bureau an lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. "This," he said, "is not a slip. This is lingerie." He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. " "Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion." Well, I guess this is the occasion." He took the slip from me and put it on the bed with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment, then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me. "Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion." I remembered those words through the funeral and the days that followed when I helped him and my niece attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death. I thought about them on the plane returning to California from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives. I thought about all the things that she hadn't seen or heard or done. I thought about the things that she had done without realizing that they were special. I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life. I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time in committee meetings. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first camellia blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties; clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called family members and a few close friends. She might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner, her favorite food. I'm guessing - I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God. AGING From: Ebby Rose
AGING From: Ebby Rose
TAKE TIME Take time to share smiles with loved ones. Help them chase away the blues. Take time to help others in need. They will thank you for your kindness too. Take time to teach your children The many things they need to know and do. Take time to comfort a crying child. He can't wait until work is through. Take time to ponder the meaning of life When you look at the stars at night. Take time to enjoy the beauties of nature. They are often an awesome sight. BE A KID AGAIN
BE A KID AGAIN
Give yourself a gold star for everything you do today. Have a staring contest with your cat Kiss a frog just in case Believe in fairy tales Have someone read you a story Hide your vegetables under your napkin Sit really still for as long as the dog is asleep in your lap Find some pretty stones and save them Walk barefoot in wet grass Count the colors in a rainbow Fuss a little, then take a nap Take a running jump over a big puddle Giggle a lot for no real reason Squish some mud between your toes Put an orange slice in your mouth, peel side out, and smile at people. 8-) All the above thoughts came to me by email A SPECIAL {{{{{{{ THANX }}}}}}}} To those that sent them. As we were traveling the country, my husband once said to me, "Don't worry, if something happens to one of your family, I will see to it that you get home." I told him, "It would be too late then." Please, spend time with you loved ones while they are still here. back to Shannon onward 1957 - My Favorite Year To write to the TinChicken Click on the chick
All the above thoughts came to me by email A SPECIAL {{{{{{{ THANX }}}}}}}} To those that sent them. As we were traveling the country, my husband once said to me, "Don't worry, if something happens to one of your family, I will see to it that you get home." I told him, "It would be too late then." Please, spend time with you loved ones while they are still here. back to Shannon onward 1957 - My Favorite Year To write to the TinChicken Click on the chick
As we were traveling the country, my husband once said to me, "Don't worry, if something happens to one of your family, I will see to it that you get home." I told him, "It would be too late then." Please, spend time with you loved ones while they are still here. back to Shannon onward 1957 - My Favorite Year To write to the TinChicken Click on the chick
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