In Pretty Good Shape .... for the shape I'm In!!!

I'm 'turning' 65 this September ... yes, I know ... it's just a number,  right???  Since January my mail has consisted of  almost daily "Medicare Benefits" or supplemental insurances offers.  One day along with the usual junk mail, there was a burial/cremation service offered!  Gee, thanks!!!  Soooo, I've made it to 65 years of age (technically not for 55 more days)  Isn't it interesting how we phrase such events?  When we're young, it's "I'm almost 5" or I'm "10 and a HALF!!!"  I happen to prefer 65 as speed limit!!! But frankly, given a choice, I would never go back to being 'young' again ...  being a 'mature' woman has many benefits ... and I'm not talking about Medicare!!!

Most days I feel like I'm 45 years old  ... gone, but not forgotten are the days when I felt like I was 25!!!  Due to the drought and heat we are experiencing in Texas (19 days in a row of triple digit temperatures, should be a 'warm' 106 degrees today ... and still no mention of rain!!!) I have been dragging around like I'm 85!!!

I am overweight (that's another one of those words!) I've stopped walking outside for exercise due to the heat.  I attend Silver Sneakers a few times a week ... when I'm in town.  I have limited use of my right arm (three surgeries on the rotator cuff will do that!)  This past June, I drove to and from our cabin in Colorado with three of my friends. (I was the baby of the group!)  The oldest was 81 years young ... and we didn't sit around in rockers and talk about our surgeries or aches and pains!!!

I love a quote attributed to Satchel Paige - "growin' old is a case of Mind over Matter ... if you don't MIND, it don't MATTER!"  Perhaps that's the 'secret' to remaining young (at least in your heart)  .... exercise, stay busy,  surround yourself with friends (preferably older ones!) .... and lie about your age!!!

 Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies. Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart. When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over.

P. S.  
 
Our rain gauge ... it's a DIET Dr Pepper bottle lid ... not beer ... darn it!!!!  

Growing Older ... Not for Sissies

You may have seen some of these before, I'm on 'playcation,' so I'm posting some fun stuff ... remember: 100 laughs a day is equal to 10 minutes of exercise!

How can it can get any easier than that?

























































The Duck and I plan for the check to the mortuary to "bounce"!!! And we now have our plots paid for, sooo ...

Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese.
I didn't get old on purpose, it just happened. If you're lucky, it could happen to you.
I think age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two...
Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

"Are You Lonesome Tonight" by Elvis Presley

--- Elvis 1968

The Senior Version of Elvis'
"Are You Lonesome Tonight"


Elvis 1976
Are you lonesome tonight?
Does your tummy feel tight?
Did you bring your Mylanta and Tums?

Does your memory stray,
To that bright sunny day,
When you had all your teeth and your gums?

Is your hairline receding?
Your eyes growing dim?
Hysterectomy for her,
And its prostate for him.

Does your back give you pain?
Do your knees predict rain?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Is your blood pressure up?
Good cholesterol down?
Are you eating your low fat cuisine?

All that oat bran and fruit,
Metamucil to boot.
Helps you run like
A well oiled machine.

If it's football or baseball,
He sure knows the score.
Yes, he knows where it's at
But forgets what it's for.

So your gallbladder's gone,
But your gout lingers on,
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

When you're hungry, he's not,
When you're cold, he is hot,
Then you start that old thermostat war.

When you turn out the light,
He goes left and you go right,
Then you get his great symphonic snore.

He was once so romantic,
So witty and smart;
How did he turn out to be such
A cranky old fart?

So don't take any bets,
It's as good as it gets,
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?

Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the building.

George Carlin's Take on Aging ....

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids?

If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four

and a half, going on five! That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

"How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony.

YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk!

He TURNED; we had to throw him out.

There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes,

it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day

thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch;

you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there.

Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100,

you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN!

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight; because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends.

Did you ever notice: The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are ' XL.'

There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it ... for example I am sitting here

thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.

Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know
'why' I look this way ... I've traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren't paved!

Ah ... being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.


YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN -

I'm the life of the party...... even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps... with a hammer.
I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over...
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not nearly as cute as mine.
I'm so cared for --- long term care, eye care, private care, dental care.

I'm not really grouchy

I just don't like traffic, waiting, crowds, lawyers, loud music, unruly kids, Jenny Craig and Toyota commercials, barking dogs, politicians and a few other things I can't seem to remember right now.
I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place, somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm having trouble remembering simple words like.......
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days, and when did they let kids become policemen?
I'm wondering, if you're only as old as you feel, how could I be alive at 150?
And, how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?

I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.