HolyCrap! We're Getting Older. . .

Can you transport me back to the body I had when I was in my 20's please?

 

You're not old until your age exceeds your fuel economy.

 

You know your getting old when you start comparing MPG's to age.

 

Can I get that in a bumper sticker?
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I was telling my Grandson today that we used to start a car by turning the crank, instead of turning a key. He had no idea what I was talking about.

 

Oh, that is so true. I would like to say more, but my cranky tired middle aged body is telling me it's nappy time

 

Now I know Rod had a Morris Minor which had a crank handle but seriously Bev, what car did you ever crank start?

You need to take him up to the Birdwood Mill Museum.

 

It is school holidays at the moment, so a trip to the Birdwood Mill Museum is a great idea. Blake would love it! I havn't been there for years myself.
No I havn't actually had to crank a car myself, I know I am old, but I am not quite that old!

 

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None of the images open

 

Hmmm? It opens for me, but the file may be too big for your settings.

 

Wouldn't open for me either Speedeamon!

 

Speedeamon, we can't look at files from your personal email, but you can, which is why it works for you but not us.

 

Okay, no wonder it wasn't working. So please educate me on how to do this so it works.
Thanks all.

 

Banana-powered hiking boots must get at least a thousand mpg. Yippee, I'll never be old. To eternity, and beyond! :rapture:

 

Not sure if this will work, but you could try to 'cut and paste'

 

Do you remember when you wrote a letter to someone, and you had to wait weeks for a reply!

 

Okay here goes: I hope it works 'cause there's more:

Love this - my new mantra.....


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 kinder 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 avante 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 grey, 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).

 

See us oldies can learn to do new things. Well done Speedeamon.

We might as well enjoy old age, because we are all living longer. I get a lot of enjoyment from my Grandchildren, and I would not change that for anything.

 

Thanks Bev, here's what I tried to post earlier:

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