Signs I'm getting older way too fast

Benevolent One

Benevolent One

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There are signs everywhere lately that I am getting rapidly older.

My son turned 16 this week

My brother turns 60 this week

My wife turns 40 in two months and my youngest turns 13 shortly thereafter.

The last one is really not a good sign. I told my wife that when she turns 40 I'm gonna trade her in for two 20's. However, in the shape I'm in I'd be afraid to see the 20 year old that would give me the time of day. Of course, the other problem with that is that eventually I would have to talk to one of the 20 year olds and that would probably drive me crazy. They just don't think right, you know?

I also had a dream/nightmare the other night that my youngest was 16 and just had a baby. I woke up before I killed the guy who did it though.
 
My daughters 27, I've been having that same dream for a long time now.
But I'm really getting good at killing him though.:):beerbang:
 
My niece came over last night with her boyfriend and a friend of his to pick up some furniture.While they were carrying it to the truck.I asked "do you have anything to tie that down with" and the friend says "yes SIR".I felt like 20 years older for some reason.First time anybody has called me "SIR".
 
I knew I was starting to get older when they started playing the music I listened to in high school became worthy to be played on the classic rock station.


Prunes seem like a good source of fiber.


I had to get a proctology exam.:eek: That kinda goes with the prunes.
 
Racer X .... mine became elevator music.


When I was younger, I chose to grow a beard. That choice made it that I hardly had to look in a mirror anymore, let alone on a daily basis as would be the case for someone obliged to shave. I've gone for months without seeing my own face. Needless to say, nearly every time I do, I don't know the guy looking back at me. Frankly, that guy looks like my dad after a really rough weekend bender.
 
I love this thread. I can relate to everyone of those, but wait, it wasn't long ago that I was talking to my father and I told him that my bones are really becoming sore these days. He said to me, and this made me feel lots younger, he said, "son, it doesn't get any better!"

Each day as I walk my route, I feel tired and wonder if I can make it though the rounds. Then I think, how it must feel to see me walking from the eyes of anyone younger in a wheel chair. Today I talked to a gent who turns 93 in a couple of months and he told me that he was getting ready to go play nine holes of golf. He then goes on to tell me that something must be wrong with him because he forgot to set the emergency brake on his car. Being 61 doesn't seem to old now after hearing those two. Now if I can only click my heels. :)
 
Age has a way of changing things altogether. I am listening to Elevator music in the evenings, and hit tunes from the forties during the day along with classic country,(pre-1995 songs and back to Jimmie Rodgers and Patsy Montana) depending on the mood. My son will be 43 and I am 73.


How does age change you? I have been taking credit college courses and in the last class I took, there were ages from 17 to 73!
During discussions, the youngsters in the age group 17 to 28 are thinking about the upcoming party Friday or Saturday night, who will get hooked up and with who.
The 29 to 39 group are thinking about how to find enough money to get their kids to the dentist and buy them clothes they need for school, paying the mortgage and making the car payments.
The 40 to 60 year group are concerned with the later but now include concerns if they will have enough money be able to pay for their kids college education.
And the the last group (that's mine) wonder how much time we have left and how we hope to spend it.
Getting older is a frame of mind as much as anything. There are really only two things that mean much after realizing we won't live forever.
One is, age is a state of mind and we are only as old as we feel.
Two, getting older ain't for sissies.
Understanding both helps the process. ;)
 
I want to stay as fit as I can, so I work out at Curves every day for 30 minutes.

We have a member who is 91 and comes at least 3 times a week. She was driving herself but her car is giving out.

I hope to be that active at 91.
 
Wow Whizz, you are older than dirt! LOL But seriously, what you write is and should be a lesson to everyone. Many years ago when I lived in Iowa, on my route lived two old men who had totally different perspectives on their lives. Let's examine them. One old man kept telling me each day that it doesn't pay to get old. He continually complained about getting old and how much he hated it. I can only imagine what he did daily in his home. His wife had been gone for about four years so he lived alone. The other gent had a totally different look on life. Julius always depended on his wife to drive him to where he needed to go as he had lost his sight. I always joked at him because he subscribed to Playboy magazine. I said you need to see if you can get a brail edition for the blind, but they should include "3d" pictures so he could feel what he's missing. Julius never complained about his age and was always happy. Of course, he hadn't lost the love of his life. But then she was gone. Julius had the normal time of remorse, but that didn't stop him. One day I saw him in his car, backing out of the garage and then back in. I stopped him and asked what he was doing. He told me that he was just seeing if he could still drive a car. Mr. Jansen, the first man died of a lonely heart, sad to his last day. Julius on the other hand, rejoiced in what he had, what he had experienced, and hoped he would live to experience even more.

It is a frame of mind. You want to be unhappy, no problem, you've got it licked. You want to be happy, go for it and know that there will be snags along the way, but you might even experience something new with those snags. Just today I learned that the pain I've been experiencing in my knees was a blessing. Now it's gone to my ankles. LOL Oh and BTW, I love my dogs even more these days, even though I want to strangle them. :D
 
Whizzer said:
Age has a way of changing things altogether. I am listening to Elevator music in the evenings, and hit tunes from the forties during the day along with classic country,(pre-1995 songs and back to Jimmie Rodgers and Patsy Montana) depending on the mood. My son will be 43 and I am 73.

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Gee, I thought that I was the only person nowadays that listens to Patsy Montana. I have about 6 of her albums. I seen her perform in person many years ago.

buckaroo said:
Wow Whizz, you are older than dirt! LOL But seriously, what you write is and should be a lesson to everyone.

It is a frame of mind. You want to be unhappy, no problem, you've got it licked. You want to be happy, go for it and know that there will be snags along the way, but you might even experience something new with those snags. Just today I learned that the pain I've been experiencing in my knees was a blessing. Now it's gone to my ankles. LOL Oh and BTW, I love my dogs even more these days, even though I want to strangle them. :D
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Buckaroo, I'm as old as whizzer. I am working again, as you know, and am doing pretty darn good at it. Not because I have to, but because I want to and am enjoying it tremendously. The VP called me last week and asked me to take on an important assignment in Pittsburgh. I will work there every other week and work from home the other week. I am a little apprehensive as I will be giving guidance in a specific area to a very large company that is in partnership with the one whom I work for. I can't tell you how working again has stimulated my brain and has me thinking again, feels good.
 
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