:wideeyed: I think we know who likes their kids a little more...Quote:
Originally Posted by Angie
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:wideeyed: I think we know who likes their kids a little more...Quote:
Originally Posted by Angie
I like that if my hands hurt, I can type with my nose hairs.
Mama is tired today. :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by MLawrence
I use to think that I was gaining patience with age. Now, I realize that I simply do not give a rip anymore about most things. If someone likes me and values my opinion--great. If they do not--fine. It is not worthwhile to try to impress anyone and enjoyable to just be yourself. Just sign me as 64 and quite comfortable with life.
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Originally Posted by bawbie
but they're also not things you get to enjoy when you're a "kid" or still in college ;)
........unless you're one of those people the rest of us hated. :mad:
My beard is much thicker. And I can carry items on to plans in the bags under my eyes.
Like being retired. No Alarm clock in the morning, but I still wake up about 7:00 every morning anyway. Being able to shop during weekdays when things aren't all crowded with you young-uns. Not having to do TPS reports and always having to be sure I have the latest version of the cover sheets on them (translation: not having to put up with office politics and stupid work requirements). That's one of the things I really noticed as I got older and closer to retirement is that it gets harder and harder to deal with, and conform to, arbitrary initiated and arbitrarily enforced work policies.
I'm looking forward to no homework.
The problem presents itself because, as an older man, the signs on public restrooms can be confusing. Establishments even try to trick us into entering the Women's room. The problem is that it's happening more often, without the trickery. And I have yet to see something that makes me smile as I walk away embarrassed.Quote:
Originally Posted by NickTheGreat
So, did I answer the question? No, but I added a comment about a young man and an old man.
That reminds me of when I was a little kid and we stopped at a gas station so I could do a #1. So I'm with my dad and for whatever reason (other kids in the car? I don't remember) and he sends me in alone. This is long before anyone know or cared about child molesters. So I'm trying to figure out which one is for the boys and which one is for the girls. He tells me to count the letters - it's the one with the fewest letters. What he didn't know was that instead of having "MEN" and "WOMEN" on the signs, they had "GENTLEMEN" and "LADIES". So I, of course, go marching into the wrong rest room. I'm in there doing what little boys do in the bathroom and a couple of girls and women come marching in. My little boy psyche was severely damaged. So I guess one of the things I like about getting older was that I eventually learned to read.Quote:
Originally Posted by leroycyclone
High school chicks.... I get older, they stay the same age.
daughters.... thats pretty much it. Food for thought... Sit around some high school boys sometime, and you will think to yourself... I cannot of been that stupid.
I agree with many of the things listed here - financial resources, my own stuff, personal relationships, self esteem, etc.
And, I'm not on the bottom of the ladder at work anymore. I really enjoy not just doing what I'm told to do, but having a decision-making role and mentoring the young'uns as they learn the ropes.
I'm married to my hero. That's not bad.
The kids, especially since they moved out.