It’s actually thunderstorming here, world. The iceberg on the front lawn is gone, revealing all the leaves that have to be raked!
Thanks for this, Peter M. It’s a continuation from a recent post…..
GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don’t hurt.
3) Families are like fudge…mostly sweet, with a few nuts
4) Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It’s like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you’re down there.
4) You’re getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair
that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It’s frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it’s a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1 — You believe in Santa Claus. 2 — You don’t believe in Santa Claus.
3 — You are Santa Claus. 4 — You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 17 success is . . having a driver’s license.
At age 35 success is . . having money.
At age 50 success is .. . . having money.
At age 70 success is . .. having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
Sorry about the recent absence, folks. My keyboard was acting up something fierce. Today it decided to work.
Speaking of work, it’s still going fine. Am working with a great colleague on a project that could bring me into contact with the guy who ruined my work life in 1990, but…..I’m where I’m supposed to be and I know what I’m doing. Besides, my colleague is a fantastic shield–he makes ME look diplomatic (e.g. he used the word asinine in an e mail to a client. Now THAT is COOL) and we are each other’s biggest fans.
The Most Spoiled Cat In The Universe is visiting her vet on Monday. She has, errr a bottom problem that is common and that I don’t want to deal with. So the vet can. On top of that, she has asthma and I want to get a mask for her in case she starts coughing and can’t stop. She isn’t coughing now, but it comes and goes (as I type I’m getting glared at for being on the computer).
Mom’s doing great. Even her memory’s improving. She, Sis and I went to dinner last night on the spur of the moment. It was a hoot and a half. Don’t you just love girls’/boys’ nights out?
Saw an old photo (like 2 years ago) of me and Mom. Mom was holding something that appeared to be a ham. It was my arm. OK I”m smaller now but sheesh. Diet resumed.
Sigh.
Will be around to visit tomorrow, keyboard willing. Hope you’re all very very happy, warm and healthy.
BJ