Sad ain't it? Getting older by the day

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@Willum, . I guess you can`t look fresh faced and 25 forever...

I know :(

 

I don´t know though, I mean I iron me face every morning, I haven´t got that many folds...

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Don't be ridiculous, you guys. That's why they have botox and anti-wrinkle creams. :rolleyes: I'm saving up money to get my entire body tuned up by the time I hit 35. :D

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...and I´ve still got me own teeth and hair (almost).

 

Well, I´m saving up for a completely new body, I should have enough cash together by the time I´m 75 :lol:

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Really had a few minutes of feeling old today. :(

 

Whitney Houston died and it made me realize that the artillery shelling is still on the horizon but the thunder claps are starting to be felt and not just heard.

 

Up until a few years ago nobody I knew/admired had died. Today it's Michael Jackson, Patrick Swayze and Whitney Houston. They all did not die of natural cause (to be defined) I admit but they are the first of my early years that I grew up with and vividly remember.

 

"Time flies when your having fun" I guess. :unsure:

 

So depressing sometimes these moments are they not. :(

 

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You should have heard my squeals of excitement when I spotted "Nanoblur" wrinkle cream, or Strivectin, or Skin Venom. I must be a marketing manager's wet dream :P:-) and not in a good way.

 

Whatever happened to trying to look older to get into clubs instead of younger to get into clubs?

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Lately, while buying wine at the store, the young cashiers will ask me in a teasing way "Are you old enough to buy that wine, sir? wink, wink.." And my first instinct is that they're flirting with me, but I quickly realize they're just being silly. My response is "Barely, wink wink, smile (frown inside)"

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What a drag it is getting old. (before and after pics)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6mD_zfcMbM

 

Maybe it's better to live fast and die young?

 

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Sad thing is, Rob2011, that I saw the Doors performing at the Roundhouse, Chalk Farm in 1968(?). Not only that but I saw the Stones in '65/66(??) when I got tickets to go on Top of the Pops. Guess what? I still love the Stones and the Doors. As I said: Life is too short to grow up! Or is it simply that one gets pathetic?

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You know you are definetily over 25 when you look in the mirror, spot the first grey hair and think

 

Hey, hang on, I havn't been young yet...

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I got my first grey hair at the age of 14 (dad's family's fault - premature grey hair).

 

Anyway, I still often think I'm 14. I still like what I liked then and I've added a few more things to my hobbies and interests since then so life just keeps getting fuller.

 

For the rest of the time, I think I'm still in my 20s. I'm not letting on to my body how old it really is just in case it decides not to play along any more.

 

And when I play with my 2-year-old godson, then there really is no age difference between us because we both get the same amount of pleasure playing with his cars and making silly noises. The best thing is when he tells his parents to go because he just wants to play with me!! We get on like a house on fire.

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Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

 

 

 

This is how it manifests:

 

I decide to water my garden.

As I turn on the hose in the driveway,

I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

 

As I start toward the garage,

I notice mail on the porch table that

I brought up from the postman earlier.

 

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table,

put the junk mail in the bin under the table,

and notice that the bin is full.

 

So, I decide to put the bills back

on the table and take out the rubbish first.

 

But then I think,

since I'm going to near the post box

when I take out the rubbish into the recycling centre,

I may as well pay the bills first.

 

I take my cheque book off the table,

and see that there is only one cheque left.

 

My extra cheques are in my desk in the study,

so I go inside the house to my desk where

I find the cup of coffee I'd been drinking.

 

I'm going to look for my chegues,

but first I need to push the coffee aside

so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

 

The coffee is getting cold,

and I decide to put it in the microwave to reheat it.

 

As I head toward the kitchen with the coffee,

a vase of flowers on the counter

catches my eye--they need water.

 

I put the coffee on the counter and

discover my reading glasses that

I've been searching for all morning.

 

I decide I better put them back on my desk,

but first I'm going to water the flowers.

 

I set the glasses back down on the counter,

fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.

Someone left it on the kitchen table.

 

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,

I'll be looking for the remote,

but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table,

so I decide to put it back in the livingroom where it belongs,

but first I'll water the flowers.

 

I pour some water in the flowers,

but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

 

So, I set the remote back on the table,

get some towels and wipe up the spill.

 

Then, I head down the hall trying to

remember what I was planning to do.

 

At the end of the day:

 

the car isn't washed

 

the bills aren't paid

 

there is a cold cup of coffee sitting on the counter

 

the flowers don't have enough water,

 

there is still only 1 cheque in my cheque book,

 

I can't find the remote,

 

I can't find my glasses,

 

and, I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

 

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,

I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day,

and I'm really tired.

 

I realize this is a serious problem,

and I'll try to get some help for it,

but first I'll check my e-mail...

 

Do me a favour.

Forward this message to everyone you know,

because I don't remember who the heck I've sent it to.

 

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!

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Well, my parent's are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary on the same day that I celebrate my 30th high school reunion. Renunions are for OLD FOLKS....sigh.

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It's not the age that gets me down. It's the domestication that somehow comes with age. Example:

 

In my 20's, watching a movie with a GF or FWB when a passionate love/sex scene came on usually resulted in us looking at each other and becoming "inspired" to do much, much better than that.

 

In my 30's and married, the last movie my wife and I watched that had an erotic sex scene ended up with me hearing a heartfelt genuine yawn next to me during the climax of the scene...

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Speaking of reunions...

 

A group of male friends, all age 40, discussed where they should meet for lunch.

Finally they decided to to the Ocean View restaurant because the waitresses

there were gorgeous.

 

Ten years later, at age 50, the friends once again discussed where they should

meet for lunch. Finally they decided to go to the Ocean View restaurant

because the food and service were good and the wine selection was excellent.

 

Ten years later, at age 60, the friends again discussed where they should

meet for lunch. Finally they decided to go to the Ocean View restaurant

because they could dine in peace and quiet and the restaurant had

a beautiful view of the ocean.

 

Ten years later, at age 70, the friends again discussed where they should meet

for lunch. Finally they decided to go to the Ocean View restaurant because

it was wheelchair accessible and had an elevator.

 

Ten years later, at age 80, the friends again discussed where they should

meet for lunch. Finally they decided to go to the Ocean View restaurant

because they had never been there before.

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the original post is NOT for 25. Not anymore. More like 35 or for people who are parents. No 25 year old I know thinks about that stuff.

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Sad thing is, Rob2011, that I saw the Doors performing at the Roundhouse, Chalk Farm in 1968(?). Not only that but I saw the Stones in '65/66(??) when I got tickets to go on Top of the Pops. Guess what? I still love the Stones and the Doors. As I said: Life is too short to grow up! Or is it simply that one gets pathetic?

Novelwriter, I am just old enough to remember the Doors when they were on the radio back in the '60s and how cool they seemed compared to all the other acts. My first concerts were acts like Leon Russel and Three Dog Night. Kind of a letdown. I saw Elton John in the '80s and then some metal band in the '90s. All I can say is that the scene has gone steadily downhill. I am in complete envy of people just a few years older than me that got to see the real thing. I actually had a neighbor once back in the States who was from Liverpool and said she walked by the Cavern while the Beatles were playing but never went in to see them. What a waste.

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