Friday, February 15, 2019

Turning 60 Ain't For Sissies,..... Part Two of a Series of I Have No Clue,...



Well,… Lets do the second of a series of I have no clue about turning 60,… I did fix the typo in the first part,… I had a $ sign when it should of been a 4. I might could chalk that up to turning 60 but probably not too much since I didn’t do too well in Mrs Bracken’s typing class. 7 WPM just didn’t cut it.

For those of us turning the big 6-0 this year,… we have lived through some great moments in time. Some of those might include having Farrah Fawcett on our walls,… or maybe David Cassidy.  Or it could have been wearing Jordache jeans and the clogs,…. or maybe trying to use the same dance moves from Saturday Night Fever.  I’m going to go out on a limb here and say many of the girls were just dreamy about Davy Jones from the Monkees or maybe Donnie Osmond,..  Probably most everyone liked Mork from Ork,… and Saturday Night Live was the best it has ever been back in the 70’s.  Shag carpet was a thing and so was Harvest Gold appliances,… Yep we lived through some great times.

I do want to share a poem written by of official poem writer guy,… Jim Hatcher. AKA Jimmy,…

The Birthdays of Our Generation

The pages of our lives yet turn,
And chapters have to close.
Then we endeavor to discern
The plot the Author chose.
We've known of great adversities.
We've known of joys immense.
But through it all we hope to see
We've gained some wisdom thence.
As every birthday turns a page
It takes us higher still.
But sixty’s just another age,
And we have roles to fill.
We have less years that lie before
Than what we've left behind.
May yours be filled with joys galore;
With faith and peace of mind.
-Jim Hatcher

Thanks Jimmy for letting me share that,…

And now without further ado,… Even though turning 60 isn’t for sissies,.. we can still laugh. And
just
like Readers Digest suggests,… Laughter is the best medicine.

Your childhood toys sell for a fortune on eBay.

When classic movies come on, your comments are: “She’s dead. He’s dead. They’re all dead.”

Not wearing a bra tugs the wrinkles right out of your face.

When you relax on a park bench, boy scouts offer to help you cross your legs.

Your favorite classic rock is now elevator music.

You wonder why the TV remote isn't working, then realize it’s a cordless phone.

Your parties never even wake up the dog, let alone the neighbors.

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