I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon.
Happy 10th WDC Anniversary, SandraLynn Team Florent!! I'm sorry I can't battle alongside with you, dear Florent. Go forth and go well! You are doing excellent!
WWAD-what would Andre do! Maybe he could get a 3D-printer, make bracelets with WWAD on them and sell them on the side.
We get our dogs braided rope toys to chew on and use dental sticks to help clean their teeth. Perhaps Andre would enjoy a nice braided chew rope, and if someone would make a banana flavored dental stick, he could use it for a swizzle stick in his drink and chew on after he downs it.
My grandgiggles now ask if I'm wearing bubble wrap when I venture forth for a meander/walk/stroll. I thought a clumsy monkey could be conceivable and that he'd be told the same thing I am. Be careful. What is that? Accidents happen, to me any way.
QueenNormaJeanGreeneggs&vegham You win! I've never been shot at, well, not directly. I once experienced the back window of my car being shot out as I drove along a highway. I believe it was a hunter's errant bullet. I wrote about us accident prone people. I refer to it as O.U.C.H. I believe I intended that to mean Our Unique Clumsiness Hurts. We create our own writing material.
Oh come on - I've had so many weird accidents - last one I swear I tripped on a feather. Broke 2 bones in my hand, cast for 4 weeks and now I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow. Cannot move the blasted hand at all.
Car accidents, been shot at, blew my knee getting into a truck. falling down drunk and waking up looking like a prize fighter when I had to go to a family funeral. I've had a few good ones.
I'm the accident-prone one around these parts - although most people would guess my most-used word falls into the "swear" category, it's actually "ouch."
Years back I dated a lady who was extremely accident prone. On one occasion she caught her dress pocket on a door handle as we exited the theater. She ripped her dress open, buttons popping off all over. Another time I stopped to pick her up for a dinner date. As we were exiting her apartment, she remembered her purse and rushed back in to grab it. She slipped on the floor and slid into the table, chipping her front tooth. On yet another outing while viewing some antique mining equipment, she climbed up on a big dump truck for a picture. She decided to jump down, but had caught her shirt on something and ripped it off!
Write about a fork in the road in your life, and how you made the decision to go the direction you did. What would have happened if you chose the other path? I don't recall a neon sign flashing 'over here, turn right here, yes, you, get off the road, this is the path for you, trust me.' That would have saved me a great deal of pain and grief after colliding with cars while cycling, not once but twice. Where did this directional sign hide because I've never noticed it. Granted, I tend to live in forested areas, but still... I'm not sure that I ever wandered off the path. Oh sure, my life has had me stumbling, slipping and sliding, scrabbling and what have you. It's not always been a level roadway easily traversed without pot holes and loose gravel. Sometimes, I've careened around tight blind corners and dropped down steep hills with my stomach flip-flopping and my breath suspended. My life has been a ride and I've never mapped it out. I have no regrets and I don't sneak a peek over my shoulder in the rear view mirror. Okay, I reminisce, but I do not rue what might have been. I am happy with what has been, what is and what will be. Could my journey have been different? Sure, but it is what it is. Each road explored led me to other roads. I've turned left. I've followed the ramblings of a river. I've stopped to admire the scenery. I've travelled solo and with companions. All of it led to where I am now. I have no idea where I might have been.
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