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!
September 9th Prompt: What health tips have worked for you? What would you like to do to improve your health? Is this where I share my diet tips and sprout spout healthy eating regimes? Notice the strong word 'regime.' Hah, I'm not, nor have I ever been a diet devotee. My eating philosophy is more of a see food, enjoy food . Basically, I've never consumed a calorie I didn't like. Yes, I will confess that I indulge in desserts on a regular basis. If cookies, cakes and muffins were meant to be forbidden why do they taste irresistible? Are egg farmers conspiring to sell their wares by including them in baked goods, emphasize 'good.' Not that I don't eat eggs in the form of an omelette once in a while. Eggs are nothing if not versatile. Despite my kinship with sweet treats I do imbibe veggies. I actually like them and they do not always have to be disguised in those delish confections although carrot, or zucchini bread is the best. Besides eating a balanced diet which sometimes is a cookie in each hand I attempt to exercise more than once a year. Not that I am so gung-ho that I wear and follow a Fitbit. I talk myself into a daily walk, well, that's my intention. I recognize that my health needs this burst of movement. My muscles don't wish to atrophy. Use it or lose it is real. Years ago, I not only financed a gym membership I attended said gym three times a week. I swam, partook of an aerobics class, and hoisted weights.My body and I cooperated in these endeavours. I achieved a sveltness, a level of fitness in which I did not wheeze climbing stairs. I'd like to say I aspire to be that devoted, that resolute again. Perhaps I will push myself in this manner, or perhaps I'll start with faltering, hesitant baby steps . There's no time like the present, so tomorrow I will venture forth to meander at a sedate pace. I just need to forewarn my knees. They prefer a bit of cajoling.
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