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I was sitting here thinking how over the years we have hidden ourselves behind the Internet..(well most of us anyways)....

Some of us have actually met and ...thinking back on those meets... just reminds me how time flys..

I had not logged into Yahoo in ...I could not tell you how long, yet when I logged on I was met with a lot of the people-Friends that I remembered from days past.

It has been good chating with you all and I hope the years have been kinder to you then they have to me LOL

the belly is a bit bigger the hair a little greyer.. the crows feet a little more defined .....

such is life lol

I hope to see you all in the future again so we can sit back and laugh about remember when!


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Bill, it won't be long and 40 will be a distant memory. When you hit 50 time seems to go at double speed... :)

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And faster still after 60. The things we've seen come and go have been amazing, though, haven't they? Why, when I was a lad . . .

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Well, I'm 60 and in another 4 1/2 months, will hit 61. :) Ah well, such is life. Lots of UPs a few DOWNs along the way. I've been fascinated seeing the age of computers develop from black & white to color when Mosaic was about, then ooooh, Netscape came along! Our first real computer had a 1200baud modem (we thought we were REALLY hot!!) and we chatted with folks on various BBS's. Then, once we were here in Reno when IRC was available to us, we went nuts -- new computer, 14.4 modem. Those were the days!


Marge in Reno

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I turned 59 earlier this month. Most of the time, I still think that I am about 25, until I catch a glimpse of that old bald headed fart in the mirror. ;)


As we get older, the need to eat right, get sufficient sleep, exercise regularly, and stay mentally engaged in a variety of activities is an absolute necessity in maintaining good physical and mental health. Also, I think that it is important to recognize the benefits of aging. I like to tell those younger than me that one of those benefits is that I now make a jackass of myself a lot less frequently than I did when I was 30 -- granted, I still do it from time to time, but a lot less frequently.


I cherish the memories of the past, of simpler times, but I think, for so many reasons, that this is the greatest time to be alive. The advances that we have seen in technology are mind boggling, giving us all access to more information and venues for communication than we would have even dreamed possible several decades ago. The world is ever becoming a smaller place, and boundaries of nationality and ethnicity are not as firm nor as restrictive as they once were. We an sit in our homes, and use a variety of appliances to gain access to an international collection of information, and to a seemingly infinite number of venues for the exchange of ideas. And, if you can't find a venue for the exchange of information and ideas that you want, then you can easily create your own without spending a fortune.


This is a wonderful time to be alive. :)

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It's not just an illusion. Each year becomes a smaller fraction of our lives, so with the measuring stick by which we compare each year constantly changing, each year does indeed become shorter as we grow older.


In grade school, summers lasted an eternity. By high school they were shorter and by college shorter yet. In my forties, last year I bought a bunch of mulch in the spring to spread around in my flower gardens during the summer. Summer came and went before I realized I hadn't opened a bag. Kids growing up so fast. The realization that we are only on this earth a short time.


Make today count, there aren't enough tomorrows.

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I'm with fantasticdayup. I just turned "double nickels" and I love it. Each birthday is a milestone, a reason for celebration as I move through this life. Each day is an achievement marked by achievements and lessons learned and to be learned. I welcome the challenge of each new day and each new year. Bring on the next birthday! :)

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It is true that you are as old as you feel.


I recently started an aggressive regimen (well, last summer after two hits with cancer) of road bike riding. Have lost 30 pounds and can now take on some serious hills. I feel a good 10 years younger and that big stomach is disappearing really really fast. Have 30 more pounds to go and expect I'll feel another ten years younger when that hits. That'll take me back in the 30's whoo hooo!


Nothing like mucho miles on a road bike - good exercise - to fight that "we're gettin' old" feeling!

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Everyone is wrong... This is old.


My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs

and spread mayo on the same cutting board ... with the same knife and no

bleach ... but we didn't seem to get food poisoning. My Mom used to

defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too,

but I can't remember getting E-coli.


Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of

a pristine pool. (Talk about boring!)



The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a

pager was the school PA system.



We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of

high top Ked's. (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training

athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I

can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell

us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option ... even for stupid kids! I guess PE

must be much harder than gym. Every year someone taught the whole school

a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and

hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only

knew we could have sued the school system?



Speaking of school ....

we all said prayers and the pledge and staying in detention after school

caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. I can't understand it.

Schools didn't offer 14 year olds

an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway)

but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we

started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then.

Remember school nurses? Some wore a hat and everything.


I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was

allowed to be proud of myself. I just can't recall how bored we were

without .... computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-box

or 270 digital cable stations.


..I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the

denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day

about a mile down the ..road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of

branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over .who got to

be the Lone Ranger.


What was that property owner thinking ... letting us play on that lot??

He should have been locked up

for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a

self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.

Oh yeah...


and where was the Benadryl and

sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant

construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent

bottle of mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a

trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of

antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for

leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we

got our butt spanked here too ... (physical abuse) and then we got butt

spanked again when we got home.


Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked

down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks

(Remember why Tonka trucks were made tough? It wasn't so that they could

take the rough Berber in the family room!), and Dad drove a car with

leaded gas.


Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure

that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on

two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger

they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.

Summers were spent behind the push

lawnmower and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I

was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive.

How sick were my parents?


Of course my parents weren't the only psychos.

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks

on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that

he could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him

for being such a goof.


It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they

were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes!

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even

notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!

How did we ever survive??

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Everyone is wrong... This is old.


I love it ... and remember it. Our culture has changed, that is for sure and not for the best ... keep watching buz we're gonna see more change in the next four years than anyone bargained for as the social structure is dramatically re-written.

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Everyone is wrong... This is old.


Did you grow up next door to me? I remember all of that too! :)

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It's amazing when you see something in fashion make a return

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I've always been carded, for everything... Just turned 37 and went to a casino for my birthday. Thought for sure I would be carded going through. Security didn't even give me a second glance. I think I will go have a good cry now...or go buy some Just For Men. Mid-life crisis can't be too bad, can it?

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Thank GOD i am still young...

But in a matter of time I'll get old also.

10 years will pass ill i became a grandpa, hehehe

That's life we can stop it.

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