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Post by queenbee on May 8, 2008 14:27:15 GMT -4
Hey I am young and my grandmother called them step-in's. She also had one of those chenille bedspreads with 2 big peacocks in the middle of it on her iron bed.
I loved my mema.
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Post by queenbee on May 8, 2008 14:37:25 GMT -4
Country legend Eddy Arnold passes away Singer dies just days short of his 90th birthday
Eddy Arnold's wife of 66 years, Sally, died in March
His many No. 1 country hits included "Make the World Go Away"
Arnold was a pioneer of the "countrypolitan" sound, a mix of country and pop styles
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Post by queenbee on May 8, 2008 15:14:10 GMT -4
GOT THIS IN AN E-MAIL
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, a nd will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten.. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will ne ver know the joy of being imperfect..
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have be come. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
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Post by coosa on May 8, 2008 15:43:45 GMT -4
I love that , bee!!
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Post by 2cedarschick on May 8, 2008 16:27:51 GMT -4
That was awesome Bee! But I still worry about my gray hair and my muffin top! But I won't trade anything to get rid of them, that's what hair dye and plastic surgery are for!
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Post by queenbee on May 8, 2008 16:32:37 GMT -4
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten.. And I eventually remember the important things. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have be come. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.
We need to enjoy life while we can and always be good to each other.
No room for haters.
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Post by coosa on May 8, 2008 16:54:01 GMT -4
Good advice Bee!!
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Post by coosa on May 10, 2008 9:20:25 GMT -4
You know, they are always talking about "gatherings" on the other forum. Do you think we should plan a "gathering" for ourselves this summer??
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Post by coosa on May 11, 2008 9:36:38 GMT -4
I like strawberry myself!
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Post by coosa on May 11, 2008 9:39:42 GMT -4
Maybe we should Coosa. Good idea. However, I've already put on the calendar at work to attend the one "over there". I plan on going even though they really wish I wasnt. You mean you don't think that "they" all want to see you come to the other gathering?? I wonder?? Maybe they don't want me to come to the gathering either?? If we have enough "shooters" it won't matter, or will shooters be allowed?? You need to teach me how to make them! That is what I can bring!!
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Post by coosa on May 11, 2008 10:35:01 GMT -4
jello shooters!! jello shooters!! I need some of those to celebrate mother's day!!!!!!
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Post by queenbee on May 11, 2008 17:34:27 GMT -4
Ya'll be careful, I got accused of talking about those jello shooters and drinking and ya'll know better than that.
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Post by bb on May 11, 2008 18:44:09 GMT -4
We are just some wild and crazy women! (yeah, right... lol!)
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Post by nataliewood on May 11, 2008 20:29:24 GMT -4
I've never had or even heard of jello shooters til I heard y'all talking about them. I can't drink much - one drink and I am singing with the band.
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Post by maddy on May 11, 2008 20:41:46 GMT -4
love jello shooters, but I've never seen green apple jello. Will have to look out for that one.
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