ummmmm....yep!! Join the club!!

old is when kids ask you what color was the Ark

I hope not yabbit cause i enjoyed and understood them as well

Old is when a beautiful women offers you "super sex" and you choose the soup.

Old is when you drive down the road mad at your spouse for running 3 stop signs...then realize you were driving.

Let these pictures tell the tale....

No kidding you can ask the Olhipie...everytime I have to hit the brakes hard my arm goes up to hold him back...and whats crazy is he has his seat belt on....

I can do you one better on the popping popcorn thingy, Annie. I remember putting oil in a big ole pot, on top of the gas burner...heating the oil then, quickly, dropping in a handfull of popping corn...putting he lid on and shaking the pot back and forth on the burner untill the popping stopped or it burned...whichever came first...

You know you're old when you refer to your waterbed as the dead sea.

That's how I've always done it, microwave stuff has too much weird junk sprayed on it for me.

A friend and her kids were staying with me once, I was making them some popcorn the normal way and the girls were amazed, "I didn't know you could do it that way!" LOL, another "old" moment.

Old Age, I've 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 sometimes despair over my body! The wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. I am often 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, or 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 ornament that I didn't need, but looks so sweet on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I've 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's & 70's if I want.... and if I 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, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the younger set. They too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But then again, some of life is just as well forgotten. I eventually do 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 never 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's 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.....I like being older. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. 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!

that's how we do it in the jungle, LOL !!