Old Codger's Club

Isn't that pooch loveable?

Dan - the "Cat" lover!

 

I don't know about loveable, but with those wrinkles, he belongs in this club!

 

I can't disagree with that!

Do you know what the cure for wrinkles is - gain about 100 pounds!

Dan - been wrinkle free for years!

 

You guys are C-R-A-Z-Y!!!

Dr. Bob... LOVED the article!! And THIS old codger doesn't mind admitting she can relate!!

CJ

 

Better to be crazy than dead, sick, lonely, or Dr. Bob!

Of course he might disagree with me!!

Dan - the disagreeable one!

 

Dan, the kind of things Dr.Bob was talking about are foreign to me....Brit-Canadian,,get it? foreign

Besides, I went to boarding school..totally different picture, and we rarely got any snow in London. We only saw family in summer and on holidays.

Cheers,

Jim

 

Maybe that's why I don't have wrinkles. You mean if I continue with this diet I WILL have?

 

Truth, Sue? I look older in my face than I did before I lost the 30 lbs! I show it most in my neck. The rest of me looks very young tho.

Diane

 

Oh great Diane! Now, let me see, do I want to be overweight or have wrinkles?

Great choices!

 

Are you a victim of your past?

MEMORIES OF A REPRESSED AND ABUSIVE CHILDHOOD

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 couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then.

Remember school nurses? Ours 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 bottom 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 bottom spanked (physical abuse) here too, and then we got our bottom 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 she 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 survive?


§ue

 

Those were the days...weren't they?? We were so innocent, but we had so much fun!!

An old codger is reminded of the good old days...

CJ

 

Wouldn't it be nice to go back to those days - but remember - they were before BB!!!

Dan - who's kind of thick sometimes - especially on foreign stuff!

 

I would only go back if I could take my acquired knowledge with me!

§ue (not much smarter, but a little wiser)

 

Dorothy said that if you click your heels together - you can go anywhere you wish to go!

Click click!

 

But I don't have the

 

I think that I have seen some like that at "Sallie Ann's Boutique (Salvation Army Thrift Stores) - and the cost was little of nothing!

Dan - a proponent of heel clicking!

 

I call it "Sally's Boutique".

I did try on a pair like that, but I clicked my heels together and when I opened my eyes, I was still in the same spot so I didn't buy them

§ue (never did click right)

 

You forgot to say the magic word -

And I've forgotten what the magic word is!

Dan - time for some sleep - cause I gotta go ta work tomorrow!

 

Dr. Bob goes on vacation - and all the rest of you "Old Codgers" desert the place!

Shame - shame - shame!

Dan - not afraid to be an Old Codger!