Someone said

“And I totally agree..

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming

"WOW!! ...... What a Ride!!!"”

“Hold my beer and watch this.”

“Thanks for words to live by. Just so it's not, "Hey, I'm not ready for this!"”

“I gotta couple of road burns already, Ewk!


But, in no way am I done!!!!!”

“LMAO@chili”

“D Day must be getting close!

Look out world!
Father's, hide your women!

Eddy is getting out!!!!”

“good philosophy Ewk, matches up well with the idea of "Die Broke" - after all, you really can't take it with you.”

“LOL at Chili!”

“jai ~~~ewker
that's my take on it”

“My philosophy exactly. The only thing that frightens me right now is the thought of dying in front of the #&%!$ing television. I'm going sliding, kicking and scratching, preferably in the snow.”

“"OLD AGE 2001"

I have always dreaded old age. I cannot imagine
anything worse than being old. How awful it must be
to have nothing to do all day long but stare at
the walls or watch TV. So last week, when the mayor
suggested we all celebrate Senior Citizen Week by
cheering up a senior citizen, I determined to
do just that. I would call on my new neighbor, an
elderly retired gentleman, recently widowed, who,
I presumed, had moved in with his married daughter
because he was too old to take care of himself.
I baked a batch of brownies and without bothering
to call (some old people cannot hear the phone), I
went off to brighten this old guy's day.
When I rang the doorbell, this "old guy" came to the
door dressed in tennis shorts and a polo shirt,
looking about as ancient and decrepit as Donny
Osmond.

"I'm sorry I can't invite you in," he said when I
introduced myself, "but I'm due at the Racquet Club
at two. I'm playing in the semifinals today."

"Oh, that's all right," I said. "I baked you
some brownies..."

"Great!", he interrupted, snatching the box,
"Just what I need for bridge club tomorrow!
Thanks so much!"

"...and just thought we'd visit a while, but that's
okay, I'll just trot across the street and call on
Granny Grady..."

"Don't bother," he said, "Gran's not home. I know,
I just called to remind her of our date to go dancing
tonight. She may be at the beauty shop. She mentioned
at breakfast that she had an appointment for a tint job."

I called my Mother's cousin (age 83), she was in
the hospital... working in the gift shop.
I called my aunt (age 74); she was on vacation in China.
I called my husband's uncle (age 79). I forgot, he
was on his honeymoon.
I still dread old age, now more than ever. I just
don't think I'm up to it.....
Author Unknown”

“Last week was spring break and I signed up for a week-end backcountry ski-ing out of a yurt in Huntington, Vermont with the Montreal Section of the Alpine Club of Canada. There were to be ten of us (and there was).

We met at the farm (www.otloose.com) and hiked to the yurt on Saturday morning. Conditions were horrible, but the company, the yurt and Vermont (as always) were delightful. There was one woman my age (55) or a little younger, one 33 year old woman and the rest were clearly older than I.

We set out to ski the afternoon and after putting on skins to ski through slush, I turned back with one woman who had put on klister (Hello, my name's Doug and next year I'll be klister-free for thirty years.) after being humiliated by the older people.

That night over wine we got to talking. These people go to what is called General Mountaineering Camp in the Rockies every summer and wanted to know why I wasn't going.

Anyway, I made them all laugh by saying that I figure I have about twenty good years ahead of me and I want the next ten to rock.

The next day Big Ed., a retired professor of immunology at McGill said that he had felt the same way. Now he backcountry skied after retiring from serious, high mountain alpinism (he kicked my arse, remember). He said he had thought the same thing while looking around at his colleagues and decided to retire at 62.

'Those were the greatest ten years of my life.' he said.

THIS GUY WAS OVER 72!

Second childhood is so much better than the first, but it looks like number 3 is going to rock!”

“... and nowadays there's always a good possibility that you'll find a match for your second liver!”

“Klister???? WTF?”

“Ewker, that has to be the best quote I've ever read... ever.”

“Klister is a wax you put on waxable cross country skis when the snow is warm to give it some grip. It usually comes in a tube and is really sticky...the consistency is a little harder than jelly that has sat in an open jar in a dry house for about 2 weeks.”

“Artex thanks, wish I could take credit for it but I can't. A friend sent it to me last night. I knew a lot of folks on here would like it.”

“Hey in 22 days I get to join AARP!!!


wooohoooo

senior discounts!!!!”

“22 days... hiking Yellow River St. Forest.

wooooooo hoooooooo

LOL! NO FEES!!”

“I shall have you know, Capn, Mister that I had a complete medical a year ago, including three trips for tests in Montreal. The doc called when all the results were in and everything's fine (blood pressure 110/80).

'I had your liver enzymes checked, Doug,' she said.

'OOOOOOOH MY GAAAAAAWD,' my mind screamed.

'They're normal.' she said.

I'M GOING TO LIVE FOREVER! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!”