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Yesterday, I reached the marvelous milestone of “65 years”!  Good news is that “65” is the age that Senior Discounts are ‘all’ available to me and I also got my Medicare card so I am official!  Friends can be so “kind” when you reach certain significant birthdays.  I know because I have lots of tacky “friends”?!!  Here are some of the things that I have received in cards, emails, texts, or sent to internet sites by my friends for my edification.  I wanted to share them with you……

Thoughts on turning 65….

At 65, “getting down” on your birthday means not necessarily getting back up.

By 65, you’re telling your pals that all your aches and pains are old sports injuries.

65! You’re another year older and wiser – Except when it has anything to do with technology.

65 years old is when you wake up in the morning looking forward to that nap in the afternoon.

 When you hit 65, “Rock ‘n Roll” no longer describes your music, but your chair.


You get winded playing Monopoly.

Your children begin to look middle aged.

You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.


You look forward to a dull evening.

Your favorite part of the newspaper is “25 Years Ago Today…”

You sit in a rocking chair and can’t get it going.

Your knees buckle and your belt won’t.


You burn the midnight oil until 9 p.m.

Your back goes out more often than you do.

You have too much room in the house and not enough room in the medicine cabinet.

You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.

My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely.

Every time I think about exercise, I lie down ‘til the thought goes away.

God put me on earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I am so far behind, I will live forever.

I finally got my head together, and my body fell apart.

There cannot be a crisis this week; my schedule is already full.

The nice part of living in a small town is that when I don’t know what I’m doing, someone else does.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight, because by then your body and your fat are really good friends.

Seen it all. Done it all. Can’t remember most of it.  (All of these were copied from other sources).

Can’t wait for my friends to catch up with me so that I may be a “blessing” on their special birthday as they have been to me! Love you all!  Really!  I mean it! I do! Sincerely! What???