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Hummm let me think ,

...why did I send you this......

don't tell me  it's  coming to me.....

Oh ya.....

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Senior citizens are constantly being criticized

for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world,

real or imaginary. 

We know we take responsibility

for all we have done and do not blame others.


upon reflection,

we would like to point out

that it was NOT the senior citizens who took:

     The melody out of music,
    The pride out of appearance,
    The courtesy out of driving,
    The romance out of love,
    The commitment out of marriage,
    The responsibility out of parenthood,
    The togetherness out of the family,
    The learning out of education,
    The service out of patriotism,
    The Golden Rule from rulers,
    The nativity scene out of cities,
    The civility out of behavior,
    The refinement out of language,
    The dedication out of employment,
    The prudence out of spending,
    The ambition out of achievement, or,
    God out of government and school.

And we certainly are NOT the ones

who eliminated

patience and tolerance

from personal relationships and interactions with others!! 

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I'm the life of the party......    even if it lasts until 8 p.m.
I'm very good at opening childproof caps...   with a hammer.
I'm usually interested in going home before I get to where I am going.
I'm awake many hours before my body allows me to get up.
I'm smiling all the time because I can't hear a thing you're saying.
I'm very good at telling stories; over and over and over and over...
I'm aware that other people's grandchildren are not nearly as cute as mine.
I'm so cared for --- long term care, eye care, private care, dental care.

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I'm not really grouchy,

I just don't like:





loud music,

unruly kids,

barking dogs,

and a few other things

I can't seem to remember right now.

I'm sure everything I can't find is in a safe secure place,  somewhere.
I'm wrinkled, saggy, lumpy, and that's just my left leg.
I'm beginning to realize that aging is not for wimps.
I'm sure they are making adults much younger these days,

and when did they let kids become policemen?
I'm wondering,

if you're only as old as you feel,

how could I be alive at 150?
And, how can my kids be older than I feel sometimes?

I'm a walking storeroom of facts..... 

I've just lost the key to the storeroom door.

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Now if I could only remember

who sent this to me,

I wouldn't send it back to them, 

but I would send it to many more!

Have an Awesome Day

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