Sounds good, enjoy traffic. Yeah right.
Bye, YWIW! *mwah*
P.S. - I'm planning my NY trip for August. If anyone, ya know, wants to see me, let me know.
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
Oh my God. Let us all pretend that my last post made sense, okay?
It's okay sweetie. We just figure you haven't learned how to properly drunk-type yet.
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
I'm not drunk, unfortunately. Just illiterate.
By the way, look look look!!!
Updated On: 7/10/09 at 07:11 PM
That looks GREAT honey!
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
Thanks! I posted the wrong picture, though. I meant to say:
Look, look, LOOK!!!
Awwwwwww. I'm so excited for you, you have no idea! I mean, you do, but still!
Good afternoon everyone!
Watching DVD's at my Mom's, since she won't let me leave the house.
Here are some muffins!
Funny this was forwarded to me and I instantly thought I know where I can post this!
subject: This is directed to "old folks", but the rest of you should look because you'll all be there soon.
Senior citizens are constantly being criticized for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary.
I know I take responsibility for all I have done and do not blame others.
HOWEVER, upon reflection, I would like to point out that it was NOT us 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!!
And, I do understand the meaning of patriotism, and remember those who have fought and died for my country.
YES, I'M A SENIOR CITIZEN!
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.
I'm not really grouchy, I just don't like:
traffic, waiting, crowds, lawyers, 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.
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
The Drug Problem in America
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'
I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did
not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood;
and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
~author unknown~
I left J2 to wait for Godot. Call me a philistine but I can't remember when I've been more bored and less impressed by a supposed "theatrical event" than in the last hour and a half.
I was waiting for Godot today!
Did you leave at intermission?
I can't get over how obnoxious the audience was... I have never heard so many candy wrappers, plastic bottle crunches, ice filled glasses... not to mention crabby old women and men asking 'what did they just say'?
Afternoon greetings, everyone!
Evening, adults.
I love the drug problem, Shira.
Thanks Hep. My Mom showed it to me, and I liked it a lot. Very poignant.
Broadway Legend Joined: 12/31/69
No love for Godot? Hm. I'm not a huge fan of ENDGAME, so I was wondering if GODOT would be any good.
Damn, it is hot here today.
Happy Sunday Adults.
Problem audiences are spreading.
I am a subscriber to our local theatre company. A large percentage of the audiences is also subscriber. As such, you would expect a higher standard of behavior at each play, right? Hmm. Not so much these days. The last play I attended was like a trip to the zoo at feeding time: talking through the dialogue, eating very noisy snacks, texting throughout. At least one group brought in fast food. I couldn't see this group, I could just smell it. Ugh. People, this is a theatre, not your living room on a Friday night. My next play, God of Carnage, is in September. I hope the carnage remains on stage and not in the audience.
If I were in such audience, Hep, there would be carnage offstage, for sure.
I did leave, Addy - although J2 stayed. And yes, the audience was rather on the noisy side, wasn't it? What was with all the dropping of water bottles?
How you feeling, Deet?
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
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Meh. Tooth aching a little, waiting for the Motrin to kick in and afraid I'm going to be up all night again.
How 'bout you?
Tired. Had a lazy weekend, and so not in the mood for Monday and work. But gotta pay the bills!
Did J2 enjoy the show since he stayed?
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
He loved Bill Irwin, but like me he was less than impressed with the production overall. But he has a higher tolerance for Beckett than I do, and he's always wanted to see this play live so he decided to stay for the whole thing.
I've never seen a production of WFG that has ever engaged me, and while I'll admit Beckett isn't exactly the first playwright I'll pull off the shelf to read or run to the box office to see, I have been enthralled by some of his plays, most notably HAPPY DAYS and (sorry DGG) ENDGAME.
I do not believe I've ever seen any of his works, or read them.
Time for me to hit the hay. Chat atcha tomorrow!
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
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