At 70 I fully intend to be an old curmudgeon telling any young whippersnapper in sight my opinion on everything and then complaining about how "when I was your age I had to work 27 hours a day down the coal mine"
At 70 I fully intend to be an old curmudgeon telling any young whippersnapper in sight my opinion on everything and then complaining about how "when I was your age I had to work 27 hours a day down the coal mine"
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
I don't want to see 70. I am not even depressed anymore and I don't want to be 70.
I don't want to wear Depends (has anyone seen the "Oops, I crapped my pants skit on SNL?).
I don't want to fart with every step I take.
I don't want to be wear SAS shoes.
What's so great about old age? I'm not even 30 yet and my knees kind of hurt on a regular basis. I don't want to be able to NOT get out of the bathtub.
People didn't used to live as long as we do now and maybe that's a good thing.
Cigarettes are a good way to avoid old age. If only they didn't smell so bad...
Last edited by Shalot; 10-05-2006 at 10:21 PM.
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i think being 70 will be kinda fun. the thing is is you are 70 and every one knows it, SO YOU CAN fart with every step and poop your pants. It's like the old man in waiting who said he he likes to give little kids the finger and noone cares because he's old. or a comedy skit where an old man is pulled over for speeding and his excuse is that he's dyeing and he can't waste time putzing around 70 will suck health wise but it's like being a teenager again. your kinda outside social rules if you wanna find an up side intend to be a crazy old person with super long grey hair and tll little kids i'm a witch and i do magic and tell them crazy stories and stuff and i don't knwo have grandchildren and read all the time. and eat the food i like and be happy mentally where i'm not physicallyour lives are more than oour bodies.
Last edited by alhara; 01-06-2007 at 07:38 AM.
deus ex machina
hopefully i will still be with a decent wit and energy when i am 70, i intend to try to live to at least 100 mind youIf i am, i would hope to be comfortably retired, having accomplished establishing a family including grandchildren to teach and play with and making some sort of positive difference in the world. I hope i would have developed enough financial security to be able to travel comfortably and appreciate good books and good food(hopefully i would have continued my super health nut diet by then too) and still have an appreciation for long urban walks. Perhaps in reality ALL aspects of this predicted lifestyle at once are unlikely but i like to think i would be enjoying some and remain somewhat optimistic and appreciative of the world too.
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
i've always thought that i will not live that long! err...im 23 now so ...dont know![]()
hm...i never imagined myself being 70 yearls old. i think any 70year old remains the same as he used to be 20 or 30 years before. its just that times change and that old person just cant keep up with that. so hopefully, i'll be in my sound mind and good humour............
Destiny isn't a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.
Нужна всего одна минута, что бы заметить особенного человека, всего один час что бы его понять,всего один день что бы полюбить...... И целая жизнь что бы забыть.....
I think I will sing at the top of my lungs while I twirl around dancing with absolutely no one. I will have the most fabulous conversations with the birds, or cats, or dogs . . . whoever has the most to . . . 'say'And then at night, whether crawling into a comfy bed with a gazillion pillows or a fridge box behind the furniture place down the street, I will cry myself to sleep asking God why I wasted every moment of my life. Maybe . . .
I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
dramas
You wrote of your hopes . . . I'm not pessimistic, merely without hope when it comes to myself. Someone once said to me, 'if you can see it, then you can live it'. Well, I can't see myself happily married, with a brood of kids who have their own kids, and a pretty little house with a white picket fence, and a book I had published like I always wanted sitting on a dusty shelf, and a nice chunk of change sitting in my bank account, and the satisfaction in knowing I helped change the world in whatever small way my career may have allowed. I can't see it, I don't have hope for it, so I wrote what I could see. And who I am now is telling me that it would then be a life wasted, thus the sad ending to my vision. If I ever have a happy fairytale vision, I promise to share it as well . . . 'til then . . .
I look forward to yelling at the neighbourhood children to get out of my yard while brandishing my cane in a vaguely menacing fashion.
When I get really old I won't be able to travel anymore.![]()
I shall be curmudgeonly(so far, it looks promising ... I am already showing the early signs!!).
I shall no longer care about keeping myself skinny, I shall have my chocolate cake and eat it too!
Last edited by bouquin; 01-25-2008 at 08:55 AM.
When I'm 70, I want to wear a bib apron and wear my hair up in a bun with plastic combs and pins and cook all kinds of cakes and cookies for my great-grandchildren so they can eat them and run wild when they get home. I want everyone to want to come to see Granny, not do it out of obligation. I want all the new babies to be brought to me so I can hold and kiss on them and rock them, kinda like I do now, just more of them. I want a full, ample, saggy bosom for the babies to cuddle up to when I'm rocking them. I will not be hateful or selfish and say mean things to anyone. I want my house to be full of family every time I turn around and smell like my Grandma's house did. But on the other hand.....
I want to dress well and keep my hair done and wear makeup. I don't want to become inactive but go out dancing every chance I get. I want to drive a cool car so the great-grandkids keep wanting to borrow it. I'll want my music loud and rockin. And I'll smell like Journey or Channel. I'll drink when I want and have parties when I want. The kids will worry that I'm playing too hard for my age. I want to work at least part time so I can afford to loan the great grandkids money for dates and stuff their parents won't let them have. I want to be a bad influence on them all.
I'll probably end up in some home with a window facing the street so my kids can drive by and wave every Sunday.![]()
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When I'm old, I want to be like my grannie, always a ham and ready to laugh or make a joke. I also want to have her energy. She didn't stop tap dancing till she was 82, and only because her balance was starting to go.
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Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena þreatum,/ monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,/ egsode eorlas, syððan ærest wearð/ feasceaft funden; he þæs frofre gebad,/ weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,/ oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra/ofer hronrade hyran scolde,/gomban gyldan. Þæt wæs god cyning!