tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post7255759290402563691..comments2023-05-22T04:39:39.249-08:00Comments on Alaskim | Surviving Wildlife, Wildflowers & Wild-Haired Children: You Might Be an Old Person If . . .Alaskimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02275423829064659939noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-11969034298183596852010-01-18T12:41:17.827-09:002010-01-18T12:41:17.827-09:00Hi Kim, I was writing a very late Christmas card ...Hi Kim, I was writing a very late Christmas card to you this morning and was about to start in on a "health report" . . . then I remembered this entry in your blog and changed my mind. <br /><br />I am old, but there are more interesting things to think and write about.barbaramaarithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06921846229175061000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-86444347578279655862010-01-12T07:48:00.849-09:002010-01-12T07:48:00.849-09:00Is it inevitable? Is there some way to avoid makin...Is it inevitable? Is there some way to avoid making my aching knees and lower back pain the most interesting thing going on in my life?<br /><br />It's true, though. Old people love it when someone will listen to them. Even if your mind is wandering, they don't care as long as you're sitting there and letting them talk. I think it's why I was always my grandmother's favorite.Karen M. Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972093977468313631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-69834796224293754042010-01-12T05:20:45.866-09:002010-01-12T05:20:45.866-09:00I take naps. I'm starting to get grumpy if I m...I take naps. I'm starting to get grumpy if I miss one. Sigh.Mother Mayhemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07028082013082596803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-21596224547881040362010-01-11T17:59:15.559-09:002010-01-11T17:59:15.559-09:00I knew I was getting old when I listened to the ra...I knew I was getting old when I listened to the radio and was appalled by some of the lyrics. What the heck happened to me? Oh, and I have to wear orthotics in my shoes to alleviate foot and back pain. Yep. I'm old.Quadmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12811147214370454309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-77125642852432427682010-01-11T16:13:35.005-09:002010-01-11T16:13:35.005-09:00Dinner last night: Flexeril, water.
LMAO, you ar...Dinner last night: Flexeril, water.<br /><br />LMAO, you are too funny, even doped up and in excruciating pain. Feel better soon.<br /><br />PS - this is a contest to see how many comments I can leave on a single post. I think I won. You forgot to mention in your post about memory loss in old people!Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232959780252957706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-3508199323330525142010-01-11T16:11:02.207-09:002010-01-11T16:11:02.207-09:00PS - I should have said before, I'm so sorry ...PS - I should have said before, I'm <b><i> so sorry </i></b> about your thrown back. There's nothing else like it. My husband lives in fear of the next time his back goes <b><i>*sproing*</i></b>. You just don't appreciate your strong back until you don't have one anymore.Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232959780252957706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-59485574235324458472010-01-11T16:08:02.771-09:002010-01-11T16:08:02.771-09:00I hope your husband's grandparents don't r...I hope your husband's grandparents don't read your blog!<br /><br />BTW, I can't sit cross-legged on the floor anymore to fold laundry. My legs go numb. And my neck goes snap-crackle-pop every time I turn my head. I'm gonna be so much fun to be around when I get older!Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05232959780252957706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-62903397233573586862010-01-11T12:16:36.066-09:002010-01-11T12:16:36.066-09:00I can always tell when it's going to rain beca...I can always tell when it's going to rain because my knees start to hurt.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12240265014246492961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-56245707049164433442010-01-11T12:13:49.030-09:002010-01-11T12:13:49.030-09:00Oh, yeah! I used to know my friends' favorite...Oh, yeah! I used to know my friends' favorite cocktails and musical preferences. Now I know their medical histories. We're a fun crowd, let me tell you!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18446490803268209701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8793430820440200483.post-48733322921522274702010-01-11T10:50:25.938-09:002010-01-11T10:50:25.938-09:00I first realized I was turning into my mother (and...I first realized I was turning into my mother (and "getting old") when I realized I hadn't seen the end, or middle, of a movie in over 2 months. <br /><br />I thought it would take a lot longer to get "old."Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03111672135619695024noreply@blogger.com