If I'uz to act my age, I'd a been dead long ago. Old age hasn't crept up on me... in fact, he flipped me off as he roared past in the opposite direction.
Setanta, let me be the last to wish you a happy birthday and many glorious returns of the day. ( BTW: you're just a sprout. )
I am yet another in the 26-35 bracket and gosh that feels so good but, I must say that Ive not been on the loose nearly enough years
I have been loose for many years. When I was 30, I flaunted my youth. At forty, I became wondering and looking at roads not taken. When I was fifty, I felt suddenly mature and wise and able to offer advice. Now that I am past fifty, I am scrambling for meaning and hope and any sort of guidance.. quick...quick...before my life becomes a set piece and I cannot upgrade.
I remember. Also remember the toxic fumes from aunt's doing aunt's perms.
Anybody remember electric permanent wave machines? My old beauty parlor (hair salon for you younger folks) used to have one on display.
Your hair was attached to rollers which were attached to a machine. I always wondered what would happen if there were a fire!
I remember the Toni, the nightmare of my childhood. The little pink and white curlers with the papers. And the smell !!!
Do women still torture themselves like that today?
Good point and you've answered my question.
Rae- I'm 63, going on 28. I always said that I would go from adolescence to old age, in one fell swoop!
Then I feel good following in your footsteps, Pheonix! I actually have no choice ~ between my desire to remain 'young', my son and his friends leave me no choice! Never thought I would be the coolest 'Mom', but I am.....And I'm darn proud of that!
Now, where have I put my 'Godsmack' cd.....
You ain't even close to 28, Phoenix. We were, apparently, born in the same year and I know I still get ID'd when I try to buy a pack of cigarettes. (Actually happened to me in Chicago back in August, no lie.)
I have the heart of a fuzzy-haired 16-year-old boy.
(I keep it in a jar of formaldehyde on my shelf.)
Phoenix and Rae, I'm right in between the two of you. At 50, I'm happier than I was at 40, and at 40 I was happier than I was at 30. Like a fine wine, we improve with age :wink: , right?
Damn skippy, mckenzie!
I'd never go back. The only thing I'd want to go back for is to experience my son in his early years all over again. He was the cutest baby/toddler. Don't argue ~ Misti will be very irate if you do!
Rae, I've thought every phase was the best, baby, toddler, pre-school .... Now they're 20 and 17, and to see them growing into fine young adults, there's nothing better.
