Who you were then, is who you are now.

Bravery.....interesting.....

I didn't get brave until I stopped caring about what other people thought of me ~ to an extent. I still care, but not to the point that it's going to stop me from being the person I want to be or from doing something that is important to me.

Ahhh.... You don't get old accidently, you have to work at it everyday.

I may be getting older, but I work at being young every single day!

Speaking of young and beautiful...is that you in the avatar?

Yep, that's me.

And of course, my beautiful kittycat, Lacey.

So-o-o.... You seeing anybody?... :wink: No,no...I was only serious! I mean KIDDING................(sorta' ) see you got me babblin'. I know I'm going to eat now.

lol.....not seeing anyone, Booman! Go! Enjoy your supper!

And thank you ~ for making me smile again.....

Okay, sign me up for the club. You know, the Don't-Give-A-Flip-What-They-Think-Anymore Club. Funny thing, maturity can be. At the age of 26, I felt like a hardened veteran. At the age of 48, I feel 26. Funniest thing is, the less I care about other's opinions of me, the more friends I make. (scratching head over that one...)

There is nothing as refreshing as hanging out with people who prefer to be
"themselves" ... whenever we try to impress, we are showing our true sense of insecurity and self-worth.

We are much more likable and lovable, as ourselves. We are unique, never before and never again, will there be another "you" ... rejoice in your own being!

Visitor,
...I see where you're coming from. I'm in that neighborhood but with a slight variation. I like for people to have a good opinion of ME. me of course is the operative word, not who you want me to be. Of course if I have an offensive trait that offends too many people.....Oh alright, I'll make an adjustment.
...And actually, that's not as tricky, and ambiguous as it may sound. Following the Golden Rule, works wonders.

I understand exactly what you mean, Boo.

Um, I think.

Of course I want people to have a good opinion of me. I try to be considerate of others, but if they don't like me, I don't worry about it. And I sure don't let 'em stop me from doing what I want to do.

Back then

Wide eyed innocent child

Now

Innocence robbed

Gorsh, yawl are just kids.

Welcome to "grammar" Letty's group therapy session

I have probably had more illness in my family than many do, but somehow the coffee pot keeps perkin' and the big wheel keeps on turnin'.

Viz, Rae, Misti, John, Boo, Gautam. We have all come to terms with the down side of life, but life does have a way of compensating us, no?

I posted this on A2K sometime back, but I feel that it's worth a rerun:

old age sticks
up Keep
off
signs)&

youth yanks them down(old
age
cries No

Tres)&(pas)
youth laughs
(sing

old age

scolds Forbid
den
Stop
Must
n't Don't

&)youth goes
right on
gr
owing old.

by e.e.cummings.

What a rebel this guy was, and his style does vary, but he knew how to psych out the things that seldom change.

"it's always ourselves we find in the sea"


occasionally i run across one of his poems and get excited and show it to the gf, sho scorns it.

she must be old.

Well, patio. Is your girlfriend's name Maggie or Millie or Molly or May?

Quaint that the last girl on the list signals the end of the month.

Today is the actual Memorial Day and this observation was created when flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers. Somewhere I read that The Civil War was the last war fought between gentlemen.

Gentlemen? Reminds me of George Carlin's bit about a "civil" war...

(there be a dog named Molly, and a great-aunt named Millie... which is the one that saw a monster blowing bubbles sideways or some such?)

Letty,
...Oh yeah, the compensation is there, because:

...."Life is hard..........but it's fair.

e.e. cummings fan here Letty...

Ah, Boo. No wonder Rae has a crush on you.

Fair? Fair, you say? Uhoh. I do believe that I've stayed too long at the fair.

Cav, definitely an e.e.cummings fan. Being from Canada, surely you know Bliss Carmen.

Not all us Canajuns know each other I am familiar with the artist, but CanLit was never my specialty. I shall research...