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Generation Un-gap I like older people. Scratch that--I LOVE older people, especially when they're fun and not the stick-in-the-mud sorts, and I get to learn new things from them everyday. Consider this online writers' group I'm part of, where I'm the only one who just recently clambered up into her 40s, and the rest--bar a couple--are late 50something upwards. This is the group, folks, that taught me about merkins, and was discussing 70s olive oil parties that had nothing to do with cooking and food but more of the raunchy sort (must ask about that in more detail soon). These un-fuddy duddies further broadened my horizons recently talking about how turkey basters can get you pregnant (apparently some lesbian couples get a willing male friend to donate reproductive material into a cup, whereupon the turkey baster is then used to suction it all up and introduce it to the vessel of choice, if you know what I mean). They're wittier, rowdier, smarter, sharper and funnier than any bunch I've ever come across anywhere. Present discussion in the group now involves the credit crunch (yes, Poo, HMQ's piccy in McD's duds came from them), the imploding American economy, and Crikey the Bastard, first Australian potentate who died after a poisonous fanged creature (his second wife) bit him. They show me that growing old doesn't have to be boring, that being outrageous in your 60s can be the most wonderful gift you can give yourself, and that we younger folks really have a lot to learn from them. I feel awed and honored to be counted as part of their group. Consider further, 66 year old SeekingGigi, whom some of you remember, who just fried my brain a few hours ago. We had fun with a word game we came up with where we tried to one-up each other by coming up with, say, 3 syllable words starting with S, 3 syllable words starting with V, words that had "tl" put together (gauntlet, gristle) and to finally trump us both, 4 syllable words starting with B (brobdingnagian, anyone?). We go for round two and the jugular again tomorrow, after he left me virtually unable to respond to some of the things he came up with, but which I loved because I learned something new again. You know, I've decided I'm gonna sky-dive when I turn 60, when the are already grown and I don't have to worry if I end up splat on the earth below, just you wait. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho instead of Oh God in the throes of passion. |
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You can prepare yourself for the experience by climbing the headboard and "splatting" yourself on the bed ... ... just don't let the kids catch you doing it. 
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I've been skydiving. It's fun. Be sure and arch your hips and get a good spin, and no matter what you fear, DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES. Cheers! 
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I don't suppose they have a ducted-fan chamber in the area where you step in and then float in the air stream when they turn on the fan? I hear those are a real "blast" too. 
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10/1/2008 9:34 am |
Well, I hope to be here on FF (Senior FF? Oldtimer FF? Ancient FF?) when you decide to do that skydiving thing. Who knows, maybe my vertigo would be gone by then (not likely) and I can join you!! They say that doing all that wordplay stuff keeps your mind fresh and keeps you from getting alzheimers... They say that doing all that wordplay stuff keeps...wait-sorry. I've already been down that route. I think. As far as the turkey baster comment. One word: EWWWWW. Hopefully it gets thrown out before Thanksgiving rolls around again or that turkey's gonna have a funny flavor, I'm guessing...  Take What You Want. Leave What You Don't. 
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10/1/2008 9:37 am |
I've been skydiving. It's fun. Be sure and arch your hips and get a good spin, and no matter what you fear, DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES. It happens. Trust me. Take What You Want. Leave What You Don't.
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10/1/2008 10:09 am |
To me, you are older people, Twiglet.
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You can prepare yourself for the experience by climbing the headboard and "splatting" yourself on the bed ... ... just don't let the kids catch you doing it. THEN what will I tell the kids? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I've been skydiving. It's fun. Be sure and arch your hips and get a good spin, and no matter what you fear, DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES. Now you make me want to do it, and sooner rather than later. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I don't suppose they have a ducted-fan chamber in the area where you step in and then float in the air stream when they turn on the fan? I hear those are a real "blast" too. Maybe I can use the schnoz to hang glide? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Well, I hope to be here on FF (Senior FF? Oldtimer FF? Ancient FF?) when you decide to do that skydiving thing. Who knows, maybe my vertigo would be gone by then (not likely) and I can join you!! They say that doing all that wordplay stuff keeps your mind fresh and keeps you from getting alzheimers... They say that doing all that wordplay stuff keeps...wait-sorry. I've already been down that route. I think. As far as the turkey baster comment. One word: EWWWWW. Hopefully it gets thrown out before Thanksgiving rolls around again or that turkey's gonna have a funny flavor, I'm guessing... Alzheimer's--3 syllables, starts with A. Thank YOU! And you know me, I learn something new, I just have to share with everybody. So when Thanksgiving finally gets there, think of me when you see the turkey baster.  I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Awwww...yes, the young whippersnapper's already been there, done that! Do it now while you can...before all of your joints start hurtin' and you can't even get out of a chair without saying "uuuunnngggg". It happens. Trust me. Though I think I let out a "yeeeeeeee" when my feet touched the cold floor today. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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I'm not a word game aficionado, myself. But I'll be rooting for you in your ongoing tournament. ~ B. (I want a rhyming cheer when you root for me, too) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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To me, you are older people, Twiglet. Heard you outbid people on that Interactive Fleshlight on ebeegumbay last night, by the way. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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10/1/2008 11:38 am |
I am a 43 year old, stuck in a hundred and 99 year olds body But, but, but I have wisdom of the sages / ages A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
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10/1/2008 11:49 am |
It's great getting older and the children have flown the nest....i have done things lately, that i would never have done at a younger age....your skydive sounds a great idea, but i really don't want to be splatted...not just yet anyway... ...Never Give Up Hope...Your Dreams Are Out There....
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10/1/2008 12:36 pm |
OMG! You've actually got me looking forward to my impending 50's!!!...in eager anticipation...LOL!!! Please give my best to George...I really miss him here. His stories were just so very unusual.
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Considering the size of my schnoz, I think I'd leave a sizable crater on the mattress if I do that. THEN what will I tell the kids? Oh, wait ... ummm ... maybe not that.
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10/1/2008 3:02 pm |
I bought some heelys recently onteh basis that "why should the kids have all the fun. But am too scared to use them without a crash helmet
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10/1/2008 3:43 pm |
I've already did the "traveling towards the ground at a "High rate of speed". I figure by the time I turn 70, I'll be finished with all the nonsense. Then I'll do the most dangerous thing imagined. Start looking for a comfortable rocking chair for my 80th. . ...to much drama and I'm gone
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I am a 43 year old, stuck in a hundred and 99 year olds body But, but, but I have wisdom of the sages / ages I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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It's great getting older and the children have flown the nest....i have done things lately, that i would never have done at a younger age....your skydive sounds a great idea, but i really don't want to be splatted...not just yet anyway... ...Ain't them never-done-them-when-I-was-younger sort of things fun?? I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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...and increasingly losing your shirt in gow's Blog Riot, too. I've got you doffing your skivvies there already, out of full support to Rach. Older can be sexier--lookit Rach. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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OMG! You've actually got me looking forward to my impending 50's!!!...in eager anticipation...LOL!!! Please give my best to George...I really miss him here. His stories were just so very unusual. Isn't growing older a liberation of sorts? As I just said to another friend, I find that the older I get, the more my opinion of others matter than others' opinions of me do. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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Tell 'em "Doggy isn't just for Christmas." Oh, wait ... ummm ... maybe not that. I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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You're very welcome, Mariya!  (Love your very educational blogs!) I'm dyslexic. I scream Ho Dog instead of Oh God in the throes of passion.
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