…when you hide your good jewelry in a tampon box… 
You guys are killing me! This is the most fun I’ve had reading a thread in awhile.
When you still think of 80s bands as “new.”
This is from a while ago but… people you work with had no idea that Paul Simon had anything to do with Simon & Garfinkel and that Paul McCartney had anything to do with the Beatles.
When a good night’s sleep meant you didn’t have to get up to pee that night.
First thing I do when I wake up is to stretch my lower back even before I roll out of bed.
When regularity is just as welcomed as regular relations.
I realized that twenty years ago this month I went to my mother and stepfather’s shared retirement party, and my mother was the age I am now.
…when the players at the Legends of Baseball game day and the old timers honored at the Superbowl were the top players when you were in high school.
Many of the Presidential candidates are younger than you!
^ Love that, and so true. Tom Lehrer’s said “when Mozart was my age, he’s been dead for 2 years”.
I love being older amd not worrying so much about the little things. When you’re twelve you dream of doing great things. When you’re 50 you regret not doing great things. When you’re 65 you look at your kids, amd you realize you did do great things.
@hayden:
I like that, being in my 50’s, I am not looking to do great things, do have those regrets, nice to know i have something to look forward to:).
My dad used to say the blessing of getting older is that half the anger you held onto over the years starts looking silly in perspective, and you can’t remember the other half!
When you say to your kid, “I was your age when you were born.”
When you wake up in the morning and your body sounds like a box of rice krispies; snapping, crackling & popping all over the place
…when the AARP envelope shows up in your mailbox.
When the priest accidentally gives you the last rites.
(Yes, this really happened to me last week!)
Whoa, Atomom!!
My not-yet 30 yr old son got an invitation to join AARP!
The priest apologized after he realized I wasn’t one of the sick. (I don’t know which was worse–being mistaken for a critically ill person, or hearing a priest say “I’m sorry I blessed you. . .” )
LOL!
I am not Catholic, but I’d hope there was a difference between getting blessed vs being given last rites!!
There is a hospital here that is a religious affiliated facility, and has an excellent cardiac service, and the rooms have crosses on the walls. A friend’s DH had symptoms of a MI and ended up with a quadruple bypass. He is Jewish. When he was awakening from surgery, he got very agitated, because he saw the large cross on the wall, thought he had died and been sent to the wrong place!
When you ENJOY reading the AARP articles.