‘Do You Feel Old Yet?’

“Do you feel old yet” asked one of my Sequoyah County Fun Filosophers this week.

Well, after reading the following, Yes I Do! What a difference 50 years can make!

Hope my faithful one or two readers (most likely my children) don’t feel old yet after reading the following.

-1966: Long hair   

-2016: Longing for hair

-1966: Acid rock   

-2016: Acid reflux

-1966: Moving to California because it's cool

-2016: Moving to Arizona because it's warm

-1966: Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor

-2016: Trying NOT to look like Marlon Brando or Liz Taylor

-1966: Seeds and stems

-2016: Roughage 

-1966: Hoping for a BMW

-2016: Hoping for a BM

-1966: Going to a new, hip joint

-2016: Receiving a new hip joint

-1966: Rolling Stones

-2016: Kidney Stones

-1966: Screw the system

-2016: Upgrade the system

-1966: Disco

-2016: Costco

-1966: Parents begging you to get your hair cut.

-2016: Children begging you to get their heads shaved.

-1966: Passing the drivers' test

-2016: Passing the vision test

-1966: Whatever

-2016: Depends

  

Just in case you weren't feeling old enough today, the following will certainly change things.

Each year the staff at Beloit College in Wisconsin puts together a list to try to give the faculty a sense of the mindset of this year's incoming freshmen.

Here's this year's list:

-The people who are starting college this fall across the nation were born in 1998. They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.

-They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.

-They never heard: "Where's the Beef?" or "I'd walk a mile for a Camel.”

-They do not care who shot J. R. and have no idea who J. R. even is.

-McDonald's never came in foam containers.

-Their lifetime has always included AIDS. 

 -Bottle caps have always been screw off and plastic.

-The CD was introduced seven years before they were born.

-They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.

-They can't imagine what hard contact lenses are.

-Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

-“Happy Days’ was cancelled before they were born.

-They have never encountered a TV with a dial or a rotary telephone.

Feeling old yet?

Yep.

Funny Filosopher Shares Her Text Codes

My Funny Filosophers are at it again.

Sharing her thoughts with me this time is a friend of about the same age. (NO, she’s older than me – HA!) What is amazing to me is she and I both like computers, unlike some others of our ages. Oh, we don’t like running them. Computers are kind of like cars. I just want it to do its thing, what it is supposed to do. If it doesn’t, I want a good computer mechanic. Thank goodness I’ve got one.

My (older, ha-ha) friend even knows more about computers than I do, which I respect. She is really into emails and texting, so she must know the abbreviation codes. I don’t even know all the codes. LOL, or laughing out loud, is about the extent of my abbreviated code use.

But friend needs her codes, and this week shared the codes for us older computer users. (She’s older – Ha!)

Young people have theirs.

Now Seniors have their own texting codes:

* ATD - At the Doctor's

* BFF - Best Friends Funeral

* BTW - Bring the Wheelchair

* BYOT - Bring Your Own Teeth

* CBM - Covered by Medicare

* CUATSC - See You at the Senior Center

* DWI - Driving While Incontinent

* FWIW - Forgot Where I Was

* GGPBL - Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low

* GHA - Got Heartburn Again

* HGBM - Had Good Bowel Movement

* LMDO - Laughing My Dentures Out

* LOL - Living on Lipitor

* OMSG - Oh My! Sorry, Gas

* TOT - Texting on Toilet

* WAITT - Who Am I Talking To?

*GTG: Gotta Groan

*TGIF: Thank Goodness It's Four (Four O’clock - Early Bird Special)

*FWB: Friend With Betablockers

*FYI: For Your Indigestion

*TTYL: Talk To You Louder

*MILF: Meal I'd Like To Forget

*MGAD: My Grandson's A Doctor

*SUS: Speak Up, Sonny

*WIWYA: When I Was Your Age

*GOML: Get Off My Lawn

Hope these help. GGLKI (Gotta Go, Laxative Kicking in!)

Thank you (older) friend and computer whiz. If I could remember all these abbreviated codes, I would be more than happy to use them. 

Unfortunately, guess I’ll have to stick with just one – LOL. And you definitely made me LOL. (And that means Laughing Out Loud NOT Little Old Lady!)

Springified...and Loving It!

I’ve been Springified.

That’s my new word for that old notion of Spring Fever. Spring Fever sounds like a disease. I contend that longing for spring is NOT a disease. It is a condition of the human soul that doesn’t like winter. Oh I can take winter. I can take about a week of winter during the week of Christmas. I don’t even mind a White Christmas if my family has managed to arrive all in one piece for the family get-together.

After that, let’s go Spring.

My state of being Springified is assisted greatly by the State of Oklahoma. Oklahoma weather did its best for me last weekend, when the temps hit 70. Yes, I spent nearly the whole weekend out in the yard, and in the dirt. I love dirt. Dirt makes things grow.

So I planted some bulbs. Was supposed to plant those bulbs last fall, but they arrived by mail at Christmas time, and, as you may have already guessed, I was otherwise occupied at Christmas due to four grandkids and 10 great-grands. Oh joy.

So I planted the bulbs last weekend and am hoping for the best. But then I ran out of dirt. I’ve often wondered how a small-patch-owner (me) can run out of dirt on 10 acres. Well, my bulbs deserve good dirt, name-brand dirt, expensive dirt, so I constantly try to improve my flower bed with better dirt. It works, sort of. It would help if my thumb were greener, but I won’t let a little black thumb deter me from my gardening hobby.

So it’s back to the garden center this weekend for more dirt. I only hope my bulbs don’t mind arriving in that good dirt just a little bit late.

Oh how the garden center calls me. And all that beautiful stuff in the garden centers. Plants, and seeds, and tools, and, of course, dirt. I know! I know! It’s too early to plant anything. I force myself to bypass all those beautiful plants, many of which have already sprouted. I know that, if I set plants outside now, that last frost, which is certain, will kill any plants I can’t resist, dead.

But oh how I want to add to the strawberry bed, and put the leaf lettuce and radish seeds in the ground now. OK. I confess. Yes, I bought lettuce and radish seeds. But they are still in their packages. I have contained myself, barely.

In the meantime, I plan. That’s what gardeners do in the winter. They plan. A new flower bed is already ready, and this weekend my container garden will get revisited. (With a few hours off for the Super Bowl of course.) Getting ready for the garden is nearly as good as planting the garden. And my darling seeds will remain in their paper packages until at least March 1, or maybe sooner if I can’t contain myself.

And best of all, while I prepare the beds and the containers for spring, I will be out in the backyard, soaking up some Oklahoma sunshine, even though it’s a bit crisp yet. Because that sunshine is getting me Springified!