Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Just Can't Remember My Rant for the Day

I had a thing I wanted to write about today.  I thought of it while I was on my daily walk. Honest. It was good too.

Wished I could remember what it was. Now, some of you might say, why don't you take a notebook with you? Cause then I have to stop and there goes my target heart rate. It takes awhile to get that up and running.

Might have been something about the national debt ceiling needing to be risen cause other wise my friends won't be getting their social security checks. Without them, spending is going to really sink.

Well, if I think of it, I'll be sure and sign on to post it.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Ask an Elder

I'm reading this free magazine, free because I picked it up at a thrift store in town. I'd never seen it before. Success is very well written by men and women who've made it. A lot of them give speeches, making tons of money.

One guy wrote about making a fortune and loosing it by the time he was 30. Then instead of asking advice from other rich kids, he said he'd ask an older guy for advice, someone who had not only made their fortune, but had hung on to it as well.

Most of the sage advice in the magazine is tried and true. Stuff our grandparents grew up with. Live within your means. You don't have to keep up with the Jones. You can drive that beater.

None of this seems embarrassing to me. I know kids have a harder time with their image. Guess I'm old enough to have my image established.

My image on the outside says "Matching. Put together". Those that really know me say I'm frugal.
If I can't be eccentric at this age, when do I get to be?

Monday, July 11, 2011

Invisable or Hilarious

It finally dawned on me that its just time to quit trying to be cool.

The world is full of young people that just don't get us.

 And really, some of us baby boomers are just not moving on, not moving forward.

One of the strangest sights is an old man on a big tricked out bike wearing leather with a long white pony tail and bald head. The guy has a ring in his ear lobe, a massive tattoo on the arm.
Is that cool?
or the old woman with a short skirt, hot legs and a big beer tummy with enough make up to disguise the wrinkles sagging into new wrinkles. But Please.

we dress like Old People and we turn invisible. We don't get waited on, helped at the hardware store, noticed at the restaurant. We get no respect

I just want to be me, regardless of what kids are thinking. And I realize, be prepared to be hilarious or invisible. I may not feel my age but it shows.