**Important Facts To Remember As We Grow Older**

Death is the number 1 killer in the world.

Life is sexually transmitted.

Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

Men have two motivations:- hunger and hanky panky , If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich.

Teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.

In the 60s, people took acid to make the world weird.

Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal.

 

You should post this in the Joke section. FUNNY AND TRUE.

 

 

Is it Egor or Igor ?

 

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No one prepares you for the silence that children leave behind when they grow up...
Not the silence of an empty house,
but the silence that creeps into your heart...
when they no longer ask you what to do,
when they no longer seek your advice,
when they begin to live... without you.
And you smile, of course.
Because that's what you wanted: to see them fly.
But inside... something breaks.
Because being a mother of adult children is something else.
It's biting back your words when you see they're wrong.
It's swallowing the urge to call when they don't answer.
It's learning to love without invading.
It's looking from afar, with your hands still
and your heart trembling.
Sometimes they tell you things... but often they don't.
And you pretend it doesn't hurt.
But it does hurt.
It hurts not to be part of everything like before.
It hurts to see that they no longer need you... at least not like before.
And yet, there you are.
Putting out their favorite food when they come over.
Arranging their childhood photos.
Praying for them every night, as if that were enough to protect them from the world.
Because deep down, a mother never stops caring.
She only learns to do it from the shadows.
From a corner.
From a prayer.
And that's a form of love that no one sees...
but that sustains everything.
Moral:
Being the mother of an adult child means accepting that you are no longer the center of their life... but continuing to love them as if you were. Because there are loves that don't fade; they only learn to wait in silence.

Mayrasak

 

Franc,

On a related note, there really is NO greater joy than knowing your kids are doing well. I will be moving to within a mile of my sons in a few years, I am currently 900 miles from them.
But they are doing SO well, and I find great comfort in that. My boys are in their 40s, and I still treasure times when I pickup a call and hear, "Hey Dad....."

 

I have one son. He is 55 years old. He and his family live in my basement.

His mother is happy about it. Me, not so much.

Sometimes it just doesn't work out.

 

And then there is (according to our local church flock who also are receiving the wrath of entitled children), the never ending duty tasked to grandparents that have to be available for babysitting or childcare at the whim of the grandkids' parents. Being ex-military, in way too many contacts with friends country-wide (and again locally within our church member grandparents) so widespread in the taskings of the parents (our children) so as to be a burden brought about as a sense of entitlement. Way too many ask of themselves, where they went wrong and why the grandparents cannot live a life themselves and just have a visit maybe three times a year vs every week or so and sometimes weeks at a time, on a moments notice. We grandparents ask where we went wrong, or is it just a society-wide change. Gone are the days of looking forward to spoiling the grandkids and giving them back to mom and dad, now it seems society expects us to raise the grandkids in place of the biological parents (believe it or not way too many are burdened like this and just have a feeling of nowhere to go except to say 'NO', and then the result of being locked out of the grandkids lives by entitled children)...


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Drove the Crossfire to the range yesterday. Crossfire and AK 74 go good together. The range is a good 45 minute ride, so it was a fun drive and range time. Shooting steel plates at 100 yards, knocked the plate off. Keep on rolling.

 

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Now that is funny!
Jim

 

Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a certified Mercedes mechanic!

 

Fifty nine years ago today, on September 8, 1966. NBC airs a new science fiction TV show called Star Trek.
The network wanted to call it "Wagon Train to the Stars". Back then westerns were the most watched TV shows. However, the show's creator, Gene Roddenberry fought to keep the name. With help of Lucille Ball (Desilu Studios) the show was able to keep it's name. A legend was born.



The production crew with the original filming model of the Enterprise.

Preparing for filming.

 

Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not a certified Crossfire mechanic!


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[QUOTE=GraphiteGhost;1000441] And then there is (according to our local church flock who also are receiving the wrath of entitled children), the never ending duty tasked to grandparents that have to be available for babysitting or childcare at the whim of the grandkids' parents. Being ex-military, in way too many contacts with friends country-wide (and again locally within our church member grandparents) so widespread in the taskings of the parents (our children) so as to be a burden brought about as a sense of entitlement. Way too many ask of themselves, where they went wrong and why the grandparents cannot live a life themselves and just have a visit maybe three times a year vs every week or so and sometimes weeks at a time, on a moments notice. We grandparents ask where we went wrong, or is it just a society-wide change. Gone are the days of looking forward to spoiling the grandkids and giving them back to mom and dad, now it seems society expects us to raise the grandkids in place of the biological parents (believe it or not way too many are burdened like this and just have a feeling of nowhere to go except to say 'NO', and then the result of being locked out of the grandkids lives by entitled children)...



It seems to be prevalent in the generations after the Baby Boomers.

I supported myself since the age of 16.
My one son, not so much.

My grandchildren have either lived with me or lived in a place for which I paid. My son's marriage failed early on and since, he just drifts along. Once we retired, we could no longer afford his luxury so he and his latest squeeze live in my basement. His youngest, from another union, is 8 and also lives with us.

Meanwhile, Cathy and I have been together, successfully and happy, for over 58 years. We, with our loyaty and values, represent a good example to follow.

Yes, I ask myself every day, where did we go wrong?

 

Having AI draw you a painting and calling it art is like ordering out for a pizza and claiming to be a chef.

 

Drove the Crossfire to the range yesterday. Crossfire and AK 74 go good together. The range is a good 45 minute ride, so it was a fun drive and range time. Shooting steel plates at 100 yards, knocked the plate off. Keep on rolling.

I enjoy shooting 10 meter pistol - airgun, that is. The range available for me is a good forty minute drive, but it's a nice jaunt.