Friday, September 25, 2015


My cake 
I'll be 81 this Sunday!!

Help to blow out the candles!!

In case you still haven't decided on what gift to buy me, you can check the list here.

I don't know what's happening this year, 
but last year I had a parade:

And a cake:

The year before that I got several standing ovations.
I can't find the pictures but as I remember they were a lot like this:

Instead of writing a post today, I'm going to use parts of last year's birthday post, including cartoons.  I figure I can get away with it 'cause I'm old!!  Here goes:

Manzanita (Wanna Buy a Duck) wrote this for her 84th birthday.  I stole it!!

Crash the cymbals

Beat the drums
I'm still breathing

The Geography of Women 

Between 18 and 22 a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful.

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe, well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.

Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain. Very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.

Between 36 and 40 a woman is like Greece, gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50 a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.

Between 51 and 60 a woman is like Israel, has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice, and takes care of business.

Between 61 and 70 a woman is like Canada, self-preserving but open to meeting new people.

After 70, she becomes Tibet. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages. An adventurous spirit with a thirst for spiritual knowledge.

The Geography of a Man

Between 1 and 80 a man is like North Korea and Zimbabwe, ruled by a pair of nuts.
You Know You're Old When:

In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.

You and your teeth don't sleep together.

People call at 9 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you?"

You begin every other sentence with, "Nowadays..." 

The clothes you've put away until they come back in style... come back in style.

Things you buy now won't wear out.

There's nothing left to learn the hard way.

Getting a little action means you don't need to take a laxative.

Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot. 

Happy hour is a nap. 

You realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.

You are 17 around the neck, 42 around the waist, 94 around the golf course.

You're told to act your age, & you die.

Want to know what song was #1 on the day you were born?
Click here.

(Stolen borrowed from 

It's too late for me to become a prostitute--I'm past my sell-by date----fishducky