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        02-24-2013, 09:56 PM
      #7281
    Yearling
    CW, I don't know if driving is offered anywhere in your area, but I do that and love it. I broke my lower back some years ago and thought I'd never be able to sit in the saddle. I trained my mare to pull a cart and we rode many, many miles until she was retired. I think I enjoy it more than riding in many ways, not the least is that a non-riding friend can ride with me. If your area offered that, it would be a fun way to get your horse fix without stressing your joints.
         
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        02-24-2013, 10:40 PM
      #7282
    Weanling
    Stan. I mounted a camera on the back of my trailer. Im not great at mounting things.but I found duck tape worked really well for the most part. The first time I backed up with it I ran it right into my fence and pushed about twenty feet of fence down. But when I got the film developed it sure showed the back of the trailer running right into the the fence.. so it worked well. New driving machines are always fun corgi. And with the high tech they got now its almost scary learning everything they can do. One summer I was complaining about sweating so bad in my truck . Seemed the ac would work. But always felt like my butt was on fire. Strangest thing. Till I gave a ride to a person who said it would be much nicer if I shut the seat heater down to low if not off during the summer.. ride safe every one..
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        02-24-2013, 11:16 PM
      #7283
    Weanling
    Surprise!
    When I was thirty years old I was still being asked for my I.D in a bar. Not long ago we dined at a restaurant and when I was paying the bill I asked the waitress, “What about the senior discount?” She said, “I already gave it to you.” I’ve been trying to forget my birthday for two decades. The problem is nobody else forgets. I once got into an argument with my other wife in my other life over my age. I contended that I was 49 and she said I was 50. It went on for a while until she finally said, “If you don’t believe me look at your driver’s license.” Crap! I hated it when she was right. Now I even get anonymous cyber birthday greetings over the Internet along with advertisements from the Neptune Society and the Scooter Store.

    So anyway, yesterday was my birthday. My wife gave me a beautiful pair of exercise pants, navy blue with a sky blue stripe down the leg and a matching jacket. I have taken to wearing exercise pants because they have a wide elastic band and the pants don’t fall down my non existent ass. How is it that a guy can lose his ass and develop man boobs at the same time and as the hair on your head thins it sprouts out of your nose like a nostril goatee? Anyway the pants were size large. (What was she thinking?) When I put them on they were so baggy I looked like Chucko the Clown.

    Later, I was here in the office. My daughter called and she was playing Hard Day’s Night on the piano over the telephone from the Beatles collection I gave her for Christmas. I heard voices out in the living room but I was enjoying sharing with my daughter and ignored them for awhile. I even forgot it was my birthday until we ended the conversation and Sarah wished me happy birthday. When I emerged from my cave the front room was full of people all wishing me happy birthday. SURPRISE! I wondered why my bride had been vacuuming the house and scrubbing the toilet. I hadn’t paid much attention. I was in the office all day writing a complaint about the Social Security Administration to my senator. Joyce set a beautiful dinner on the table and I have to admit that I enjoyed the friendship and conversation. I didn’t even have to participate in the board games that Joyce loves so much. There were too many people. I wouldn’t mind if she would let me win once.

    I woke up at dawn and put a couple of pieces of wood in the stove. I read a few chapters in the book I’m reading while waiting for the fire to take off. I got drowsy and went back to bed just as Joyce was getting up. I was in one of those shallow slumber stages where I can remember a dream after I wake up. I often have what I call dead end dreams where I’m in a predicament I can't get out of. It’s happened so many times that my subconscious mind now says; Screw it I don’t have to do this. I’m going to wake up.”

    Either that or my dream is a comedy. So I went back to sleep and I am dreaming that Joyce is giving me a watch for my birthday. I have never worn a watch in my life. It’s not safe to wear a watch or ring when a person is shoeing horses. (So, you wonder why the farrier is late?) In the dream she is giving me an elegant gold watch with a beautiful band. It might even have been a Rolex Daytona Sapphire that sells for $101,000. I put it on thinking that Rolex or not it feels terrible on my wrist. And then when I look at the time both the minute and the hour hand have little pink hearts on the ends….and I start laughing and wake up.

    I guess it isn’t so bad having friends and family that care about me wishing me a happy birthday even if the pants are baggy and the watch is gay.



    The worst part is that I somehow posted this in error on a teenybopper forum. Crazy Teen asked, "Do you think you might have posted this on the wrong forum. Ha ha."



    Could it be the beginning of dementia?
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        02-24-2013, 11:55 PM
      #7284
    Trained
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by Ladytrails    
    CW, I don't know if driving is offered anywhere in your area, but I do that and love it. I broke my lower back some years ago and thought I'd never be able to sit in the saddle. I trained my mare to pull a cart and we rode many, many miles until she was retired. I think I enjoy it more than riding in many ways, not the least is that a non-riding friend can ride with me. If your area offered that, it would be a fun way to get your horse fix without stressing your joints.
    Hey that is an idea never thought of that
    Will look into that
    This cowgirl is tough old bird
    Cowgirls don't cry
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        02-24-2013, 11:59 PM
      #7285
    Trained
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by eliduc    
    Surprise!
    When I was thirty years old I was still being asked for my I.D in a bar. Not long ago we dined at a restaurant and when I was paying the bill I asked the waitress, ďWhat about the senior discount?Ē She said, ďI already gave it to you.Ē Iíve been trying to forget my birthday for two decades. The problem is nobody else forgets. I once got into an argument with my other wife in my other life over my age. I contended that I was 49 and she said I was 50. It went on for a while until she finally said, ďIf you donít believe me look at your driverís license.Ē Crap! I hated it when she was right. Now I even get anonymous cyber birthday greetings over the Internet along with advertisements from the Neptune Society and the Scooter Store.

    So anyway, yesterday was my birthday. My wife gave me a beautiful pair of exercise pants, navy blue with a sky blue stripe down the leg and a matching jacket. I have taken to wearing exercise pants because they have a wide elastic band and the pants donít fall down my non existent ass. How is it that a guy can lose his ass and develop man boobs at the same time and as the hair on your head thins it sprouts out of your nose like a nostril goatee? Anyway the pants were size large. (What was she thinking?) When I put them on they were so baggy I looked like Chucko the Clown.

    Later, I was here in the office. My daughter called and she was playing Hard Dayís Night on the piano over the telephone from the Beatles collection I gave her for Christmas. I heard voices out in the living room but I was enjoying sharing with my daughter and ignored them for awhile. I even forgot it was my birthday until we ended the conversation and Sarah wished me happy birthday. When I emerged from my cave the front room was full of people all wishing me happy birthday. SURPRISE! I wondered why my bride had been vacuuming the house and scrubbing the toilet. I hadnít paid much attention. I was in the office all day writing a complaint about the Social Security Administration to my senator. Joyce set a beautiful dinner on the table and I have to admit that I enjoyed the friendship and conversation. I didnít even have to participate in the board games that Joyce loves so much. There were too many people. I wouldnít mind if she would let me win once.

    I woke up at dawn and put a couple of pieces of wood in the stove. I read a few chapters in the book Iím reading while waiting for the fire to take off. I got drowsy and went back to bed just as Joyce was getting up. I was in one of those shallow slumber stages where I can remember a dream after I wake up. I often have what I call dead end dreams where Iím in a predicament I can't get out of. Itís happened so many times that my subconscious mind now says; Screw it I donít have to do this. Iím going to wake up.Ē

    Either that or my dream is a comedy. So I went back to sleep and I am dreaming that Joyce is giving me a watch for my birthday. I have never worn a watch in my life. Itís not safe to wear a watch or ring when a person is shoeing horses. (So, you wonder why the farrier is late?) In the dream she is giving me an elegant gold watch with a beautiful band. It might even have been a Rolex Daytona Sapphire that sells for $101,000. I put it on thinking that Rolex or not it feels terrible on my wrist. And then when I look at the time both the minute and the hour hand have little pink hearts on the endsÖ.and I start laughing and wake up.

    I guess it isnít so bad having friends and family that care about me wishing me a happy birthday even if the pants are baggy and the watch is gay.



    The worst part is that I somehow posted this in error on a teenybopper forum. Crazy Teen asked, "Do you think you might have posted this on the wrong forum. Ha ha."



    Could it be the beginning of dementia?
    Belated happy birthday
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        02-25-2013, 06:59 AM
      #7286
    Started
    Happy belated birthday Eliduc. I joke with my family when I hit 40 I just turned around and I'm going to count backwards. So next birthday I won't be able to post here I'll be to young 😗
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        02-25-2013, 02:40 PM
      #7287
    Trained
    Good morning Love hearing more about your stories

    Thanks for sharing
         
        02-25-2013, 08:33 PM
      #7288
    Weanling
    Oh hell, I am a perpetual 27.

    Happy belated Birthday, Eliduc!
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        02-25-2013, 11:33 PM
      #7289
    Started
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by montcowboy    
    stan. I mounted a camera on the back of my trailer. Im not great at mounting things.but I found duck tape worked really well for the most part. The first time I backed up with it I ran it right into my fence and pushed about twenty feet of fence down. But when I got the film developed it sure showed the back of the trailer running right into the the fence.. so it worked well. New driving machines are always fun corgi. And with the high tech they got now its almost scary learning everything they can do. One summer I was complaining about sweating so bad in my truck . Seemed the ac would work. But always felt like my butt was on fire. Strangest thing. Till I gave a ride to a person who said it would be much nicer if I shut the seat heater down to low if not off during the summer.. ride safe every one..
    I surpose in a round about way I asked for that. I was referring to a camera in the float to keep an eye on the horses but you knew that. Nice turnaround however it intrigued me on finding another use for duck tape and reminded me of an unusual use for it as well.

    I was helping my neighbour split fire wood from a pile of logs along the tree line to the forest that divided our properties a couple of weeks ago and this young man walked by. It took our attention as he was on our property and carring a roll of something.

    Fred my mate called out, what have you got there, the kid replied duck tape, what for asked fred. I'm going to catch some ducks was the reply. We both snickered and returned to splitting wood. A couple of hours later the kid returned with a brace of ducks hanging over his shoulder.

    Next day the same young man came strolling along with a roll of chicken wire. Fred went through his routine asking questions. Well would you believe it, a couple of hours later the kid came back with three chickens in his hand.

    Howdy he said as he walked by. Freds bottom jaw hit the ground in disbelief.

    Next day we were almost finished splitting enough wood for the winter for both our families when the same young man came strolling along with a branch of a tree in his hand.
    Fred yelled out what you got there, the kid answered ***** willow. Wait up I yelled. I'm coming with you.






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        02-26-2013, 12:06 AM
      #7290
    Foal
    Quote:
    Originally Posted by eliduc    
    Surprise!
    When I was thirty years old I was still being asked for my I.D in a bar. Not long ago we dined at a restaurant and when I was paying the bill I asked the waitress, ďWhat about the senior discount?Ē She said, ďI already gave it to you.Ē Iíve been trying to forget my birthday for two decades. The problem is nobody else forgets. I once got into an argument with my other wife in my other life over my age. I contended that I was 49 and she said I was 50. It went on for a while until she finally said, ďIf you donít believe me look at your driverís license.Ē Crap! I hated it when she was right. Now I even get anonymous cyber birthday greetings over the Internet along with advertisements from the Neptune Society and the Scooter Store.

    So anyway, yesterday was my birthday. My wife gave me a beautiful pair of exercise pants, navy blue with a sky blue stripe down the leg and a matching jacket. I have taken to wearing exercise pants because they have a wide elastic band and the pants donít fall down my non existent ass. How is it that a guy can lose his ass and develop man boobs at the same time and as the hair on your head thins it sprouts out of your nose like a nostril goatee? Anyway the pants were size large. (What was she thinking?) When I put them on they were so baggy I looked like Chucko the Clown.

    Later, I was here in the office. My daughter called and she was playing Hard Dayís Night on the piano over the telephone from the Beatles collection I gave her for Christmas. I heard voices out in the living room but I was enjoying sharing with my daughter and ignored them for awhile. I even forgot it was my birthday until we ended the conversation and Sarah wished me happy birthday. When I emerged from my cave the front room was full of people all wishing me happy birthday. SURPRISE! I wondered why my bride had been vacuuming the house and scrubbing the toilet. I hadnít paid much attention. I was in the office all day writing a complaint about the Social Security Administration to my senator. Joyce set a beautiful dinner on the table and I have to admit that I enjoyed the friendship and conversation. I didnít even have to participate in the board games that Joyce loves so much. There were too many people. I wouldnít mind if she would let me win once.

    I woke up at dawn and put a couple of pieces of wood in the stove. I read a few chapters in the book Iím reading while waiting for the fire to take off. I got drowsy and went back to bed just as Joyce was getting up. I was in one of those shallow slumber stages where I can remember a dream after I wake up. I often have what I call dead end dreams where Iím in a predicament I can't get out of. Itís happened so many times that my subconscious mind now says; Screw it I donít have to do this. Iím going to wake up.Ē

    Either that or my dream is a comedy. So I went back to sleep and I am dreaming that Joyce is giving me a watch for my birthday. I have never worn a watch in my life. Itís not safe to wear a watch or ring when a person is shoeing horses. (So, you wonder why the farrier is late?) In the dream she is giving me an elegant gold watch with a beautiful band. It might even have been a Rolex Daytona Sapphire that sells for $101,000. I put it on thinking that Rolex or not it feels terrible on my wrist. And then when I look at the time both the minute and the hour hand have little pink hearts on the endsÖ.and I start laughing and wake up.

    I guess it isnít so bad having friends and family that care about me wishing me a happy birthday even if the pants are baggy and the watch is gay.



    The worst part is that I somehow posted this in error on a teenybopper forum. Crazy Teen asked, "Do you think you might have posted this on the wrong forum. Ha ha."



    Could it be the beginning of dementia?

    Belated happy birthday, and thank you for helping me LAUGH OUT LOUD at the end of a very long, hard day!

    Hi, everyone. Busy, crazy winter I've had. Still love reading and catching up on all us oldsters. I'm 60 and still riding! It's a good life!
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