Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sixty years......


Someone near and dear to us turned 60 years old on Saturday. 
60.
 All of us (yes, including me) in his generation look at each other, once it dawns on us how old we are and say,
 "Say what?"

It can't be! How can it be. Our parents and grandparents are 60, aren't they?

Age is a strange thing. It happens to you when you aren't looking. And there ain't no stopping it. 

But we celebrate it anyway. (how perverted is that?) 

And celebrate we did!!

Friday night a family dinner party with great surprises.
Saturday a huge affair.
Sunday an intimate brunch.

A whirlwind of a weekend. Great fun all around.

So sixty must mean other things, too.......so let's see what Google comes up with...

From Answers.com....
Q:What do you call someone that is sixty years old?
A: Well, I guess they're old, but you don't want to call them that so probably call them sixty year old or something like that.  (a genius at work)

King James Bible:
And if [it be] from sixty years old and above; if [it be] a male, then thy estimation shall be fifteen shekels, and for the female ten shekels.  
 
(WHAT??) (The Bible should be like Wikipedia. I would change that verse immediately!) 
(Notice they are called 'she'kels and not 'he'kels, btw.)

Now, this one, I agree with. I love Cary Grant. (An Affair to Remember)(Remember?)(sigh)


A recent headline: 
Sixty-Year-Old Japanese Woman Gives Birth    (ouch) (ouch) ( double ouch)


OK, OK, actually he's 61, but sitting next to Jennifer Lopez on American Idol makes him look a lot more like.....well, I don't know what it makes him look like. 


Some pretty good company here....(love how Liza Minelli is trying to keep Dolly Parton's boobs in.)



huh? This is a 60 year old accupuncturist doing self-accupuncture. Wonder what's wrong with him? Probably has no health insurance, thus the do-it-yourself kit. (Maybe he's just trying to remember his pin number. This way, all he has to do is count the pins when at an ATM. The long one is a decoy, in case anyone is watching him.)


So Happy Birthday, our dear Marchin. It was great fun, wasn't it?