Old Agers are Senior Citizens, too.

Do you have any special pictures of your grandchild or grandchildren? You know, that one special picture that you just want to share with everyone.

It is now possible to easily share that special picture, or “those” special pictures, by putting them on custom photo checks. There is an online source for uploading your picture(s) to an established and trusted service (a bank check printer/manufacturer) and have those pictures appear on every check you write.

It is inexpensive, safe and easy to get started. To see what it’s all about just click the link (custom photo checks) in the above paragraph or in the list of links in the column on the right. Have fun – it costs you nothing to give it a look-see.

Just received this cute one via an email-forward this morning…

A Police STOP at 1AM

An elderly man is stopped by the police around 1 am and is asked where he is going at this time of night.

The man replies, “I am going to a lecture about alcohol abuse and the effects it has on the human body.”

The officer then asks, “Really? Who is giving that lecture at this time of night?”

The man replies, “That would be my wife.”

We do not stop playing because we grow old;

We grow old because we stop playing.

Have you ever looked at others your own age and thought, “Certainly I can’t look that old?” If so, you may enjoy this tale from a Senior dental patient -  as I recently received via email.

I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist and I noticed his Dental School Diploma, which showed his full name. I then remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy in my high school class nearly 40 years ago. He had the same name and I had a secret crush on him for two years – way back then.

Meeting him, however,  I  discarded  these  thoughts of old. This balding, gray man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my secret heartthrob.

Following my dental exam I asked him if he had attended Quakertown High School. He replied in the affirmative…

“Yes, I did. I am a Panther.” he proudly stated.

I asked him his year of graduation.

He  responded, “I graduated in 1960. Why do you ask?”

I exclaimed, “You were in my class!”

He looked at me very closely, as though examining me again.

Then that old, ugly, decrepit, fat, bald, rude jerk asked, “What class did you teach?”