Tankie Must Be Stopped

[tankie]

I know...I've been through a little loss myself lately....I can relate, believe me. I was just poking fun, that's all....seriously though, you know we love you Tankie.

Awwwwww Julie , bless ya likkle cotton socks , do me a favour will ya , send a person in the punjab an anthrax letter

[Julie]

Awwwwww Julie , bless ya likkle cotton socks , do me a favour will ya , send a person in the punjab an anthrax letter

No problem.

[YellowFever]

::::wipes away tears from his eyes::::

Thankyou tankie, that was really heartfelt.

I haven't been so emotional since they cancelled "Married...with children".

[Knaur Amarsh]

seriously though, you know we love you Tankie.

In our own special way, like we love small pox and bad hangovers

[Knaur Amarsh]

Awwwwww Julie , bless ya likkle cotton socks , do me a favour will ya , send a person in the punjab an anthrax letter

Bear no brother near the throne huh )

[Parihaka]

Yellowbelly , Knaur , A/R Dont bother reading this :P



I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not makingmy bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.




I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful.

But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.


Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? (I WISH )

But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.



I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.



As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer a question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!

MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER! FRIENDS FOREVER!

Funnily enough I agree with a lot of this. I have now accumulated a reasonable number of grey hairs, wrinkles and scars.
I've done myself sufficient damage to myself to last several other people a lifetime and have every right to sit on my arse mithering and relishing my pain.
Instead I find myself with two young children (9 & 4) who will insist that I carry both of them for several miles down the beach as they couldn't possibly manage such distances themselves.
A 'her indoors' who (speaking very quietly) might have (perfectly justifiably due to giving birth to two children) added a pound or two to her voluptuous frame but nevertheless has need to be thrown across my shoulder and various other positions as a demonstration of my abiding love for her.
As a consequence, far from the slow decline into frailty and senility I had heard was the norm, I have found getting older equates to getting stronger. Yes I will no longer do a back-flip off a rock outcrop and drop 50 meters onto a 45 degree snowslope (unless I want to show that little bugger Barnaby a thing or two in 12 or so years time) but my endurance, stamina and all round stayability has just gone from strength to strength.
Kinda weird really, and given the serves life has dished up thus far bound not to persist, but if I was me as a twenty year old, I'd be f**kin' nervous about meeting me as a fifty year old.

[tankie]

Funnily enough I agree with a lot of this. I have now accumulated a reasonable number of grey hairs, wrinkles and scars.
I've done myself sufficient damage to myself to last several other people a lifetime and have every right to sit on my arse mithering and relishing my pain.
Instead I find myself with two young children (9 & 4) who will insist that I carry both of them for several miles down the beach as they couldn't possibly manage such distances themselves.
A 'her indoors' who (speaking very quietly) might have (perfectly justifiably due to giving birth to two children) added a pound or two to her voluptuous frame but nevertheless has need to be thrown across my shoulder and various other positions as a demonstration of my abiding love for her.
As a consequence, far from the slow decline into frailty and senility I had heard was the norm, I have found getting older equates to getting stronger. Yes I will no longer do a back-flip off a rock outcrop and drop 50 meters onto a 45 degree snowslope (unless I want to show that little bugger Barnaby a thing or two in 12 or so years time) but my endurance, stamina and all round stayability has just gone from strength to strength.
Kinda weird really, and given the serves life has dished up thus far bound not to persist, but if I was me as a twenty year old, I'd be f**kin' nervous about meeting me as a fifty year old.

[Julie]

Very well said Pari...