Foo - "Will you still need me,

will you still feed me? When I'm 64?"


Have you thought about where you will be at 64?

I will come visit you in the old folks home Siu.

I'll even bring you a pet cat, and when I say cat I mean a old piece of stale wood with rusty nails sticking out of it.

That way the tetnis will get you before the old age does, because I'm just so dang good to you. :D

All the time. I figure I'll be underground by then, though.

-soma5

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(Yes, I will be buried in a medieval Irish graveyard. :p)

will you still feed me? When I'm 64?"




Yes if your a worm :)

I suspect I'll have already been dead for a few years. Unless I happened to inherit my paternal gm's genes (her father and both her parents' bro's and sisters lived well into their 90's, and she is 96 1/2)....

Siu, where will you be? <curious Vega look>

Well if the super-accurate online death predicting tests are any clue, I should be long gone by then. :o

I'd be a liar if I said I knew or especially cared. I'll be honest, I haven't planned that far ahead.

I suspect I'll have already been dead for a few years. Unless I happened to inherit my paternal gm's genes (her father and both her parents' bro's and sisters lived well into their 90's, and she is 96 1/2)....

Siu, where will you be? <curious Vega look>


Lessee...

By then I'd probably have a Hybrid bike, with an airzound on the high rise bars, a basket on the front, an asp hanging like a frame pump. I'd cruise around not really paying attention to traffic and having an attitude with "careless" drivers and obnoxious teens that throw rocks at me.

I hope someone needs me at 64 and can still put up with me when I'm 100.

I hope someone needs me at 64 and can still put up with me when I'm 100.

Yeah I hear ya. But in the meanwhile you have to have the mindset to fend for yourself. *sigh*

As I have now managed to cross the Great Half-Century Divide, 64 doesn't sound that old any more . . . .


Doesn't mean I have any idea what I'll be doing then.

As I have now managed to cross the Great Half-Century Divide, 64 doesn't sound that old any more . . . .


Doesn't mean I have any idea what I'll be doing then.

You don't know what you'll be doing tomorrow? Comon man, at least plan a week ahead!

will you still feed me? When I'm 64?"


Have you thought about where you will be at 64?

Saying, "Just one more year to retirement"

You don't know what you'll be doing tomorrow? Comon man, at least plan a week ahead!

You are such dead meat, you young whippersnapper, you.

:D

will you still feed me? When I'm 64?"


Have you thought about where you will be at 64?

Needing you and feeding you, of course.

I'll be over at Tude's stripping nekkid and drinking heavily.

Probably no longer around, if I keep pulling the stupid **** I seem to try on a daily basis...

Saying, "Just one more year to retirement"

Saying, "I'm glad I retired nine years ago."

For what it's worth, I'll be 64 next year and I'm planning on still being around and riding a bike.

64!!! I'll still be riding my bike and drinking BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

I'll be teaching or doing research, or both ;)

Retired, sitting on my yacht in the Caribean with my 25 yr old girl friend. :beer:

Hopefully watching my daughter graduate from college on her way to grad school.

I am already quasi-retired at 48, 64 is only 16 more years. Yeah, I will be looking at 20 year old teak trees enjoying more than a square mile of forest (just added it up today) - and that is if we don't keep expanding which is highly unlikely.

Nothing really needs to change in my life so things will probably remain the same - perhaps a little more travel.

and that is if we don't keep expanding which is highly unlikely.So in 16 years, it'll no longer be "Costa Rica," but "Gringo Fred Presents: Costa Rica"?

:p

I should have died twice now, but something keeps bringing me back for more fun and excitement.

I'm not only planning on being around, I'm planning on having it be even more active than now. I have Mr. East Hill to chase around, plus me mum is grooming me to take her place doing the Elderhostel thing with my nieces and nephews :) .

Genetics are a bit mixed in my family, some of them lived to be in their nineties, many more did not. But, they lived in sooty, cold, damp conditions mining coal in Lancashire, so they didn't have much of a life expectancy in the first place.

I'm figuring on the good genetics coming through for me :) .

East Hill

I'll be teaching or doing research, or both ;)

I hope to be doing both at age 64. And being a loving husband. Possibly being a father concerned about college tuition. And hopefully riding Vivian IV.

Two years to go. Probably dragging hoses and cleaning tanks at a winery. Preferably as a permanent employee rather then as a flushable harvest worker.

I'll be pleasantly surprised if I'm still around by then. I don't really plan ahead at all, so hard to say much beyond that. Truth is, I never expected to make it this far.

will you still feed me? When I'm 64?"


Have you thought about where you will be at 64?

When I get older...losing my hair...many years from now....OF COURSE WE WILL

I don't need to worry about being 64 years old. At age 50, I'm going to ride my road bike up a mountain, take off the brakes and yell "Daaaah! A yuck, yuck!"

I'm hoping for a massive coronary during tomorrow's 4:25 Spinning class...I wonder if the paramedics will know how to unclip me from the Shimano pedals....

They should. I'm sure they teach them those kind of things.

Jaws of life. Cut the cranks in half. Booyah.

.....or the shins. Much easier "snap".

Carbon fiber would be that easy, too.

aww..I ain't gonna die during Spinning...I gots lots of endurance and a ticker stronger than Fort Knox...

will you still feed me? When I'm 64?"


Have you thought about where you will be at 64?

Uh...aren't you already like 64 Siu?

*runs and hides*

So in 16 years, it'll no longer be "Costa Rica," but "Gringo Fred Presents: Costa Rica"?

:p

Our daughter, when someone asks what I do, says "My parents are buying a small latin american country one piece at a time."

By the way, no one calls me Gringo, it is Don Fred, peon.... :lol:

Uh...aren't you already like 64 Siu?

*runs and hides*

There's no place one can hide from Siu's wrath... much like it is impossible to hide from Siu's bright and sunny nature that brightens this place up.

There's no place one can hide from Siu's wrath... much like it is impossible to hide from Siu's bright and sunny nature that brightens this place up.

See, now dpb13 needs to change his avatar to something less 'crabby'. That sun baby, perhaps?

East Hill

Retired and training everyday for the Granpa cycling circuit. Playing with my Grandkids, and being the old fart all the new noob cyclists talk about.

Hey Dude! did you see that old fart blow by on us that hill?

riding my bike or hanging out at BF, getting a batty for being the longest running
mod here.

marty

By the way, no one calls me Gringo, it is Don Fred, peon.... :lol:Yeah, but gringo is a funnier word, so gringo it is. :p

Y'know they got gringo from ww1/ww2 when latin's couldn't pronounce green coat, and it came out "gringo". Right? RIGHT?!@?#!@#?

Incorrect, the US Troops under Blackjack Pershing would sing a marching cadence song entitled "Green Grows the Grass" during the US invasion of Mexico. ;)
Y'know they got gringo from ww1/ww2 when latin's couldn't pronounce green coat, and it came out "gringo". Right? RIGHT?!@?#!@#?

Incorrect, the US Troops under Blackjack Pershing would sing a marching cadence song entitled "Green Grows the Grass" during the US invasion of Mexico. ;)

I'm more inclined to believe someone who actually lived during that era and who only speaks spanish who told me this.

Hopefully the cure for aging will be found be then and Ill be OK :D