Sunday, December 6, 2009

Christmas Sentiments

I may have failed in my attempt at thankfulness, but will not fail for the Christmas season. I am however thankful for everything in my life and cannot express such sentiment in written form.

As for the Christmas Season, I am reminded of several quotes:

#5 - I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. ~Charles Dickens

#4 - Instead of being a time of unusual behavior, Christmas is perhaps the only time in the year when people can obey their natural impulses and express their true sentiments without feeling self-conscious and, perhaps, foolish. Christmas, in short, is about the only chance a man has to be himself.
~Francis C. Farley

#3 - Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!
~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers, 1836

#2 - Once again we find ourselves enmeshed in the Holiday Season, that very special time of year when we join with our loved ones in sharing centuries-old traditions such as trying to find a parking space at the mall. We traditionally do this in my family by driving around the parking lot until we see a shopper emerge from the mall, then we follow her, in very much the same spirit as the Three Wise Men, who 2,000 years ago followed a star, week after week, until it led them to a parking space.
~Dave Barry

#1 - In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'
~Dave Barry, "Christmas Shopping: A Survivor's Guide"

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Three Days of Thankfulness

Sadly, I've already fallen behind in my thankfulness.

The past three days I've been a little hard pressed but here it goes:

November 3rd
This weekend, I did something to my back (actually my neck with radiating pain down to my hip - but now I'm getting technical). I finally got an appointment with my chiropractor. I really wanted acupuncture (yes, I'm nuts, but it's addictive) but he said no. I had a lot of inflamation and it would have made the adjustments more painful.

Result: I am thankful for a chiropractor who knows how far to push me and my joints.

November 4th
I was invited to a jewerly party tonight. I talked to the hostess several times during the day. Saw her when I picked up my kids and told her I would see her at 7pm. 7pm came and went and I was still at home dealing with an unruly child who was freaking out about homework. At 7:20pm I got a call from the hostess, wondering where I was. I rushed over and had a great time, with me being the butt of many "lateness" jokes. It's okay though, I know my weaknesses.

Result: I am thankful a friend who is my keeper, even though she has her own family to deal with.

November 5th
Same "friend" from above and I decided to get healthy - ha!! We walked, and walked, and walked. After 2.2 miles and 1+ hours, she relented into letting me to take a "shortcut" back to her house. We then sat and talked. A "great" time was had by all.

Result:n I am thankful for being able to walk 2+ miles without actually collapsing!

Added bonus: I am also thankful for the friends I have weather or not they realize it.

Monday, November 2, 2009

A Month of Being Thankful

Because Miss Marfa issued the challenge, I may as well try a little (since I have neglected my poor little blog recently).

November 1st & 2nd

Today I was met with lovely, happy, cheerful children and wondered when the pod people had taken over my children. The loved on each other this morning, smiled when I told them that they had to get ready for school, talked nicely while walking out the door, and hugged each other after school. They continued down this horrifying path until dinner. At which point, DD threw the fit of all fits about what was served for dinner.

The result: I am thankful for things never changing too drastically in my life and for my children, may they never be replaced by pod people.

Oh, oh Sheila!

Yeah, yeah, it's been like forever!! And now I am blogging about my husband.

As we all know, when men (because no woman I know would do this) get to a certain age, they go through a mid-life crisis.

A Mid-life Crisis is defined by Wikipedia as "For the approximately 10% of middle aged adults who go through an age-related midlife crisis, the condition is most common ranging from the ages of 30-60 (a large study in the 1990s found that the average age at onset of a self-described midlife crisis was 46). Midlife crises last about 3–10 years in men and 2–5 years in women."

Now I will have to give my DH a little credit. He has not has an affair (that I know of). He has not gone out to purchase a little sports car (and if has, he better share). He has not taken to drinking excessively (no comment needed). He has not started coloring his hair (unless he's coloring it grey).

He did however, get a wild hair about getting a motorcycle. I am fine with a motorcycle as long as he takes the precautions necessary for riding a motorcycle. He took the class and we went shopping for the mistress in question:

My dear friend and fellow motorcycle widow, informed me that we (the family) get to name the new mistress. While DH and the DH of my fellow widow were riding on Saturday, we had a chance to discuss names. Now while she is a Japanese make, I couldn't bring myself to name her a name I can't actually pronounce. So since I agree with my best friend and I think life should come with background music, we named her Sheila, as in Oh Sheila by Ready For The World.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The difference between a frog and a toad.

Setting: Rural home in the Northeast, United States, having received excess amounts of rainfall.
There is a large puddle at the base of the driveway due to drainage issues. The residents loving refer to this as "Lake (fill in last name)".

Scene: Home Interior

Husband: That's the damnedest thing.
Wife: What?
Husband: That's the damnedest thing.
Wife: Honey, what are you talking about?
Husband: That's the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
Wife: (exasperated) What are you talking about?
Husband: You know "Lake (fill in last name)", there's a frog swimming around in it.
Wife: What do you mean a frog swimming around in it?
Husband: (louder) A frog is swimming in "Lake (fill in last name)"!
Wife: No, you must be confused!

Scene: Home Exterior

Wife: Well I'll be damned, there IS a frog swimming around in "Lake (fill in last name)"
Husband: I know, can you believe it!!!
Wife: But is it a frog or a toad.
Husband: I don't know, it's an amphibian swimming around in "Lake (fill in last name)"

Enter friend-on phone with wife
Wife: How do you tell the difference between a frog and a toad?
Friend: I don't know but I happen to be on the computer, let's google it.
(below is what was found)

My question is: Who is going to open their mouths to find out if they have teeth or not?!?!?

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I used to have a life, but Facebook ate it!

D from Oz said it perfectly. Facebook has consumed everyone's life and I have issues with one thing to do much less two! :)

- School is back in session. Can we hear a "Hip, hip, hooray!"
- Hubby is gone again, finally. (Insert another cheer.)
- Plans have been made for two trips this fall. Both to see a wonderful gal.
- DD is more sassy than ever. - Who'da thunk!
- DS wants to sing, dance, and play an instrument this year. I'm just not sure when he's going to have time!
- Still have over 200 pounds of puppies in our home.

That's about all there is and nothing more.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Where have all the flowers gone? ...

Apparently I am channeling my inner hippie:

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Anyway - where has the time gone? It's a rhetorical question since I KNOW where it has gone. It's gone to kids, family, girl scouts, e-mails, cleaning (ha), dishes, laundry,....need I go on? Also, this whole Facebook thing has flummoxed me! So I'm failing miserably at blogging and facebook.

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Sunday, May 10, 2009

A Mother's Day

As I sit here alone on Mother's Day, I am reminded of several poems I received by e-mail and thought I share them with you. By the way, I am alone because, being a mother, my daughter gave me her 24 hour stomach virus. The rest of my family has gone to a really nice brunch in Colorado Springs.

What is a Mother
It takes a Mother's Love
To make a house a home
A place to be remembered,
No matter where we roam

It takes a Mother's Patience
To bring a child up right,
And her Courage and her Cheerfulness
To make a dark day bright.

It takes a Mother's Thoughtfulness
To mend the heart's deep "hurts,
And her Skill and her Endurance
To mend little socks and shirts.

It takes a Mother's Kindness
To forgive us when we err,
To sympathize in trouble
And bow her head in prayer.

It takes a Mother's Wisdom
To recognize our needs
And to give us reassurance
By her loving words and deeds.

It takes a Mother's Endless Faith,
Her Confidence and Trust
To guide us through the pitfalls
of selfishness and lust.

And that is why in all this world
there could not be another
Who could fulfill God's purpose
as completely as a MOTHER!
-Helen Steiner Rice

Poem to Mom
My son came home from school one day,
With a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
To put me in my place

'Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr.. Wright?
It's all about the laws to day,
The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'

It says I need not clean my room,
Don't have to cut my hair
No one can tell me what to think
Or speak, or what to wear.

I have freedom from religion,
And regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
And I sure don't have to pray

I can wear earrings if I want,
And pierce my tongue and nose.
I can read and watch just what I like,
Get tattoos from head to toe.

And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
With the marks on my behind.

Don't you ever touch me,
My body's only for my use,
Not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just more child abuse..

Don't preach about your morals,
Like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
And it's illegal too!

Mom, I have these children's rights,
So you can't influence me,
Or I'll call Children's Services Division,
Better known as C.S.D'

Of course my first instinct was
To toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
Made me think a little more.

I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.

Next day I took him shopping
At the local Goodwill Store.
I told him, 'Pick out all you want,
there's shirts and pants galore.

I've called and checked with C.S.D.
Who said they didn't care
If I bought you K-Mart shoes
Instead of those Nike Airs.

I've canceled that appointment
To take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned
So I'll decide what's best.'

I said 'No time to stop and eat,
Or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can start to learn
To make your own sack lunch.

Just save the raging appetite,
And wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
A favorite dish of mine.'

He asked 'Can I please rent a movie,
To watch on my DVD?'
'Sorry, but I sold your TV,
For new tires on my car.

I also rented out your room,
You'll take the couch instead.
The C.S.D . Requires
Just a roof over your head.

Your clothing won't be trendy now,
I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
Will buy me something neat.

I'm selling off your jet ski,
Dirt-bike and roller blades.
Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',
It's in effect today!

Hey hot shot, are you crying,
Why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
Instead of C.S.D.?'
-MOM (Mean Old Mother)

Happy Mother's day to all!!

Monday, April 20, 2009

17 Again

Yes all, "17 Again" premiered on Friday. Of course, we had a large snow storm that started on Thursday so decided to go on Saturday.

Nicole and I braved the elements and went on Saturday!! I thought it was good and he does angst so well!!!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

CBS' 'Guiding Light' to end in September

This is a sad day in my life. I have been watching "Guiding Light" since 1982. I have had times when my viewing has lapsed, but just recently started watching with a renewed interest.

As I was watching "The Late, Late Show with Craig Ferguson" (I love him - much better than Letterman), he said that "Guiding Light" was cancelled. So, I looked it up and much to my chagrin, it's all true!!!

I have to go mourn my loss now. :(

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Wordle: Untitled

I give up!!!


I am sorry if I offended any of my friends with the cougar post. I thought it was funny and thought I'd share what others said in the "Urban Dictionary". I always find the entries amusing and think it's always good for a laugh, but I guess I fell short this time.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

In The Motherhood

I am sitting here, minding my own business and see a commercial for "In The Motherhood" that premiers March 29th. It stars Cheryl Hines (Jane), Jessica St. Clair (Emily), and Megan Mullally (Rosemary).

In the commercial, the following conversations ensue:

Emily: "I feel like I'm a horrible mother."
Jane: "I screw up all the time. I ran out of diapers two days ago and we've been using paper towels and tape."

Jane: "Emily, you are good mother."
Emily: "Thank you Jane and you ... have beautiful hair."

Supposedly, these are from real life stories, and looks to be a hilarious show. So, now I don't feel that bad about some of the things I do!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Me a Cougar???? I think not!!!

Okay, with the recent flack I've been getting about my obsession, I just want to say that there is nothing wrong with looking, right???

I have been called many things in my life, some of them warranted, however, I have recently been called a cougar by my "friends" and you know who you are!! :)

I looked up cougar online and was met with the definition you would expect from Wikipedia, but once I went on the urban dictionary site (not a site for the faint hearted), I found what I was looking for.

Wikipedia: The cougar (Puma concolor), also puma, mountain lion, or panther, depending on region, is a mammal of the Felidae family, native to the Americas. This large, solitary cat has the greatest range of any wild terrestrial mammal in the Western Hemisphere, extending from Yukon in Canada to the southern Andes of South America. An adaptable, generalist species, the cougar is found in every major American habitat type. It is the second heaviest cat in the American continents after the jaguar, and the fourth heaviest in the world, along with the leopard, after the tiger, lion, and jaguar, although it is most closely related to smaller felines.

Urban Dictionary:

1. An older woman who frequents clubs in order to score with a much younger man. The cougar can be anyone from an overly surgically altered wind tunnel victim, to an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister, to a real hottie or milf. Cougars are gaining in popularity -- particularly the true hotties -- as young men find not only a sexual high, but many times a chick with her shit together.

2. (see also hunt, prowl, corner, pounce). Noun. A 35+ year old female who is on the "hunt" for a much younger, energetic, willing-to-do-anything male. The cougar can frequently be seen in a padded bra, cleavage exposed, propped up against a swanky bar in San Francisco (or other cities)waiting, watching, calculating; gearing up to sink her claws into an innocent young and strapping buck who happens to cross her path. "Man is cougar's number one prey"
Millions of them. More famously, Demi and Ashton, Naomi Watts and Heath Ledger, Joan Collins and her hubby, Cameron and Justin, Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins

3. An attractive woman in her 30's or 40's who is on the hunt once again. She may be found in the usual hunting grounds: nightclubs, bars, beaches, etc. She will not play the usual B.S. games that women in their early twenties participate in. End state, she will be going for the kill, just like you.

Like most friends, I hope mine think highly of me, but I'd like to point out the following facts:

1. I do not, nor ever have "frequented night clubs in order to score with much younger men". The one and (almost) only time, I went to a "club" (funny, we used to call them bars) I was appalled with most of what was going on. Not to mention, I almost asked a row of (and I use the term lightly) gentlemen if they would like to inspect my teeth since they were looking at my friends and me like horse meat.

2. After two kids I would not call myself a "hottie", nor have I been overly surgically altered, but do my friends really consider me "an absolute sad and bloated old horn-meister".

3. I like the second definition much better, even though I would hurt myself and others if I was "seen in a padded bra, cleavage exposed, propped up against a swanky bar in San Francisco". And being compared to Demi is not something I am opposed to.

4. The third definition is my favorite, however, nightclubs and bars are not my scene, and beaches......well, that is the subject for another blog.

So I need to ask again, do my "friends" really think of me as a cougar, or are they just trying to compliment me???????

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Is there actually a contest for "Worst Mother of the Year"?

I know we can all claim the title of "Worst Mother of the Year". Okay, maybe not ALL of us, but I've read your posts!!! However, I think I have this one tied up with a Blue Ribbon.

Every year (so far) the children have chosen what they want to do on their birthday. Normally we go out to eat with my parents and it ends at that. Then on a separate day, we have done parties with friends. Yes, over the years, this may have set us back, but I think that kids need to feel special when it is their birthday. This year DS decided that he wanted to go to Movie Tavern for his birthday with my parents and he had a party at Amazing Jakes.

DD has been so defiant recently that she has lost the party, but had earned back dinner. She also wanted to go to the Movie Tavern, but the only thing playing that would be remotely appropriate for a 7 year old was "Paul Blart: Mall Cop". Although boy humor is right up DD's alley, I really wasn't in the mood for it.

I convinced DD to dinner with my parents and to a regular movie. She chose this option when I told her I would rent "Mall Cop" when it was released on DVD.

The movie we went to see was "Coraline". As I was watching the opening credits, I had the horrifying realization that this was a Tim Burton movie. I was never thrilled with "Nightmare Before Christmas", but to each their own. For a 7 year old, it is, by my standards, inappropriate. Needless to say, DD was frightened for 2/3 of the movie. She will most likely be up for most of the night. And I, convinced her to watch it.

I feel like I have the title all wrapped up. I wonder what I actually get for that!!!

Happy Birthday to my little girl

To My Sweet Girl

"Do you know how much you mean to me?
As you grow into what you will be.
You came from within, from just beneath my heart.
It's there you'll always be though your own life will now start.
You're growing so fast it sends me awhirl,
With misty eyes I ask, Where's my little girl?
I know sometimes to you I seem harsh and so unfair,
But one day you will see, I taught you well because I care.
The next few years will so quickly fly,
With laughter and joy, mixed with a few tears to cry.
As you begin your growth to womanhood, this fact you must know,
You'll always be my source of pride, no matter where you go.
You must stand up tall and proud, within you feel no fear,
For all you dreams and goals, sit before you very near.
With love in your heart and the world by its tail,
You'll always be my winner, and victory will prevail.
For you this poem was written, with help from above,
To tell you in a rhythm of your Mother's heartfelt Love!"

Monday, February 23, 2009

Do Ladies Wear Polyester?

So it's been a while since I blogged. With facebook and working, it's hard to keep up with everything.

I had to blog on the funnies from the last week.

We were out to eat with my friend who was visiting. It was just Jenn, DD, DS, and me eating at DS's former favorite place to eat, Chili's. She is mad at them because they have taken away the pasta with marinara sauce. They still have Alfredo sauce, but no red sauce. I digress. With all the estrogen, DS decided that he needed to exert his manliness and was very gassy and crude all week. Anyway, in the middle of the meal, I moved on the seat and DS said "Did you fart?" (Yes, we are sooooo PC with a 9 and 7 year old.) I said "No, it must have been you!" (Because I have decided, if you can't beat them, you may as well join them.) Then DD pipes up and says in the most indignant tone she could muster, "I don't fart, I'm a LADY!" Jenn and I giggled for the rest of the meal and the rest of the week about that! Since most of you know DD, you all know HOW much of a lady she actually is.

So to top the week off, or to start the week, however you look at it, we were sitting here watching "The Bee Movie" tonight. To update those who have not seen this movie, we got to the part where all the bees stop working and all the flowers and trees are grey and lifeless. I asked the kids, "Why do all the trees and flowers look like that?" and with all the conviction in the world, she said, "They're not getting polyester." Giggling and trying not to make her feel bad, I corrected her to "pollination" and she said, "Yeah, whatever!". So of course the first thing I did was get on my blog. What else would a candidate for "Mother of the Year" do?

Saturday, January 31, 2009

DIA's Heinous Blue Mustang Has Got To Go

I have been offended with the "Demon Mustang" since it was erected. I personally think that it is an eyesore and cannot believe that the taxpayers had to pay for it. I was happy to hear, this week, on 7 News that there is a blog site dedicated to getting rid of the horse.

"Is anyone else as mortified and offended by DIA's 32 foot fiendish blue "Mustang" statue as I am?

"Does anyone else find it to be the least welcoming public art exhibit imaginable?

"Are you perturbed by the chilling fact that Luis Jimenez, its creator, was killed by a piece of its torso?

"Please join! Ask your friend to join!

"I mean really, it would be nice to feel some sense of pride and dignity when traveling to and from the airport."
On the other hand I am perfectly okay with they Big Blue Bear at the convention center. He is whimsical and cute.

Happy Birthday to you!!!

Happy 9th Birthday DS!!

What a motley crew!

Patiently waiting to cash in our tickets.

DS wanted to go to Amazing Jakes for his birthday. So we invited some friends and ran amuck. Fun was had by all.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Those of you that have seen both "HSM3" and "Twilight" AND have read the rest of the Twilight series, I would like your opinion on the following article. I don't think she has it in her.
Vanessa Hudgens Auditions for Twilight Sequel

Now here's a role Vanessa Hudgens would like to sink her teeth into. The High School Musical star has auditioned for the part of werewolf Leah Clearwater in the Twilight sequel New Moon, according to Ashley Green, who played Alice in Twilight."I think she'd be great," Greene tells MTV. As Leah, Hudgens, 20, would be a foil to Taylor Lautner, who will reprise his role as werewolf Jacob Black. In the Stephenie Meyer novels, Leah is her pack's lone female werewolf – and a jilted one, at that. Unlike Hudgens's Gabriella in HSM, Leah experiences heartbreak, being ditched by classmate (and fellow werewolf) Sam Uley.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

It's Girl Scout Cookie Time!!!

That wonderful time of year has come again, Girl Scout Cookies!!!

Since I am a Troop Leader, mom of a Girl Scout, and a sucker for a good cookie, I beseech you all to look inside your hearts to keep those little girls of six off the streets by purchasing cookies. Of course, I would love to have you contact me, but it would also be nice to contribute to others with need.

Okay, enough of the groveling! Cookie time really is Friday. My girls will actually be selling AND earning recognitions this year. We will also be doing booth sales, so if you'd like to visit us, I can let you know when and where!!

Because, I do not have the funds or the inclination to follow in Phyllis Nefler's footsteps (see clip from Troop Beverly Hills), I have to limit my selfless postulating to my blog.
So, make yourself, your spouse, and your kids happy and go buy some Girl Scout Cookies!

Monday, January 5, 2009

Down in the Jungle Room (Part 2)

I feel really feel bad that I didn't pay tribute to 2008, like some of my friends. I just post the previous blog.(Big shrug) Does that say something about me??? I guess I just write my "Christmas Letter" and if ya miss it, too bad!!! I just try live life the best I can and try not to worry about the rest of it.

Happy New Year to you all!!!

Down in the Jungle Room

With all this talk of people of the male persuasion and all that entails, I am reminded of "Walking in Memphis"

"....Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air.... "

Yes, ladies I have come into my own. However, I feel that I do need to defend my character. While Cary Elwes is only 46 (and by the way, I am MUCH younger than that), I do also find several other "older" men attractive such as:
Nicholas Cage who is 44. Now his is not a "classic beauty", but his preformance in "Face Off", well anything really, has to be commended. And he can sport a duster for my anyday!! (I tried to find a clip of him getting out of the car at the airport, but couldn't.)

Keanu Reeves is also 44. Patrick Swayze at 56 is nothing to sneeze at considering what he has been through.

I have been "crushing" on Keanu since "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". Yes, I AM that old.

The duster I referred to earlier, mmmm baby!!

Val Kilmer who is 49. Since I love comedies, I have to say that some of my other favorite movies are "Real Genius" and "Top Secret". Also, who could forget him in the ever lovable role of Lt. Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky from "Top Gun". He, however, has not aged well. (Picture from 1986)

Yes, I looked almost this good when I graduated, but we've all seen what happened to that!! I could never pull off the Flight Suit motiff, but you get the idea.

And who could leave out........

Sean Connery who at 78 is still hot.

He can even sport a fedora and a goatee and still be hot!!!