Then
Now
Children!!!!
SUCCESS!! At age
4, success
is Midlife
for Women Midlife
is when you go to the doctor and you realize you are now so old, you have to
pay someone to look at you naked. You become
more reflective in midlife. You start pondering the "big"
questions-- what is life, why am I here...how much Healthy Choice ice cream
can I eat before it's no longer a healthy choice? My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. Now she's
97 years old and we don't know where the hell she is. The only reason I would take up exercising is so that I could hear heavy
breathing again. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a
pound. Apparently you have to show up. I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what
I'm doing. I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them. The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier. If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country. And last but not least: I don't exercise because it makes the ice jump right out of my glass. You could run this over to your friends but why not just e-mail it to them! Planned Life sent in by Sue Shaffer Two women met for the first time since graduating from
high school. One asked the other, "You were always so organized
in school, Did you manage to live a well planned
life? "Oh yes," said her friend. "first, I
married a millionaire, then an actor. My
third marriage was to a preacher and now I'm married to an undertaker." Her friend asked, "what do those marriages have to
do with a well planned life?" The other answered: "One for the money, Two
for the show, Three to get ready, and Four to
go."
19 THINGS THAT IT TOOK ME 50 YEARS TO LEARN Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would
be "meetings." There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness." People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them. When God, who created the entire universe with all of its glories, decides to deliver a message to humanity, He WILL NOT use, as His
messenger, a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle. You should not confuse your career with your life. No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy. Nobody cares if you cannot dance well. Just get up and dance. Never lick a steak knife. Take out the fortune before you eat the cookie. The most powerful force in the universe is gossip. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11. "The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them. A person who is nice to you but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. Your friends love you anyway.
    It is well documented that for every mile that you jog, you add one minute to your life. My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now and we don't know where the hell she is. The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up. I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing. I don't exercise at all. If God meant us to touch our toes, he would have put them further up our body. I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them. The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier. If you are going to try cross-county skiing, start with a small country. I don't jog. It makes the ice jump right out of my vodka tonic. Truths about Life that
us Adults have learned:
GROWING "OLD" WITH YOUR SPOUSE The old man hung his head. "I have to tell you the truth," he said, "I
forgot her name about ten years ago." Webmaster, Nick Erway So dear friend, next time if you get a joke, don't think that I have
sent you just a joke, but that I have thought of you today and wanted to send you a smile. Children GAMES FOR WHEN WE ARE OLDER:
Things I've Learned through the years
in life!!! On a positive note I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it
seems today I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll
miss them when they're gone from your life. Have you ever noticed that when you're of a certain age,
everything seems uphill from where you are? Stairs are
steeper.
Groceries are heavier.
And, everything is farther away. Yesterday I walked to the corner and I was dumbfounded to discover how long our
street had become!
And, you know, people are less considerate now, especially
the young ones. They speak in whispers all the time! If you
ask them to speak up they just keep repeating themselves,
endlessly mouthing the same silent message until they're
red in the face!
What do they think I am, a lip reader?
I also think they are much younger than I was at the same
age. On the other hand, people my own age are so much
older than I am. I ran into an old friend the other day and
she has aged so much that she didn't even recognize me.
I got to thinking about the poor dear while I was combing
my hair this morning, and in doing so, I glanced at my own
reflection........
Well, REALLY NOW
......... even mirrors are not made the way they used to be!
Another thing, everyone drives so fast today! You're risking
life and limb if you just happen to pull onto the freeway in
front of them. All I can say is, their brakes must wear out
awfully fast, the way I see them screech and swerve in my
rear view mirror.
Clothing manufacturers are less civilized these days. Why
else would they suddenly start labeling a size 10 or 12
dress as 18 or 20?
Do they think no one notices that these things no longer fit
around the waist, hips, thighs, and bosom?
The people who make bathroom scales are pulling the same
prank, but in reverse. Do they think I actually "believe" the
number I see on that dial? HA! I would never let myself
weigh that much!
Just who do these people think! they're fooling?
I'd like to call up someone in authority to report what's going
on - but the telephone company is in on the conspiracy too:
AND - they've printed the phone books in such small type that no one could ever find a number in here!
All I can do is pass along this warning: Maturity is under attack!
Unless something drastic happens, pretty soon "everyone" will
have to suffer these awful indignities.
...I've learned that you cannot make someone love
you. All you can do is 1. Sag, You're it. 2. Hide and go pee. 3. 20 Questions shouted into your good ear. 4. Kick the bucket 5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over. 6. Musical recliners. 7. Simon says something incoherent. 8. Pin the Toupee on the bald guy.
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Long hair
Longing for hair
Acid rock
Acid reflux
Keg
EKG
Moving to California because it's
cool
Moving to California because it's warm
You're growing
pot
You're growing
pot
(Think about it)
Watching John Glenn's historic flight with your parents
Watching John Glenn's historic flight with your kids.
Trying to look like Marlon Brando or Elizabeth Taylor
Trying
not to look like Marlon Brando or Elizabeth Taylor
Seeds and
stems
Roughage
Popping pills, smoking
joints
Popping joints
Our president's struggle with
Fidel
President's struggle with fidelity
AARP
Paar
Weed killer
Killer
weed
Hoping for a
BMW
Hoping for a BM
The Grateful
Dead
Dr. Kevorkian
Getting out to a new, hip
joint
Getting a new hip joint
Mood
Stones
Kidney Stones
Called into the principal's
office
Storming into the principal's office
Peace
Sign
Mercedes Logo
Getting your head
stoned
Getting your headstone
Father Knows
Best
Go ask your mother!
Parents begging you to get a
haircut
Children beg to get their head shaved
The perfect
high
he perfect high-yield mutual fund
Take
acid
Take antacid
VW
Microbus
Voyager Minivan
Passing the driving
test
Passing the vision test
Whatever!
"Depends"!
They'll choose your
nursing home.
..............not peeing your pants.
At age 12, success is
...............having friends.
At age 20, success is
...............having sex.
At age 35, success is
...............making money.
At age 60, success is
...............having sex.
At age 70, success is
...............having friends.
At age 80, success is
...............not peeing your pants.
You might be from upstate NY if... (Beki
Harshaw)
1000 or more.

Midlife
women no longer have upper arms, we have wingspans...we are no longer women in
sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels
in drag.
Midlife
has hit you when you stand naked in front of a mirror and can see your rear
end without turning around.
You know you
are getting old when you go for a mammogram and you realize it is the only
time someone will ask you to appear topless in film.
You know
you've crossed the midlife threshold when you're in the grocery store and you
hear a Muzak version of "Stairway to Heaven" in the produce
department.
Midlife is
when you bounce (a lot), but you don't bounce back. (It's more like
Splat!)
Midlife
brings the wisdom that life throws you curves...and that you're now sitting on
your biggest ones.
It's very
hard to "get jiggy with it" in midlife... jiggly, yes; jiggy, no.
Midlife is
when your 1970s Body-by-Jake now includes Legs-by-Rand McNally. (more red and
blue lines than an accurately scaled map of the state of Wisconsin).
Midlife is
when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream,
"Listen, honey, even the Roman Empire fell, and those things will too!
Midlife can
bring out your angry, bitter side. You look at your latte-swilling,
beeper-wearing, know-it-all teenager and think, "For this I have stretch
marks?
Midlife is
when your memory really starts to go. The only thing you still retain is
water.
It is well documented that for every minute that you exercise, you add one
minute to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5
months in a nursing home at $5000 per month.
THE CLASS REUNION
Every ten years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
"A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail."
I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted "least" now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.
They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
By the fortieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.
And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.
I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party;
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.
The End
By Dave Barry and
Submitted by Mark Britton
EXERCISE
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This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5000 per
month.
Your sweetie says, "Let's go upstairs and make love," and you answer,
"Honey,I can't do both!"
Your friends compliment you on
your new alligator shoes and you're barefoot.
For example, I'm sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't
hurt.
An elderly gent was invited to his old friends' home for dinner one evening. He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every request to
his wife with endearing terms -- calling her Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc.. The couple had been married almost 70 years,
and they were still very clearly in love.
While the wife was off in the kitchen, the man leaned over and said to his buddy, "I think it's wonderful that after all the years you've been
married, you still call your wife those loving pet names."
Sometimes, we wonder why friends send jokes to us without writing a
word. --Maybe this could explain:
When I am very busy, but still want to keep in touch,
- guess what I do
-- I forward jokes.
When I have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact,
-- I forward jokes.
When I have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how,
-- I forward jokes.
I forward jokes.
guess what you get? ----- A forwarded joke from me.
When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less;
I needn't hold my tummy in just to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older, I've set my body free;
There's comfort of elastic where once my waist would be.
The inventor of high-heeled shoes, my feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now, but used to wear a seven.
And about those pantyhose--they're sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on,the crotch is at my knees?
I need to wear these glasses as the prints were getting smaller;
And it wasn't very long ago I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to silver and my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
It's Just the outside's changed a little bit.
life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things:
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a
"life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing
the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch - holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on
the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them
feel.
SIGNS YOU LIVE IN THE YEAR
2001, submitted by Wilma Nelson Coats.
To my FRIENDS:
In Kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was
left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your
hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot
yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in
gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked
them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the
night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and
old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you
wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have
someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced
your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with
Nick [or Glenn] or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a
college/university assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with
your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you
go.
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the
biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the
bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal
with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it
through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you
as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days
of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had
these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were
loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two
choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to
take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you
of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when
you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence,
goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you
deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a
better person, and most importantly loves you!
Pass on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and those you have
met along the way.
Thank you for being a friend. No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped us get
there.
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends how much you miss
them or how much you love them.
If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean. Never be afraid to express yourself. Take
this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets.
Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you
the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway.
The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets may
stay around forever.
As
I've Matured...
...I've learned
that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
...I've
learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just
jackasses.
...I've
learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes
suspicion, not
proof, to destroy it.
...I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly
distributed.
...I've
learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more
screwed up than you think.
...I've
learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
...I've
learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.
...I've
learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're
finished.
...I've
learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
...I've learned
that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
...I've learned
age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
...I've
learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
...I've learned that we are responsible for what we
do, unless we are celebrities.
...I've learned that artificial intelligence is no
match for natural stupidity.
...I've learned that 99% of the time when
something isn't working in your house,
one of your kids did it.
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
...I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken
from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away.
And the real pains in the ass are permanent.GAMES
FOR WHEN WE ARE OLDER
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