tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post7554274937764620366..comments2023-11-14T20:29:04.094-08:00Comments on Pearl, Why You Little...: Well, I Can See I'm Going to Have to Take Back a Lot of What I've Said...Pearlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-82679055664886323552013-10-14T05:56:35.225-07:002013-10-14T05:56:35.225-07:00I was only discussing this with a friend last nigh...I was only discussing this with a friend last night, as we compared weight gains from giving up our youthful vices.<br /><br />I told her that we still could bikini up and wash the car. Sure, would possibly have different reactions to that offered in our youths, but we could totally claim it as the new rats-tail.<br /><br />"We could start a movement" I told her. We totally could. Once we start jiggling, it just doesn't stop!jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17322709527738134797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-51475289482311961932013-10-14T05:19:38.702-07:002013-10-14T05:19:38.702-07:00You know the worst bit about aging? It's that ...You know the worst bit about aging? It's that when we were young and perfect in our bikinis, photography was crap. WHY couldn't digital cameras have been out when my hair was shiny and legs un-dimpled? Why couldn't the technology then "move on" to 110 cameras that focused no better than a pin hole camera made from a cereal box now when we could use a little less detailed imaging?<br /><br />Bring on winter please.<br />imbeingheldhostagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00771374087307254969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-90507662054941562902013-10-14T05:16:21.310-07:002013-10-14T05:16:21.310-07:00The nice thing about aging (for me) is that I no l...The nice thing about aging (for me) is that I no longer care what other people think. And that has freed up hours of time - makeup and curling irons have gone out the window, as well as high heels (except for special occasions).Lihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-52535065058430237952013-10-14T00:16:33.611-07:002013-10-14T00:16:33.611-07:00Ah, Winter...when you can tuck the flab into Track...Ah, Winter...when you can tuck the flab into Track Pants and tell everyone it's way too cold to be wearing anything else.. Right here, right now in Southern Australia it's hot and getting hotter (wish I was) Ive worn nothing but shorts and T-shirts for several weeks now with several months left to go.Tempohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01023337124226272532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-77274068935185788122013-10-13T21:55:53.321-07:002013-10-13T21:55:53.321-07:00Bikini?? Bite your tongue woman! I ditched that th...Bikini?? Bite your tongue woman! I ditched that thing 35 years ago and am currently searching for a neck to ankle swimsuit, to cover up all those interesting little (and not so little) veins.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-45282738470241830112013-10-13T19:27:06.585-07:002013-10-13T19:27:06.585-07:00I'm not fat, I'm fluffy!I'm not fat, I'm fluffy!Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16609173450576055443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-2256245667581673252013-10-13T18:17:16.743-07:002013-10-13T18:17:16.743-07:00Don't worry. Most guys go trough the same tur...Don't worry. Most guys go trough the same turmoil. I'm always on the elusive search for the fountain of youth, and have found that exercise is the best medicine. I've always been a runner, and I think that's helped me maintain my appearance. Heck, I still get carded at the store when buying wine and beer, and that makes me feel great...<br /><br />...that is until I recently saw their sign saying that they card everyone under 65. Ah well, that dashes that dream.HermanTurniphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15448138758753193112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-5875213300220672692013-10-13T18:10:47.453-07:002013-10-13T18:10:47.453-07:00The best reason ever for living in COLD country.The best reason ever for living in COLD country.Leeniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655189620056032790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-46998344295428595802013-10-13T17:51:39.917-07:002013-10-13T17:51:39.917-07:00It's quite a deal, isn't it - youth in ret...It's quite a deal, isn't it - youth in return for wisdom. Who ever thought THAT was a good idea?jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-31963593513053474842013-10-13T17:35:14.947-07:002013-10-13T17:35:14.947-07:00Yes, and by "winter is coming" we are no...Yes, and by "winter is coming" we are not thinking weather or climate.vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-8963344401808652642013-10-13T16:21:21.560-07:002013-10-13T16:21:21.560-07:00I'd always suspected the reason my boys all ha...I'd always suspected the reason my boys all have huge ears is because I was so generous with the teacup handle jokes when my nephew John was the only grandchild.<br />It's a lucky thing I didn't make fun of his tail.Nessa Lockehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10793613496258240147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-40084981642165632012013-10-13T14:56:45.851-07:002013-10-13T14:56:45.851-07:00Soft lighting is the key, Pearl. I only go out af...Soft lighting is the key, Pearl. I only go out after dusk now and never eat in family restaurants. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-64056884857642037232013-10-13T14:36:23.960-07:002013-10-13T14:36:23.960-07:00PearlyGirl! Dammit woman, I've seen recent pic...PearlyGirl! Dammit woman, I've seen recent pictures. The blonde-and-fluffy one with the jeans, choker and red handbag at the bus stop. Huh? HUH? And I can tell you I still think you're a total hottie. You can bet your bingo wings on it, baby. Roth xIndigo Rothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-54011620306329573532013-10-13T12:27:42.634-07:002013-10-13T12:27:42.634-07:00And, as we lurch towards literal summer, my metaph...And, as we lurch towards literal summer, my metaphorical winter is here. Brilliant post. As usual.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-9736672591568792792013-10-13T11:44:04.020-07:002013-10-13T11:44:04.020-07:00Dude, everything's bigger than it was in high ...Dude, everything's bigger than it was in high school, it's a sad fact. Except egos, egos are invariably smaller. You might not fit into those tiny-ass Levi's you wore when you were 17 but man, your dignity(i.e. MY dignity) fits into a gnat's ass.<br /><br />Also, just to forewarn you, Quaking Pudding is going to be my new blog. You might THINK I'm joking but I need a change and well. I'm stealing it. Kisses! :)VEGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07704685920354554043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-70407778917878552132013-10-13T11:17:46.277-07:002013-10-13T11:17:46.277-07:00"still fit into the earrings I wore in high s..."still fit into the earrings I wore in high school" - that's outrageous!<br />I'm thinking a bikini wearing dishwasher with the right build and - oh nevermind.Bill Lislemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15187273560129198423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-81244678551208565082013-10-13T11:03:37.240-07:002013-10-13T11:03:37.240-07:00Nothing quite like seeing my grandmother in my bat...Nothing quite like seeing my grandmother in my bathroom mirror for the first time.<br /><br />My bikini days are over and it's a cold winter comin' on.<br /><br />Perfect post Pearl!Slickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07114087413899569980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-61961694869509647152013-10-13T10:00:29.291-07:002013-10-13T10:00:29.291-07:00I think in our youth it we just don't think......I think in our youth it we just don't think... you made me laugh about the not mocking someone bald... my sisters and I used to mock our step mother and rather large butt... we wall ended up with a large butt... hahaha... it was a trait from our own mother as come to find out :) Launna https://www.blogger.com/profile/09447311902825477772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-17730200860880272752013-10-13T09:57:18.870-07:002013-10-13T09:57:18.870-07:00I'm 79 & this was not amusing. True--but ...I'm 79 & this was not amusing. True--but not amusing!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-63702371246262657302013-10-13T09:23:41.443-07:002013-10-13T09:23:41.443-07:00Time does take a toll on us all--something we don&...Time does take a toll on us all--something we don't realize when we haven't yet accumulated very much time of our own yet. :)<br /><br />You always make me smile, Pearl.Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03865193802444007545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-59924674417512727952013-10-13T08:11:44.860-07:002013-10-13T08:11:44.860-07:00I wake up and still see an 18 year old stud...deni...I wake up and still see an 18 year old stud...denial, maybe, but it is good to be a man...Hell when I was 18 I was never a stud!joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-35738496837285561402013-10-13T07:27:44.931-07:002013-10-13T07:27:44.931-07:00Yes...you go along just fine for years thinking &q...Yes...you go along just fine for years thinking "this is great, I'm not aging" an then one morning you get up, look in the mirror and say, "who the H is that?" Wondeful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060614279393262320.post-26826674930234511242013-10-13T07:17:18.635-07:002013-10-13T07:17:18.635-07:00"Oh yes, that all sounds delightful. and mayb..."Oh yes, that all sounds delightful. and maybe if you could make the lines between nose and mouth a smidgen deeper, and the shadows under my eyes a deeper shade of purple? And I will take a side of hair in unusual places, as well. could you heat it the whole. package and then drench it in night sweats? Ahhh. perfect.". Loved this, Pearl.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com