Bungee Jumping in Mexico

Subject: Bungee-jumping in Mexico

Aggie and Clar were bungee jumping one day.



Being an industrious Newfoundlander, Aggie says to Clar, 'You know we could make a lot of money running our own bungee-jumping business in Mexico .'

Clar thinks this is a great idea, so they sell their cabin, pool their money and buy everything they need: a tower, an elastic cord, insurance, the whole nine yards.

They travel to Mexico and begin to set up on the square. As they are constructing the tower, a crowd begins to assemble. Slowly, more and more people gather to watch them at work. When they had finished, there was such a crowd, Clar thought it would be a great opportunity to get the message out to a large group so they should give a demonstration, so Aggie jumps.

She bounces at the end of the cord, but when she comes back up, Clar notices that she has a few cuts and scratches. Unfortunately, Clar isn't able to catch her and she falls again, bounces, and comes back up again. This time, she is bruised and bleeding. Again, Clar misses her. Aggie falls again and bounces back up.

This time, she comes back pretty messed up -- she's got a couple of broken bones and is almost unconscious.

Luckily, Clar finally catches her this time and says, ‘Sweet Jayzuz, Girl, What happened? Was the cord too long?'

Barely able to speak, Aggie gasps, 'No, the bungee cord was fine ...it was the crowd! ...What the F**K is a piñata?!'

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MY WISH FOR EACH OF YOU IS TO BE ABLE TO SEE EACH DAY AS THIS MAN DID.

This is AWESOME....something we should all remember.

A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.

As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. 'I love it,' he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

'Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait.'

That doesn't have anything to do with it,' he replied." Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged-- It’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away just for this time in my life.

Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

1. Free your heart from hatred.

2. Free your mind from worries.

3. Live simply.

4. Give more.

5. Expect less.

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Here's a tip as you get older: Never wear a hearing aid, because if you do, people expect you to listen to them!

WANNA DO

Remember when you were working (or still are) and you made these weekly “to do lists?” Okay, you made them daily aren’t you just flippin precious!

When you retire those to do lists kind of get tossed aside and it’s one of those retirement pleasure we all enjoy with a sadistic grin on our faces! Instead we have “wanna do, or gonna do” items and the best part, they have no particular time limit. Ain’t that a hoot? And I suppose if I was totally fair, retirees also have a "I ain't doing nuthin" list too. Now that one is a real hoot and we all love it!

Now you can call these “goals,” or “objectives,” or even “challenges,” but for me wanna do or gonna do works just fine – and does not have some horrible time line or deadline! In fact, it allows me to do things at my own pace, which is damn nice!

One of my “wanna do’s” this summer was to walk around Norwood Lake. I don’t mean the entire flippin lake,[that would mean around Norwood, into to Potsdam and who knows where else that sucker goes]--- get real, just the Norwood Lake Road – that road/street is some hike. Now in order to do this, you are going hike up a hill, either on Route 56 or the hill headed to the Norwood Beach[either one is a climb and a thigh workout!].

The first time I hiked up the Norwood hill toward Potsdam I thought I would fall in total exhaustion when I got to Ficacco’s garage, but nope, I managed to stay upright and continued on. Then instead of crossing by the Lobster House, I went up and over the dry Bridge (another flippin hill). Anyway, that hike was wonderful and I had blisters to prove it! This time went up the hill again and crossed over by the Lobster House. Now I could walk around but decided that was one long walk and it is damn muggy out there. So I cut through the woods behind my daughter’s house. This saved me a few steps not many but trust me at this point a few was most welcomed!

Hey, it took me an hour and half to hike this route and it is damn muggy out there and with my red face and sweaty body I was one beautiful sight to behold. Good thing beauty is in the eye of the beholder, because nobody would be beholding me this morning! Sweet Martha, this has to be worth more than 6 activity points?

Now I can claim I did one of the wanna do items – not only did I do it but I did it twice – yes, I count going up and over the bridge – what the hell same distance, just a different route and more hills on the bridge route!

I am truly hoping all this walking will help me with my quest to conquer cross country skiing. I have purchased shorter skis and I still need to buy ski boots but hey, I am determined to master this activity. I did downhill skiing for years (okay it has been a few since I last skied but nonetheless, I do know how to ski. However, down hill and X-country are not the same as I learned last year. Oh yes, I could take lessons but what in hell would the fun in that be? I prefer my "fall and rise" method. I'm not gonna set any records but then, I'm just out there moving my fat ass around and trying to keep active -- not become some accomplished XC skier -- give me a break!


I will still snowshoe, as that is great fun and a nice workout but I really think cross-country skiing is super-duper and I want to do it – hey, you gotta have “wanna do or gonna do” items or you’ll go bonkers – or worse, you’ll sit inside, eat and gain weight. Hell, I can look at food and gain weight, so imagine if I eat too – holy Martha.

Hey, you all have a grand ole day – kids definitely went back to school today – I know many a Mom is doing the back-to-school dance.

Be careful reading the fine print. There's no way you're going to like it!