by Lisa Pecchenino
For all the CapEd customers wondering if you had to adjust your route on your daily or weekly errands, no worries, CapEd is not planning on building or moving their location now or in the near future according to Berry Prindle, Business Development Specialist, at CapEd. Denied again. It was just a rumor.
On the McDonalds front it’s looking good. Building permits are waiting to be picked up at City Hall. Woot, Woot.
As another birthday is on the horizon and we sit and hope it would just pass us by. Is age just a state of mind?
Do you remember when you where a kid? Age 30 looked so old. It was pointed out to me the other day that the older you get the younger 30, 40, 50 and so on looks. Thirty is the new 20, 40 is the new 30, matter of fact 30 seems young to me now. If you’re past this age you’ll understand.
As the years go by certain things begin to annoy you, making you feel slightly older. Like when they advertise the ‘Golden Oldies’ music that you are quite familiar with as it was the year you graduated from high school. You know the one, with the guy blurting out at you to buy them while they last, get it while you can, before you are six feet under? Does he know something I don’t?
I frequently find myself saying things my parents used to say. When this happens I quickly look in the mirror to make sure it was really me and not my mother I just heard talking. And for you that are not aware, growing old and gravity seem to go hand in hand. You start getting referred to as Ma’am instead of Ms. Hair starts growing where there shouldn’t be any and it stops growing in places you want it too! Wrinkles, dry skin, bad backs, gray hair. What did you say? Oh, how about your hearing. I wont even mention your memory. What was I talking about?
More grooming is needed and by now we just don’t have the time to pluck, color, wax, whiten, shave, or diet to enhance the way we look.
I hear with age comes wisdom. Or wait until your golden years. So as I get one year older I don’t feel any smarter and I’m still searching for those golden years. That must mean that the new 50 is really 40. So I’m good. Did I just say that? Excuse me, I seem to hear my mother calling.