"When I hit 50, I realized I'm not going any younger, so I decided to go wild.
So, I started keeping bees. 
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too funny marbees!...........
LOL I agree! Keeping bees is much better exercise than running!
The age thing started hitting me about 45 or 46.. and in only 5 years there is quite a difference. Two years ago I was carrying railroad ties on my shoulder.. This year I am hard pressed to lift one end to get a chain on it.. All the while the WHISTLE and then the CRACK of the whip is getting m,ore adamant behind me.. I think she wants me to get as much done as possible before I croak.. While I am trying to stop doing so much and relax a bit before I croak!! My intention was to go sit by the window and watch for my wifes friends to walk by...
And of course they did.. so I was lining upo the shot, when I realized what the white pristine snow across the pond was about to look like.. and I thought about how happy THAT would make the wife.. I could hear the sound of the whip whistling through teh air, and the loud CRACK.. So I put my gun away... sat down to read the forums... and I get this EMail.... about this POOR POOR girl that just wants to come to the US so she can get her eyes fixed.. So Deprived and nearly starved to death..
I figure at 50, this would be either a fantastic means of staying in shape, or a fun way to commit suicide?
You do know I'm kidding right? I'd never subject that poor girl to the wrath of a woman as mean as my wife!!
Keep on Keepin on Jim!
