posted September 30, 2007 05:57 AM              

My Day of Release says:
Sunday, May 20, 2063

*wooo whooo! Seems I'll be 93 years old!

Check out the "Quote Area" too...
'"I want to be cremated so people won't come to worship at my bones."'
-Albert Einstein

orFind out how famous people died.

posted September 30, 2007 06:28 AM              

okay:

posted September 30, 2007 10:33 AM              

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Awwwww man - I'm gonna miss my holidays!!!!!

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posted September 30, 2007 10:38 AM              

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Sattvic, i could attend your funeral...

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posted September 30, 2007 12:32 PM            

Eeeeek!! Karma in cahoots with Father Time/The Grim Reaper will get us all in the end

1/28/46 for me

posted September 30, 2007 01:44 PM            

Notice the mixed slant? Mostly downward reflecting confusion, low self esteem, depression. The Capitol 'I' top and bottom strokes are mixed as well. With a short bottom stroke on and off. Confusion again...perhaps a 'who am I'? The t strokes mirror this. Being in the lower quad. Esteem again. His creativity is also plain with his 'g's' and 'a's' in particular. I could spend an hour 'reading' that writing.

posted October 23, 2007 02:34 AM              

So according to this I am going to live to be 99 and die a month before I turn 100.

I will have to wear Depends and will be peeing and pooping in them and my great grandkids will have to take me to the potty and change my diapers. LOL

I hope this is definitely wrong.

My BMI is 22 incidently - desirable

Maybe I should work on that BMI so I don't live to be 99. LOL

posted October 23, 2007 06:42 AM              

Because I'm such a great friend I thought I'd participate in your retirement fund so here you are:

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Oh and be sure to check out this listing at craigslist! Just Click Here, LOL!
-Sorry I'm so cheap...(I do have 3 children to feed)
and as far as your concern over that BMI count: This sound advice should do the trick!
Everytime you forget where you put something or what you were about to say Do this: and enjoy it to your hearts content!

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posted October 23, 2007 09:10 AM              

Thanks. Those coupons may come in handy. Those dang things are expensive.

Either my memory is already slipping worse than I thought or I shouldn't attempt to do math at 2:30 in the morning.

Actually I will die when I am 92. I'm doing the math with coffee now.

92 is the same as 99 though. Depends wise.

I am going to get me one of those little motorized carts and tool around the nursing home in it. I will organize races with the other residents. LOL

posted October 23, 2007 09:21 AM              

Thursday July 27th. 2045
If I do as I am doing now.
Going on 90.

And if I take real good care of myself;
Tuesday, March 11, 2059
104 1/2 years old.

Damn!
Auntie Odessa made it to 105!

posted October 23, 2007 10:54 AM              

There is a difference between making fun of something like Depends and the people who have to wear them and making light about what is probably an inevitable thing in my life since I already have a pretty bad case of IBS. Which has so far gotten increasingly worse through the years.

For that reason, even if I only live another 15 years if I am lucky, most likely I will be forking out a lot of money on Depends.

Even if and when I should have to use Depends I will still not take it so seriously that I cannot laugh about it. Though I won't find it a pleasant experience as I am sure those adults that have to wear them now don't.

posted October 24, 2007 01:14 AM              

Fayte, while I sympathize with your particular medical issues; This thread was by no means meant to offend or be disrespectful towards you.

In fact, it was posted in lighthearted fun about the subject of death. It is a natural part of the aging process to lose control over your bladder, it is also a natural event most woman have experienced through the joys of motherhood at one point or another.
I myself have experienced this. I do not take it so seriously that I cannot laugh about it. Mirandee and I were acting playful towards one another making light of the subject at hand. [This is our way of embracing Life] She was obviously not offended by it, nor thought it in poor taste.

As the posts title implies:
The Death Clock - Hours of amusement, LOL!
-It's pretty clear that satire is to be a part of it's contents...

The original post further provides a disclaimer for those who may be unsure:
NOT to be taken seriously. Quick entertainment all the same, LOL!

-So in closing I'd like to say: I feel that your sensitivity is unwarrented. I appreciate reading your posts when they are topic related. In the right time and place. The above posts of yours should perhaps have been placed in the Health and Healing area of this website.

If you do so choose to begin a thread addressing these issues there, I will be more than happy to participate. You may be surprised to discover how different my views are on these subjects. I do not see embarrassment or shame in these life challenges at all. I embrace Life and all it's little quirks.

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Fayte- I hope that Auntie Odessa guides you to achieve a ripe old age here on this earth. You have much to offer others. Always remember too... that you are here to learn as well.