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Women Over 40

Frank Kaiser via Suddenly Senior...

As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

"A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.

Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!"

The Husband Store

This is a copy of an email that I received awhile ago... Post Your FAVES here!
Just for fun, ladies!! TeeHee-Don't you wish?

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A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City where a woman may go to choose a husband.

Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:

You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights.

The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or maychoose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!

So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.
On the first floor the sign on the door reads:
Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.

She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor, where the
sign reads:
Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.
'That's nice,' she thinks, 'but I want more.'

So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:
Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.
'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.

She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:
Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.
'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'

Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:

Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.

She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign reads:

Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.
Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.

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PLEASE NOTE:
To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a
new Wives Store just across the street.
The first floor has wives that love sex.
The second floor has wives that love sex and have money, and like beer.
The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never been visited.

Do Blondes Really Have More fun?

In recent years I’ve entered a new world called ‘The World of the Dumb Blonde.” As a natural brunette, I confess that I’ve been guilty of laughing at and passing on dumb blonde jokes for the sake of a good laugh, even going so far as teasing friends that were in the category.

I especially liked the joke about the blonde sitting in the beauty salon chair who listened to a recording while she was having her hair done. When her headphones were removed by the stylist to cut her hair, she promptly died. The hair stylist listened through the headset, thinking that perhaps it was some kind of self-help regimen. The voice on the tape calmly instructed, ‘Breathe in, Breathe out’.

I wonder, is that one still going around? It’s pretty funny in the telling, especially if you’re not a blonde!

I also enjoyed a blonde joke moment when a redheaded friend of mine, after listening to a dark-haired Italian friend repeat something that she shouldn’t have in front of the redhead’s husband, lifted the woman’s hair and said, “Is there any blonde hiding under there?”

As a brunette at the time, I likewise had a good laugh. Another bleach blonde friend standing nearby, made a face at her, and me. Understandably so.

At 51-going-on-52, I’ve developed a very real aversion to that ‘other color’ beneath my now blonde hair. Prior to this, I really didn’t have a clue as to the difference between low lights and highlights, or the difference between light brown and dark blonde. Could’ve fooled me.

I wore various shades of red for a while but then decided that most women my age who wear red in little flipped-up hairdos look like just what they are—Old Women trying to look young.    So I took the plunge and went blonde. I’ve had mixed responses. Some people love it, some hate it, some wisely don’t comment. I’ve also been told it makes me look older-eww! Definitely not what I wanted to hear.

So I’ve settled for the dark blonde with red lowlights and bleach-blonde highlights ‘look’. Works for me, and I rather like it although sometimes when I look in the mirror, it’s still a shock. I always liked my brunette hair with my fair skin and blue eyes, although at times I used to feel cheated. My Dad had black hair and my Mom’s hair was auburn, so I felt caught in the middle: black+red=MUD. And then, horror of horrors, the darker my hair became as I entered my late twenties to early thirties, my Mom informed me that I was going to go gray soon. Gee whiz, thanks Mom.

I vowed to myself that I would never, NEVER rub it into my three daughters’ or even my son’s face (although he is losing his hair at 27, poor kid!) when each of them goes the inevitable way of gray.  Must have been that tight baseball cap…

 And the hubby has been gray for quite awhile, at least what’s left of his once abundant hair. Sigh. Never thought I’d be married to a bald man, I just didn’t think about that at the ripe old age of nineteen-going-on-twenty. So recently I laid my hand on top of his shiny bare head and prayed for the hair to grow back. I’m still believing!  With God, all things are possible! 

Hm, thought about trying that with my gray, too. Why not me, right? Sagging, wrinkles, etc., included. TeeHee!

Back to the Blondes…

I posed this question to my daughter who sent me an email from work that contained one more dumb blond joke in the form of a picture. But having become blonde in recent years, I just don’t get it.

So I pose this question to all of you ‘dumb blondes’ out there or anyone else that my have an interesting comment:

If 'blondes have more fun' and 'gentlemen prefer blondes',
what does that say

1) To women,

2) and About men?

Think about the message that's being sent. It's not new, but I was just struck by the sheer volume of jokes that are continually made on this subject that never seem to end.

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