By 50 a woman should know how to:
OK, I am sharing this list sent to me by my SIL. I guess I received it 15 years too late. I am using that as my excuse for so many failures. Must have been quilting when lots of these learning opportunities sailed on by. Oh, well. . . . .
By 50, women should know how to: Say “no” without feeling guilty. Book their own travel. Say “I’m sorry” and mean it. Laugh at themselves. Change a tire. Take themselves out to dinner and/or a movie — on their own. Get around in a foreign country. Program and operate their TV (this is easier said than done!). Mix at least a few classic cocktails. Do their own taxes. Invest in the stock market. Make themselves and their own needs a priority. Sew — at least a little. Defend themselves against an attacker with at least one signature self-defense move. Perform CPR. Carve a turkey. Choose their own wine. Light a grill — and then cook on it. Swim. Order a credit report — and then be able to read it. Examine their own breasts. Graciously accept a compliment. Flip their own breaker. Plunge a toilet. Properly hang photos and artwork. Whip up a signature dish that’s not spaghetti or meatloaf. Walk away from a situation or relationship when it’s not working. Tell off at least one person who deserves it. Say what they really want in bed. Put together a piece of “some assembly required” furniture. Apply makeup without a mirror. Buy something crazy expensive just because they want it. Ask for a raise. Mow their own yard. Unclog a drain. Tell which direction they are facing. Tell at least one really good joke. Make small talk with just about anyone Know when to reveal personal information — and when not to. Think critically and independently when hearing speeches and listening to the news. Paint a room. Buy the right-sized bra. Beautifully wrap a present. Hail a taxi. Reach out to an old friend. Jump a car battery. Show love with actions and not just words. Put together a real retirement strategy. Look good in a photo. Open a bottle of champagne. |
I agree. Now, how many have/can you done/do?
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Does the fact that I don't know how to do quite a few of these mean I'm still young?
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Check, check, check, check.... Only missed 4 --
1. change a tire (weak hands have always made this a problem) 2. hail a taxi (few taxis where I've lived) 3. mow my own yard (have rented since I was 56) 4. how to look good in a photo (I've never mastered this and wonder if most women feel this way) But if I had to miss any these were the most "worthless" to me in my opinion.:thumbup: Jan in VA |
There is only a couple I can't do or rather haven't done. Guess I'm doing pretty good since I still like a couple of years before I reach 50. ;)
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I've done pretty well! But have to admit there are a few I must have missed the boat! LOL
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I'm turning 50 in August, so couldn't resist this thread.....Yep....done just about all 'cept still haven't mastered "looking good in a photo"...I do a great disappearing act when someone whips out a camera:).
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Originally Posted by earthwalker
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I'm turning 50 in August, so couldn't resist this thread.....Yep....done just about all 'cept still haven't mastered "looking good in a photo"...I do a great disappearing act when someone whips out a camera:).
I can change a tire though -- even if the garage guys used an air wrench to put the lugnuts on!! |
Lots of them I can't do and some I don't care to ever do. I'm 67 and still have my Husband of 51 years. He can do most of what I can't do. Like changing a tire.
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I've done and can do everything except:
Get around in a foreign country. Program and operate their TV (this is easier said than done!). Do their own taxes. Invest in the stock market. Perform CPR. Choose their own wine. Light a grill — and then cook on it. Order a credit report — and then be able to read it. Flip their own breaker. Mow their own yard. Unclog a drain. Tell which direction they are facing. Beautifully wrap a present. Jump a car battery. Put together a real retirement strategy. Not too bad |
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