Free... Yes...FREE time Is what retirement brings Leisure, lounging and loafing And other lazy things

Six happy years together Such a perfect matching You're entering the 7 year itch zone This is no time for scratching

Take life with a pinch of salt A shot of tequila and a wedge of lime Do nothing at all But take your time

The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!

May today be filled With bright hopes for the future And happy memories of the past

It started with a simple ring, You became husband and wife, You progressed to being parents And you're still best friends for life.

May every memory that you share Of dreams you've seen come true, Help make this special anniversary day A happy one, for the two of you

Goodbyes are not forever Goodbyes aren't final, when You only mean we'll miss you Until we meet again

May you always be each other's best friend, May your mutual love continue to be so May your successful marriage continue to thrive May love flourish, prosper, bloom and grow

It's all flags, fireworks, family, food and fun That's July Four July Five, the fun is done The fireworks are no more

You really must stop acting Like a 20-year-old, gold plated In a midlife crisis You just graduated Happy 60th

With prayer, we shall keep our heart pure.

Scars are the medals of success, not the glitters or the gold.

The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level ofthinking we were at when we created them. - Albert Einstein

Always a BOY FRIEND, never a BOYFRIEND.

This is the highest wisdom that I own freedom and life are earned by those alone who conquer them each day anew.

I have never been able to see myself as fitting into one category, and I have never been able to limit my contact with people to one group of people.

We have next to consider the formal definition of virtue.

We're more popular than Jesus Christ now.

Lacking many of the essential implements, it irritated me to be reduced to impotence in the face of artistic projects to which I had passionately given myself.

The blues is the roots, the rest is the fruits.