“When the rich rob the poor it’s called business. When the poor fight back it’s called violence.” ~~ Mark Twain
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“When the rich rob the poor it’s called business. When the poor fight back it’s called violence.” ~~ Mark Twain
To see more Quotes for Day, visit this link: Quotes for the Day
I took a trip down to Mississippi for a few days to visit my buddy down there, and to get in a few rounds of golf with my old – now really old – group of Mississippian golfing companions.
As is our wont each night Señora and I touched base to hear each others’ voice and see how our respective days had gone.
My last night there towards the end of the phone call I suggested phone sex to Señora, more to pick at her than anything else.
She replied with little hesitation, “Not tonight Dear, I have a headache.”
Oh the thrill is gone.
As one of my brothers so delightfully pointed out to me, I have entered my 8th decade. For most of my adult life I have more or less tried to live a reasonably healthy life style.
I put down the cigarettes when I was 31. Drugs have never been my thing, and even if they had been, keeping a job in corporate America would have put them on a back burner.
I have and still do exercise regularly. Currently I do a combination of stretches, weights and aerobic exercises for an hour or more on an average of five times a week. With Señora’s help Continue reading “A Common Attitude of Viejos???”
I do not usually do two Word of Day in succession, but I received an email listing contronyms. While not related, they are readily lumped together. See this link to see a lits of contronyms: 75 Contronyms (Words with Contradictory Meanings)
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yeah I know you did not ask!
Divorce is never easy, sometimes very necessary, but never easy. While going through mine during the last century I came across the following that accurately described how I felt at the time.
Divorce is like hacking off one of your limbs, yourself, using a rusty, very dull, undersized pocket knife.
Oucher for sure.
I was thinking about divorce for reasons I do not need to get into here, but when do you know it is time to get a divorce? Obviously, it is a very complex situation with many factors, and it is different for every person/couple. Getting divorce can be expensive, time consuming, and emotionally devastating. Frequently it is not for the weak of heart.
However, I think the when can be summarized by saying it is when one or both persons in a marriage stop treating the other person with respect, especially if it is a long term pattern. It is time to go. It is time to split the blanket. Life is too damn short to live like that.
And so it goes… about 50% of the time in the United States of Acrimony.
I subscribe to several YouTube channels and when I go there they usually have several “suggestions” directing you to the YouTube rabbit hole. I fell into this one as I met a Little Rascal years ago. Not one the original members recounted in this video, but a later replacement. But still a Little Rascal. Follow this link to read about my encounter with this child actor: Dissed by a Little Rascal
It was a little traumatic at the time, but now I have a funny anecdote.
And so it goes.
yeah I know you did not ask!
Another random anecdote, Señora... I remember years ago – and I mean years ago – when I bought a pair of dress shoes for $50. I thought I had done something extraordinarily extravagant. Now days you cannot even buy a pair of junky sneakers for a Grant. Heck, I just looked, you can spend close to a Benjamin on a pair of Crocs®!!!!
What started me down this path was the trip I took to Lowe’s this morning to buy some necessaries for fall yard work. On the way there the dash board light came on in my pickup saying, “I’m hungry, feed me, feed me, I need push-a-line. ”
Without even having the time to wipe the tears out of my eyes I went through a c-note and a Jackson.
I think I have a sawbuck left in my wallet.
My how times have changed.
And so it goes.
I have four possible predictions on my final exit from the travails of this cruel world.
My first possibility is very pedestrian. I go out the normal way, succumbing to one of the many infirmities that can affect us viejos. I am sure y’all can list them by heart.
A second possible way is that I will be walking down the stairs. My progressive bifocals are not on properly, I step down where I think the step is, but it is not. I tumble down the stairs and break my neck. I have come close to doing this more times than I can count .
The third way involves neighbors up the street from us who run Continue reading “Four Possible Exit Predictions”
As these things come and go, I have no idea if it is still in vogue, but the slang, at least for a while, was to refer to the male specific anatomy as “junk”. At least I heard a lot of comedians on the telly doing so. Recently Señora referred to my personal masculine anatomical configuration as paraphernalia.
Paraphernalia… hmm, I didn’t know about that. One dictionary definition of this word is: trappings associated with a particular institution or activity that are regarded as superfluous. What is superfluous, the trappings, the institution or activity? There appears to be a little ambiguity in that definition. Another source gives the definition as: the separate real or personal property of a married woman that she can dispose of by will and sometimes according to common law during her life.
To the second definition…OUCH. To the first, I certainly do not consider my apparatus superfluous – at least yet, and I am hoping Señora does not either.
But then again I did wonder what Señora had been smoking that she had paraphernalia on her mind.
And soooooo it goes.