I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
Nope, no need to recreate... I do believe you are correct that God will take it from here.
Kinda bummed though.............my mom doesn't like seafood! OH NO! I shall have to devise a way to assure her sushi is not seafood ;)
pretty soon my sons will be on here asking ; how do you take an old mans guns and knives ? wont stop ridin his trike , tired of pulling him outta the fence , cusses a blue streak , cooks over open fire in garage floor , eats zanax like skittles , plays headbanging music all night , steals my weed , etc ..
Your body is telling you to slow down, but we all know you won't. If you lose your humour, than we'll worry.
Cap, I have no doubt whatsoever, that you will be a handful ! Probably a fun handful but still..... better lay off those zannies... hard as heck to get off
Say it isn't sooooo
It was like the other day I wanted a 25' telephone cord that goes from the phone to the receiver.... another hunt to find one, any color, I didn't care for my landline telephone. I keep the landlines because I can hear soooooo much better calling landline to landline [no dropped calls, no loud background noise, the person I am talking to is not SHOUTING in the phone, nor calling from the bathroom, and 911 knows automatically where I live].
im fi'n to fry pork chops . im getting my own life back a little at a time and the old me would fry chops at midnight . the younger me would drag a pig under the fence by one back leg , stick a knife in his aorta then cut him up and eat him . maybe in refinding myself we'll try to pass over my 20 ' s and 30 ' s ..
RIGirl.... there wasn't a poem and I would love to read it... I miss my dad everyday. Hardest thing I ever went through was his passing.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.