A left-handed compliment
We’ve been trying to walk every day since the weather broke.
We’ve walked every day this month, and today we walked a total of 4.5 miles.
I had to do something, my fat ass creeped up to 260 again
Fortunately we found a dog park, off an improved walking path, in which to park
The first time we walked this path we parked in a shopping center at one end. Evidently the shopping Centre doesn’t appreciate that and issued me a $55.00 ticket.
Not a real citation, one from the company that manages the parking. I could get towed or booted if I park on one of their properties again, if I don’t pay.
Yeah…
Right…
They don’t make a ‘Denver Boot’ that big, and you’d need a tractor trailer to tow the Dude. Not that I’ll use any of your lots again purposely.
Yesterday, as we returned to dog park from our walk, I hit the men’s room.
On my way back to the where the truck was parked, I walked by a group of 7-8 city or county maintenance men. Thier white work trucks with the seal, backed in, parked in a row. They appeared to be just finishing the loading up of tools and were bullshiting, when one noticed me.
He turned to the other gentleman and said
“That’s what I’m going to look like when I get ‘old’!”
I must be getting soft.
There was a time when I would have quipped
“Who you calling old motherfucker?!?”
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“Gypsies, tramps, and thieves”
La Hacienda de Hombre Grande (The estate of the ‘big man’) as I used to call our ‘Palatial Estate’…
It was a 30 year old 3900 sq ft brick rambler, with a full basement, on 7 wooded acres. Built personally by the original owner (poorly).
It had a 1/5 of a mile long, paved asphalt driveway.
When we took possession, there was the beginning of a pothole near the entrance. Later, When we replaced our shallow well, and had ‘City water’ hooked up, they of course had to cut a strip of it up in order to connect the water to the main.
It was a bit of a mess. I had purchased several 5 gal buckets of ‘cold patch’ to repair it.
Then one day I came back from a work trip to discover my double garage full of my Sister in laws household goods for storage. I would not see the interior of my garage for 3 years. (Yes, I’m still a little miffed about it)
I finally found those buckets of cold patch, a decade later, out in the woods, behind our storage shed.
But, I digress.
In the mean time, one day, while I was home, a truck with two ...
“Family Man”
The left, not just in this country, but in the west and most developed nations, have been pushing this narrative.
“In order to be ‘truly fulfilled’, you need a career, and lots of disposable income, to buy ‘things’ to make you happy.”
Whether inadvertently, or purposely, it has caused a dramatic drop in the birth rate. After all, children aren’t cheap, and they require an investment of time.
These things make being a high earning, selfish consumer, problematic.
The solution to this, according to western Progressive Governments is to import the third world, because they are still having babies.
Not having children, in my humble opinion, is an act of selfish denial.
I was once there myself.
I was afraid of being a father.
What the hell do I know about being a ‘Dad’, I’m still a ‘kid’ myself.
I, in my opinion, had horrible selfish parents. If birth control was readily available in the ‘50s and early ‘60s, I wouldn’t exist.
That made me afraid that I would be the same. I really didn’t have an example of...
