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[JustAnotherNut]

Well, it may not be Sunday yet, so just change that to 'everyday'....

 

[Lumpy 1]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow, that was a lot to take in there Darlin.. (I tease).. I love reading your posts, it's almost like a friendly talk over the kitchen table although that would be so much sweeter..

Honestly, I don't know where to start but I figure bottom you tend to be quite honest and protective with yourself (that's great), I really don't get the marriage pressure at this juncture but romance, friendship and hey guys can cook for their potential sweethearts as well...

... bottom line, that is ...

 

[Oddball]

Saturday morning!

The Covid has driven the country and the board crazy.....Daffy, if you will.

Let the cartoon begin!

 

[Foxfyre]

Both my adult sons are colour blind. At the opticians they were tested, the very last 2 pages of the colour blindness test book is the catch. I could see the shapes for the light green and light brown. For me it was obvious and plain to see, but for them they could just not see it.
At the time my son wanted to be a policeman. My other son wanted to be an Electrician. Both professions were deemed to reject colour blindness, however it was unfounded.

Um, you were supposed to see light green or light pink. You saw brown?

No my sweet... read my post again.

Oh okay. I thought you were still referring to the shoe, but now I see. Sorry.

Getting to the age where you need to write things down?

LOL. I've been there for awhile.

 

[Foxfyre]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow Beautress. Your life reads like a great soap opera. Makings of a good book. And yeah, your new companion does not sound like a match made in heaven, but then neither were Hombre and me who married young and have been together for a whole lot of decades now. And we remain best friends. So if you enjoy each other's company and the relationship is mutually beneficial, you both are blessed.

 

[blackhawk]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

 

[Clinton Baptiste]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow Beautress. Your life reads like a great soap opera. Makings of a good book.

Beautress certainly has had a full life up to now, they say everyone has a good story of their life to tell, some people are lucky they get the opportunity to get it published and others can enjoy the richness of the writers experience.
Over the years I have read a great many autobiographies, once I’ve pick the book up I cannot put them down, usually I have 3 or 4 books on the go, whatever my mood I can pick up any of them and pick the story up instantly, strange, but true.
Beautress must give us updates in posts on here, because I for one am fascinated at how well things might turn out, she certainly is no fool, and being a woman has tons of common sense.

 

[Foxfyre]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

We filled up Thursday for $1.52. Cheapest I've seen in our area.

 

[Foxfyre]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow Beautress. Your life reads like a great soap opera. Makings of a good book.

Beautress certainly has had a full life up to now, they say everyone has a good story of their life to tell, some people are lucky they get the opportunity to get it published and others can enjoy the richness of the writers experience.
Over the years I have read a great many autobiographies, once I’ve pick the book up I cannot put them down, usually I have 3 or 4 books on the go, whatever my mood I can pick up any of them and pick the story up instantly, strange, but true.
Beautress must give us updates in posts on here, because I for one am fascinated at how well things might turn out, she certainly is no fool, and being a woman has tons of common sense.

I like biographies as a general rule too. Reading Jimmy Stewart's biography was okay for awhile, but it got bogged down about half way and I eventually gave up on it.

 

[Montrovant]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

We filled up Thursday for $1.52. Cheapest I've seen in our area.

$1.76 is the lowest I've seen where I am, near Atlanta.

 

[beautress]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow, that was a lot to take in there Darlin.. (I tease).. I love reading your posts, it's almost like a friendly talk over the kitchen table although that would be so much sweeter..

Honestly, I don't know where to start but I figure bottom you tend to be quite honest and protective with yourself (that's great), I really don't get the marriage pressure at this juncture but romance, friendship and hey guys can cook for their potential sweethearts as well...

I believe the Lord prefers marriage over living together, but I'm not certain that he expects that of everyone, just those like me who bumble around trying to walk in his footsteps when I'm thinkin' about it. Furthermore, my Grandmother's willow switch with two leaves at the top put the fear o' God in me by age 4. Anything else is hopeless.

 

[Hossfly]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

I always buy Murphy. Here in White Settlement,TX today, it's $1.28. ($1.23 with a Murphy credit card.)

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[Lumpy 1]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow, that was a lot to take in there Darlin.. (I tease).. I love reading your posts, it's almost like a friendly talk over the kitchen table although that would be so much sweeter..

Honestly, I don't know where to start but I figure bottom you tend to be quite honest and protective with yourself (that's great), I really don't get the marriage pressure at this juncture but romance, friendship and hey guys can cook for their potential sweethearts as well...

I believe the Lord prefers marriage over living together, but I'm not certain that he expects that of everyone, just those like me who bumble around trying to walk in his footsteps when I'm thinkin' about it. Furthermore, my Grandmother's willow switch with two leaves at the top put the fear o' God in me by age 4. Anything else is hopeless.

Alas .. I can't help being myself as well ..

 

[Hossfly]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Let us know when the big day arrives. I volunteer to bring a big ol' paper sack bag full of Whataburgers and a case of Diet Dr. Pepper for the reception. I can also bring my trusty double barrel 12 gauge just in case you-know-who starts to get cold feet. Keep us posted!

 

[beautress]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Wow Beautress. Your life reads like a great soap opera. Makings of a good book. And yeah, your new companion does not sound like a match made in heaven, but then neither were Hombre and me who married young and have been together for a whole lot of decades now. And we remain best friends. So if you enjoy each other's company and the relationship is mutually beneficial, you both are blessed.

Oh, the match was made in heaven, Foxfyre. Old smokers need pals and people in their life who are willing to love them just like anyone else. I know he may or may not last for the next 2 or 3 years, but I'm here for him. I talked it over with God and asked him to use me in any way that would comfort and redeem one of his children who has suffered much at the hands of false witness. This man spends his life doing all he can to help wounded veterans by taking them to the Veterans' hospital in Houston every Wednesday, and has other responsibilities on other days that he has taken to improve the lives of his fellow soldiers. He only has one flaw, and I am called by the spirit of God to guide him to the light lest he lose his way. And I am in my own way obeying the call God has set before me. I promised God I would keep him on the straight and narrow, whatever that takes. When God is done using me, it is my prayer he will forgive those who bore false witness against him in a court of law and bury that hatchet. Christ forgave the very people who murdered him on the cross when false charges were raised against him, and he forgave them before his death on the cross took place, in the middle of them torturing him and running 8-penny nails through his wrists and ankles where it hurts the most.

 

[beautress]

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Boston Terriers are very fond of their owners and can feel blue quickly if things don't go well when they feel they have offended their owner in some known or unknown way. They also just feel bad when they've done something wrong and are told they were very, very naughty.

mmm. kinda like marriage but I don't always feel bad when I've been naughty... especially very very

So what's this about marriage Lady Beautress and would you mind if I wished you the absolute best and teased you like a brother..

He's had a couple of bad marriages, and I had a horrible one and a heavenly one. We haven't known each other for very long, and we are septuagenarians with him being 2 years older, taking two puffs on his inhaler for emphasema between cigarettes with an attitude toward vitamins and nutritional illness prevention, which is my forte. We're so opposite it isn't funny, and one afternoon we drove over to his place to chat, and he had 8 pesky roaches crawling all over him. I couldn't stand seeing him that way and told him to gather a few things and sleep in my guest bedroom, although all it has was a pair of bunk beds, and he had a miniature chi-wa-dashund and a small Boston Terrier, both of whom were disciplined by miss piccolo the cat. She has a vicious little way of condescending canines to death, but that's another story... We decided we liked each other and talked about the short future we would have together if we married, seeing as how emphasema has a nasty little way of becoming dark spots on the lungs that welcome cancer inside to grow and metastasize the other organs besides the lungs. He thinks he's going to be 110 when he dies, and I think I'll be at least a hundred. That gives us 25 and 30 years, respectively if the inevitable cancer that forms in the nonquitter till it's 3 weeks to live stuff. And he's great around the farm, and we rented a horse trailer today to bring his miss piggy over in the part of my northwest field and all her fencing while we decide if our being polar opposites would make a good team. The fact that I can barely walk makes me some team player <hahaha!> and the doctor said it was definitely a cluster of bone spurs causing the limping effect. He, on the other hand has not whined once but had to tell me that Monday he has an appointment to look at his other wrist that has carpal tunnel, which means he will not be throwing much hay Miss Piggy's way for a while and will be lucky to get the fence up to hold her in. After a week of him being in the guest room and hating my sad little efforts at cuisine, and tonight's open ancho mozarella beef sandwich fizzled as he ate the fried carrots he taught me how to make and complained about having to eat fried carrots twice in the same month. *sigh* At least he didn't see me eating the ones I burned. Carrots are quite sweet and if the skillet is a littl hot, it can sure burn a ringed pattern on a carrot slice. So we may marry, but I am not doing a very good job of jumping through all the hoops with thinking walker to take the pressure off the horrid little bone spurs on my right heel, or a farmer's kick butt wheelchair if they make such a thing if this continues on. And my last cortisone pill runs out tomorrow. *sigh* So the pain is already back, because well, I don't know why because.
Go ahead, brother Lumpy. Tease away, but as I said in an above post, I'm a disaster right now, but my place looks fantastic again after 4 years of moping around in funeral mode. I'm just kind of in a haze after losing my husband, and a kind of boyfriend of 6 months who died of emphesema that turned into cancer a month after we started dating, and suddenly, I was sitting there holding his hand for 10 days of hospice, his last 10 days on earth. I did learn something from that experience, though. That wonderful and kind family? You never hear from them again unless you do all the calling. It never occurred to me that they thought I would take away their inheritance if we decided on marriage. After 4 years of not having anyone who planned on living for a few more years, I asked in prayer that God send me a mate who would be the rest of my life's companion. This one studied for and became a clergyman in the 5 years he spent in prison for a crime he did not commit. I can't imagine anyone sending a war hero to prison by ignoring his side of the story that he didn't do the crime. So he's God's beloved chaplain now, but I think he was more tired of the roaches than being with opinionated me. We'll see how it works out... <giggle> Life is fun, even when stuff derails and your left being accused of serving mozzarella to a man that hates all forms of cheese. <more giggles>

Let us know when the big day arrives. I volunteer to bring a big ol' paper sack bag full of Whataburgers and a case of Diet Dr. Pepper for the reception. I can also bring my trusty double barrel 12 gauge just in case you-know-who starts to get cold feet. Keep us posted!

Oh, Mr. Hossfly, you're the best.

 

[beautress]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

Do I detect a busy man who does not care to wait in line to fill his tank?

 

[beautress]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

We filled up Thursday for $1.52. Cheapest I've seen in our area.

$1.76 is the lowest I've seen where I am, near Atlanta.

I filled for 1.669 today, and then passed a sign saying $1.60 at an out-of-the-way small town mom n pop gas and washeteria, of all places. lol

 

[Montrovant]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

We filled up Thursday for $1.52. Cheapest I've seen in our area.

$1.76 is the lowest I've seen where I am, near Atlanta.

I filled for 1.669 today, and then passed a sign saying $1.60 at an out-of-the-way small town mom n pop gas and washeteria, of all places. lol

That's always the way. I haven't been driving very long, and yet I've still had many occasions where I've filled up my tank, only to almost immediately pass another gas station with a lower price.

 

[Unkotare]

Saw gas for a $1.47 a gallon this morning but after seeing how people went after toilet paper like piranha I'm not disclosing the location.

We filled up Thursday for $1.52. Cheapest I've seen in our area.

$1.76 is the lowest I've seen where I am, near Atlanta.

I filled for 1.669 today, and then passed a sign saying $1.60 at an out-of-the-way small town mom n pop gas and washeteria, of all places. lol

That's always the way. I haven't been driving very long, and yet I've still had many occasions where I've filled up my tank, only to almost immediately pass another gas station with a lower price.

The parking spot phenomenon.