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my fiance is not a rich man... he is my father's staff. I like him because he's charismatic and smart. I am not talkative and less smile and he knows how to make me smile...

rich man's easy to get women / men for dating but not easy to get women / men to marry. is that true?

Doing the weekly shopping isn’t one of my favourite things but, luckily, I can make it more bearable by combining it with my hobby of people watching. One conclusion I have reached through my observations is that couples should probably stop going shopping together some time in their early thirties. Young couples usually seem quite cheerful as they wend their way round the store together, but by the time they get to middle age and beyond, they seem to become progressively more miserable. A lot of the couples I see in my age group seem to make the journey from trolly park to till in a cloud of simmering mutual antipathy; with the odd impatient rebuke managing to break the surface every now and then. Quite often just as I am passing. This leaves me with a mixed feeling of amusement and sympathy, not to mention relief when I remember that that used to be me.

She's perfect, on so many levels. And still pretty, in our age group. We separated over parenting prerogatives, but have become best of friends. Doing some car work for her today, and she watches Bravo while I travel. Other examples of mutual help. But we still struggle with pushing each other's buttons. While taking her to work today, so I could use her car for the maintenance, she forgot her computer at her home. On the way to the auto parts store, she called me, in a minor panic, asking for me to go to her place to get it for her. In her describing where in the house it was, I asked a few times exactly where, just to be sure. Several machines laying about---Goddess forbid bringing in the wrong one. I know her work is stressful, and perhaps this prompted the bark on the third asking. In the past, this might (certainly would) have had me return fire, saturating and for effect, but I didn't, struggling with the impulse to do so. This week, I tried to invite her and the girls to watch a concert by an itinerant lady Classical guitar duo from the PRC. Exam time precluded the girls' coming, but Mom texted her interest in just we two going. I declined, lame excuse beaming. So there. A shot at both feet?

Some years ago my wife and I went away for the weekend; my mother stayed at the house and minded the kids while we were away. Not long after we returned we noticed that the inside of our teapot, which was normally tea stained almost black, was now gleaming white. My mother had a tendency to be ‘helpful’ in unwanted ways and we were rather annoyed that she’d cleaned the teapot, as we quite liked it how it was. Some time later, It came out in conversation that there was more to the cleaning of the teapot than we had imagined.

When the subject came up, my mother was all too eager to describe the ingenuity she had demonstrated; her pride in which was apparent in her tone of voice. It was my mother’s practice to soak her false teeth in bleach overnight, and, seeing an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, she cleverly used the teapot as the receptacle in which to do it. By the time we eventually heard this story we had, of course, made numerous cups of tea in that teapot and the implications were very quick to strike us both, but, to our credit, we somehow managed not to let our faces betray our true feelings about her thoughtful deed.

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..and then 49...

When I look back at old photos..I don't have many...Ive forgotten to much more than I can remember..good times...bad times...but in general I have a good life and better than most..and that Im thankful for and will always appreciate.

Whatever happen in anything it all starts from the values of family Love

After struggled against his disease,my Dad passed away today in the hospital...

Please rest in peace,my dearest Dad.I will miss you forever.

PS;
Sorry for my delay to response mails during the period of mourning.

About 6 months ago this man, his GF and her 2 kids moved into our apartments. They made such an impression that we all became friend immediately. They were down on their luck and I suggested where they could get immediate financial and food help. They had a hard time getting the power on in the house and I ran an extension cord to their home until they were able to power up. I lent them money and as promised they reciprocated and it was ideal. The family became very popular with all the other tenants and things were happy.

Shortly after, the man, Ben, would come over and start bad mouthing his GF, Victoria, and I would tell him if things are that bad you should consider leaving her or asking her to move. Each day his complaints were the same and it became better for me to listen. Ben would go on and on about his demands of Victoria and it was she had to leave at the end of the month. Months came and went and she's still in the home. I ignored "it".

The complaints were that Victoria was cheating on him (Ben). Each day she would leave the house and come back with soiled underwear from her extra curricular activities with men and women. Ben said he found plenty of evidence and her cell phone was filled with nudies Victoria had circulated on the internet. All at Ben's word. I heard nothing, I saw nothing and said no more comments.

One day on the way to the laundromat Ben was rifling through Victoria's car. They were in the parking lot and all her possessions that she had in the car were strewn all over. I could only guess why with no particular interest in Ben's actions. I said, "Good morning" and I did my laundry. They didn't return the greeting.

Well, one night at 1 a. m. there was a loud beating on my door. Victoria and her children were at the door pleading with me to let them in. I did. There was no way I was going to let this woman stay out. I offered to call the police and she declined. She slept on the floor and her 2 kids (beautiful children) slept on my couch. I had offered my bed but she declined. In the morning she got up and went back home with the kids.

Her 2 children are well mannered kids. They are such a delight to have them around. They always greeted me with hugs and love. One day the girl said how she had told her teacher all about me. Since Ben was still peeved that I had the audacity to help Victoria and the kids he stewed over that remark. Before I knew they all stopped talking to me and the kids would walk by with their heads cast down completely ignoring me.

Yesterday the little girl was outside with her mother and while no one was looking and with her head cast down she directed her eyes up and smiles a faint smile. I was so elated. I winked at her. And quickly looked away. I am so happy the kids think well of me.

I have worried about them because I know Ben is being a tyrant with them. But so far there's no evidence of anything but not being allowed to talk to me. Physically they look fine. But I'm watching with careful eyes!!!

A few years back Scotland, even my little tropical bit of it, had a really bad winter, with no warning whatsoever. We didn't have enough gritters, we didn't have enough grit, it was pandemonium for a few days and ever since then we've been on yellow alert each and every winter and ever since then the winters have been mild.

I've got a bad feeling about this one, though. And I say that as someone who loves snow and ice and fog and all the sort of extreme winter weather I didn't grow up with. This could be a snorter.

Any advice on what I should be buying / stocking / preparing for, if I'm right? up to and maybe including a dog-sleigh ...