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I feel gravely ill. Started vomiting up black stuff and huge pain in back and side and abdomen where the other half literally kicked the living hell out of me while I was on the ground on the 2nd. I. At my 2nd of 3 stops and I already called the company and let them know to get another driver to finish the load. I'm going to be going by ambulance to the emergency room.

This topic is about the unequal marriage. Surely it got nothing to do with the Bible and with other religious things. It is a moral issue. The talk is when it comes in marrying and living with a spouse who is twice or far twice about age. A 55 years old man married to 25-35 years old woman, or 45 years old man marries an 18 years old girl. Likewise also comes with sugar moms who are far above ages of their husbands. We believe that these unequal marriages are normal ? Truly, they are abnormal and more than 80% they always end up in divorces. Why ? Because age difference is always comes in number one of matching chemistry for building solid marriage. Good matching age gulf between spouses must be at least 5-7-10 years, and not like 15+ years. Huge age difference makes many problems. The mentality of young people spouses is different from their far older spouses. For example 20+ and 30+ years old men and women wish to enjoy things which is for young lives, but while their old spouses sit at home and watch TV, because they are nothing, but withered dry wood logs. The spouses 40+ and 50+ are old and are home bound people. The unequal marriages are also dangerous, because the younger spouses mostly focus at older spouses wealth, not the spouses as themselves. Yes the gold diggers who divorce them for money and assets, later after they married. Age is not always just a number.
In conclusion, the unequal marriages are abnormal and are unwise. There is an idiom, " The hockey players are far different with the chess players. "

Earlier today I went to visit my niece and her 2 children. On the way back, I stopped for groceries and found a father & son team playing music in the parking lot. The term is busking and it refers to playing in a public place for donations.

As the story goes, Giuseppe was wailing away on a violin with some prerecorded music in the background. Both players were amplified and can be heard across the large parking lot of a mall.

The sign explained he has 3 kids and not enough money for rent.

Although the weather was terrific... the sun was beating down and unless they were wearing sunblock, I'd give them a little more than an hour before their next gig would be the emergency room burn center!

Finding a nice used vehicle for the twins. Being a car guy, can inspect and purchase right. Girls seem to love car. Has one of those AUX inputs---what the hell is that?!?! In proudly describing it to their mom, she hit me with a litany of reasonable negative cautionary statements, and I didn't react well. Pride comes before the fall, as tha Bard said. Girls gently mentioned that I could have been more diplomatic with mom. Apologized fortwith. Tail tucked firmly between legs. The art is long. But am slowly learning, with a little help from my friends.

My niece and nephew are expecting their 2nd child... due around the end of this month.
Their 1st child, a girl will be two years old next month.
The second child is... (drum roll) a boy!

Appropriate to have a Hurricane baby on Labor Day weekend.

My bro, sis, Mother and me had planned to go see my son's new house in Orlando, 100 mile trip before Hurricane Dorian scared us into cancellation. My son kept pushing me to come even saying we don't have to worry until Tuesday. I declined saying that we will still get a storm and no one wants to drive in a storm. He was not supposed to cook for us.

Late this afternoon my son texts me pictures of a food layout that represented Labor Day, ribs, salmon and so much more. I thought Italians over cook but the Chinese do too so there is always way too much food. Anyways my son sends me the pics to show what we are missing out on. 20 minutes later his wife sends me a pic of my son and his friend both out cold on the sofa with their mouths hanging open snoring. The food coma made me laugh. I just want to hug my daughter-i-L.

Now I get to tease my son that I'm glad I didn't drive a 100 miles to watch him sleep.

I'm reading some news this morning and see in a Tennessee hospital, baby Christina was born on 9/11 at 9:11pm weighing 9 pounds 11 ounces.
The mother said, "I knew she was gonna be a big baby, I didn't know how big"

The parents are looking on the good side of things from a day of mourning "There was too much devastation, but she's bringing all this joy and life into the world because everybody's been waiting on her."


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I've heard many stories from people who dealt with their Parents Alzheimer, some even as caretakers. Now I'm living my story of Dad and Alzeimers. Of course he is a changed man in so many ways, one of them being ironic with a touch of humor.

All my life I've known Dad to be a big quality meat eater. Mom not so much, she only wanted to eat a tiny piece of meat (for Dad's sake) she loved potatoes, greens and beans. Dad did not like what she liked.

It hurts to see my Father but it helps to know in his mind he is very content. He loves to sleep and he does.

The irony is this story is the hospital feeds him more greens and beans and he is loving it and won't eat his meat. For sixty years Mom wanted to cook greens and beans but didn't. I always took her some when I made them though.

The disease changed my Dad's eating habits and he doesn't even know it.

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