I turned 40 last month and everyone is saying oh your 40s will be exciting. Nope. I feel like each year that passes is even more boring than the previous year. And I don’t mean boring like I have nothing to do. I mean psychologically boring. I always have plenty to do. I want to know when life started to feel boring to you guys and what did you do to remedy it? I feel like I’ve experienced everything except marriage and children and no good on that front as I seemingly grow distant from men each year that passes as well. I’m becoming LESS of what they want.
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Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.
Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be.
Monday morning is the number one part of the week when heart attacks occur.
Yep, when that alarm goes off, signalling, that the weekend is officially over, boom !
So, if you are reading this, you likely survived that challenge this week.
Thus, we survivors, should celebrate life, while we still can. Monday party time !
No politics, no religion, no arguments, no trolling, no hate allowed on this blog.
Bring your dance shoes & celebratory self.
Git down wit your funky self.
At a Halloween party over the weekend, I asked a woman what she was dressed as. Don't get me wrong, I could tell she put a lot of effort in her costume and she was by far the most in character. But, just what character was it?
Well, I asked her who she was dressed as. She gave me a look and then said she was the evil woman from 101 Dalmatians. I am like...oh....yeah....you look just like her. Honestly, I don't think I ever watched that movie and if I did, it must have been like 30 years ago.
Anyway, she tells me she has to go to the bathroom and leaves shortly afterwards. Did I offend her? Is it really that wrong to ask her?
Maybe she had a bad case of diarrhea or perhaps my breath?
Hi friends
i wish you all a good start in the week
hey friends wish my son good luck, From tomorrow begin his final examinations
I actually came here to chill me
I'm tired of the social system here in turkey
Instead, I've been waiting for two days always minimum 3hrs to have a medical examination
the health of my uncle is at stake
not only he the hospital is overcrowded
I find something very sad
there are vast sums of money for elections
I'm happy when I'm flying tomorrow back to germany greetings to all friends here
online today!
The Stats SA report refers to unmarried women as ‘spinsters’ and warns that ‘men generally married women who had never been married’. The definition of a spinster is ‘an unmarried woman, typically an older woman, beyond the usual age for marriage’. Bachelor, on the other hand, carries no such age limits. What this implies is that women still have a ‘sell by’ date, whereas men do not.
More and more women are opting out of marriage and more than 200 brides registered in 2014 are under 18.
Would you say this is a global trend?
Enjoy your day.
It all started the other day when I noticed my letter box was slightly crooked. Normally, I wouldnt worry too much about that kind of thing but seeing as its almost christmas I thought I'd better fix it. So I got my hammer and nails and set about fixing it. All of a sudden, I hit my thumb with the hammer and it hurt like crazy.
I didnt know what to do, but I had heard them talking about medical cannabis and so I thought it might be for the best. I asked a bloke at the pub if he could ask his mate down the road for a bag. I had some, and I had a bit more for good measure. My thumb was feeling a lot better by now.
My neighbour stuck his head over the fence and asked if it was medical cannabis he could smell, because he had a sore elbow and wanted to have a go at it. Just then his wife Gladys piped up that she had a sore finger from gardening and so she'd like some too. Then all the neighbours came forward with all kinds of ailments and sores, the house reeked of pot.
There was a big commotion as somebody set fire to some tyres out the front, The police and the fire brigade turned up, all claiming to have some kind of sickness that only weed could fix. The ambulance guys turned up, and although they werent sick they did a swap with some goodies from the medicine cabinet. By now all my pot had run out and so the police brought out some devastatingly strong evidence, and the ambulance guys were giving out the oxys like lollies.
By this stage the fire brigade guys were having a massive waterfight, the cops were doing filthy demos up and down the street, and the ambulance guys were collapsed with half a dozen syringes in their necks. Everybody else was trying to sleep.