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one of the reasons that I'm single is that I hate a lot of jobs. Visiting the Ikea is bad, but when I hear the word 'chores', I hit acute, start sweating and get rid of red spots everywhere. Sure, I also sometimes have a lot of fun, because you do not always end up there, but if I can outsource it I will not fail. Enough handy harries in the Netherlands who want to do black work and are much more convenient than me. I am able when I change a light that the electricity elsewhere in the neighborhood fails is also a gift, but will not be thanked during, for example, a major international. Because that gift possessed my ex, she invented the dumbest jobs during or just before such a match. But to hire an electrician for a lamp is heavily exaggerated so I did it very quickly because the match started like that. I stood there juggling on a much too shaky kitchen story that had long since already had to be replaced, and when turning the lamp on and off, I got a current pulse through my body. Since my eega held the stairs, the effect was even more beautiful, like a sidemanal guide it to her and she walked around for a week with a trendy haircut ......Painting was not even something I stood out in. Painting a bedroom, a small room with new laminate, a nice beech color and then quickly freshen up the walls. Woman was shopping, gave her my debit card so that she did not circumnavigate annoyingly around me like a hornet for a horse's fig. I entered the room with full courage and began to paint enthusiastically. I will probably never find out how those painters do that without sputtering, but I got a blob of paint in my eye and my reaction was to rub it out. Never do it with a brush in your hands .. Tears popped in my eyes and with fright I stepped back in the bucket with paint, slipped from two meters into a corner with a trail that I now understand why mom said that morning: do you put down plastic treasure ....Garden jobs are not really my thing, lawn mowing was still possible, but after that hedge the hedge, you often see those beautiful hedges, beautiful greenery, true artworks our hedge was so abstract art

So that is one of the reasons that I outsource jobs and since now I do not have a wife and I stay nice and with the money I save by never going to do a big job at the local pub.

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business that I ran with 1,800 employees, all without a mobile phone that plays music, takes videos and photos and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed under pressure for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven children, their husbands,
13 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren could communicate with me in the modern way. I found out that with just something as simple as Twitter I
could use space with just 140 characters.

That was before one of my grandchildren saddled me for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and everything that sent a message to my mobile phone and any other program within the text World. My phone squeaked every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not willing to live like that. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The children bought a GPS for my last birthday because they think I do not know the way to the grocery or library. I keep that in my toolbox with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone that I'm supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and found myself in the vicinity of H & M when I spoke to my wife and everyone within 50 meters looked at me. I had to take off my hearing aid to use it, and I spoke a little loudly.The GPS was nice on my dashboard, but the lady of the GPS, who spoke, was the most annoying person I had come across for a long time. Every 10 minutes she said sarcastically, recalculate. You would think that she might be nicer. It was as if she could hardly tolerate me. She left a deep sigh to tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. If I then turned right, yes, it was not a good relationship.

When I really do not know the way anymore, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and if she starts to develop in the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, I know at least that she loves meTo be completely candid, I still try to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have it for 4 years now but I have not figured out how to operate three phones at the same time while I have to search under chair cushions and in bathrooms and check the dirty laundry baskets when the telephone rings.

The world is too complex for me. They even make me crazy when I go to the grocery store. You would think they could arrange something yourself but this sudden Paper or Plastic? whenever I have done my shopping. I bought a few of these cloth bags to avoid these kinds of questions, but I always forget to take them with me.

Now I throw it back to them. When they ask me, Paper or Plastic? I just say, it does not matter. I am bi-bagged. Then it is up to them to stare at me. I was recently asked if I tweeted. I answered, no, but I leave a lot of farts.

PS I know that not all of you are over 50, but it is meant for those who are.

We seniors no longer need gadgets. The remote control of the TV and the garage is just about everything that we can deal with.

I woke up depressed in the morning because it was my birthday and I thought:
Another year older.
After I had washed and shaved I went to breakfast with the thought
that my wife would congratulate me with a big kiss.
At the table my wife sat reading the newspaper as usual and did not say a word.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and thought to myself:
She is probably forgotten, but the children come and they sing together
'Happy Birthday' and come with a nice gift.
Enjoying the coffee I waited for the children.
Eventually the children came: Nothing too!
When I arrived at the office my secretary greeted me with a smile,
congratulated me on my birthday, gave me a kiss and got a cup of coffee.
I started to feel a lot better.
Later in the morning my secretary came to my office and said: "
You are celebrating your birthday today, shall we have lunch together?With the thought that I would start to feel even better I said: That's a good idea,
why do not we go to a nice tent outside the city instead of the usual McDonalds.
On my way back to the office my secretary said it was not busy at the office today
and she suggested that I go to her apartment to have a drink.
That sounded good, I thought, and my mood started to brighten up.
After a few drinks she said to me:
Excuse me, I want to put on something easy,
I'll be right back. Wow, I thought, and not only my mood was upheld.
After a few minutes her bedroom opened,
she came in with a big birthday cake
and in her wake followed my wife and children and a lot of friends and family. and I .................
I ........................
eeehhhh i .... ..............
I was still on the couch with only my socks on.

you only Live one time

Why are you sitting in front of a computer while you are actually sitting in front of it? (You're not behind a TV anyway?)

If we have, for a while, 50s (as they now call us, no longer seniors or elders), want to reach the age of 100 years,
we must be stronger in our shoes than ever, because:
When the youth is tired, she is on vacation.
When we are tired, they say "they are lifting".

It is tempting to always want more, to have more. To long and long for something new, something better, something more expensive. But a feeling of satisfaction gives you satisfaction and keeps you close to yourself.

Because when you are satisfied, you confirm to yourself that your life is just as it is. You are good as you are, and your life is good as it is. And that feels wonderful.

Therefore, try to be more satisfied with what you have and who you are. ............

The Dance of Aloneness
We are all alone.
This is not depressing.
when you realise it’s the truth.
We are born alone, we die alone.
Along the way, perhaps we meet.
Friends, lovers, strangers.
Husbands, wives, sons, daughters.
The roles can separate us as much as they can bind us.
We long for connection, yet we fear intimacy.
We seek contact, but we want to be safe.
We push others away by trying to hold onto them.We hide our truth out of fear of loss.
Yet we lose each other in the hiding.
We seek solid ground, yet we know that it’s all groundless.
We plan futures yet we know they are mere daydreams.
We long to be free yet we flee the terror of our freedom, seeking comfort and answers.
Our comfort soon turns to boredom.
Our boredom to resentment.
We suffer until we learn to love ourselves as we are.
We seek love until we know it in the silence.
And let the questions burn.
And sacrifice tomorrows for todays.
– Jeff Foster

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Do not let others decide on your life - decide on your own life!............. You are the expert of your own life. Others mainly advise what they would do themselves. If you do what they say, you get what they get. Is that what you want?............... Is there anyone on this planet who knows better what you want than you? Who knows more about your dreams, your background, your personality, your preferences, your strengths, your desires? I do not think so. Why would anyway let another decide what you do? Can they look better in your soul than yourself? ................ ............

............. The lonely wolf remains the bitter breath of hatred he will feel in life and the realization that everyone will spit upon his grave when he is dead.