This is your blog. You do the talking.... we do the listening. And some of us may respond.
And by the way. I do have a question. If you butter a piece of toast and drop it, it lands butter side down. If you drop a cat it always lands on it's feet. What would happen if you buttered the back of a cat and dropped it?
Hi Jan. Another good blog you've put together. And I've said my fair share of farewells over the years. Yeah.... they come and they go.
I never say goodbye. It's always been a habit of mine to say "see ya later" even though I know the chances of that happening in some cases is miniscule. It's amazing though how many times I have bumped into someone 20 years down the track. Sometimes I wish I hadn't; I preferred them they way they were.
The one and only time I got booked for speeding, the policeman wished me a good day when departing. Off course I replied with "Thanks. See ya later". Well I wasn't having a good day and I sure as hell hoped I never saw him again. Two weeks later my social cricket team were playing a police team.... and guess who was their opening batsman!
Now the question is Rev. Where's the other slipper?
I once had a neighbor who's Kelpie had a fetish for footwear. He'd roam up and down the street, and grab any shoe, slipper, thong, boot or sandal that happened to be outside anyone's front door and bring it home. And his collection consisted of only odd ones... never a pair.
Well done mate. This is a change from the usual boring whines we get from people who are in your predicament.
You're probably not doing much wrong. I don't know about others but I don't take much notice of mail from people I know nothing off.
I reckon most success stories here are from those who participate in the blogs and forums. Get yourself known.... and the fact you can string a few sentences together that make sense holds ya in good stead.
Hi Jan. This brings back memories of a Shaolin monk, Kwai Chang Caine, who smashed up half the bad guys in America's old west in the 70's. Off course it was only a television series staring David Carradine but it made a lot of us aware that these people actually existed.
It's always sad to see old traditions wane or die... but I wouldn't say it's Darwin's theory.
I'd call it progress... and we're kinda stuck with it.
Yeah Carol. I'm blowed if I know why they call it Spring..... cos there ain't much in me when I do a spot of gardening after a long cold winter. Sitting on my arse while connecting with singles doesn't help although my right index finger is as fit as a fiddle.
I suppose I'm lucky in that with my metabolism it doesn't take long to get back into shape.
And I never worry about things that I can't control. Besides, my age doesn't stop the 20 somethings in CS throwing themselves at me. I can't keep up with all this fan mail.
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So Carol... is anywhere somewhere near nowhere?
RE: to all the man online
A blank head with a blog that is barely legible....
Telling us to get real.