Heard about a couple who sold the house, bought the boat in Faro.....and made it to the Bahamas.....after 2 years on the high seas they were back in Switzerland looking for an apartment.....reason?...his back gave out....he was quite a bit older than her....and living and working on a boat is hard work...you're on your knees half the time.....tough..
What does it mean to you, what would you like to do when your time comes, do you think you'd make a good retiree??.....a lot of people fail at retirement, because they just get bored to death.....what are your ideas...?
Well......I must've been born with a cat's heart.....9 lives....I think I've survived about 5 seriously broken hearts so far......so I still have plenty heart-lives to go.....woof woof!!
I trust blindly....even when I know better....but you know what??...it's worth the risk...to have lived and not loved, is not to have lived at all....(or something like that...)... What the heck...my old ticker can handle the wear and tear.....nobody died of a broken heart, have they??.....it's the one sort of affliction you can survive, innit?
Someone please elaborate.....didn't the term "narcissist" come up in a previous thread??.....an easier way to understand the narcissist is "ME, ME, ME"....it's always about them.....and most of the time, you can't get a word in edgeways.....why?...because they're only interested in themselves.....the only way to deal with them is...turn around and run like hell......emotional black holes.....
Good point too Ghost....I love threads like this, really gets you thinking.....don't want to change the theme, but maybe "Lies" in general would've been more useful......lies between 2 people are one thing, but how about those who lie to themselves!!.....in other words, they live under the influence of their own illusions..!!....conciously or subconciously....your opinion please.....
A comment as puerile as this doesn't even warrant a reply....why take what is a thread about something good, and infect it with jealousy, nastiness, and unbelievable immaturity....??....incredible!!!... Rusty, this is not about working the field for brownie points, this is about sharing something positive with this community...it's that simple..
Mr Gingg??...Wasn't that the guy who ran away with Miss Gong??.....and they had a ding-dong weekend....and when she fell pregnant, 9 months later, they had a little Belle....?
What's a female butler called??....Butlerin??...Butless....or would that be Buttless....?? ...or Buttette??....or mebbe "wife".....I dunno.....
Question: are there any women left today who want to be stay-at-home wives....you know, in the old-fashioned mold, housekeeping, cooking, and that sort of stuff...??
Let's not forget about the last and rare category of sheep......a sheep in sheep's clothing...
..these are the one's that look you in the eye and say, "I want to be with you for the rest of my life"...they are always there when you need them, they're the one's that pack you a lunch for the next day before you even asked, they'll fold your clothes for you and put them on the bed, when you would've just thrown them over a chair, and they'll send you a loving text message when you expect it least....
....Are there any of these rare creatures left??...or has the last one been hunted out of existence??....and sitting in some mansion, the trophy of a wealthy, possibly undeserving Predator??
We know there's still more room in your closet.....because...
...that's where the bear sleeps at nite, doesn't he?....buy more shoes, but make sure you buy some boots too....cos you will have to kick the bear out....
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind 's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, th e other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'
Well, I was driving my dirty dirty truck up the hill out of Xlendi, when I spied a tall shapely, long-haired lass hitch-hiking, so I picked her up....and that's when the fun started....needless to say, I missed my appointment with the city dump, the chicken farmer, and the local pub.....
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Retirement....
Heard about a couple who sold the house, bought the boat in Faro.....and made it to the Bahamas.....after 2 years on the high seas they were back in Switzerland looking for an apartment.....reason?...his back gave out....he was quite a bit older than her....and living and working on a boat is hard work...you're on your knees half the time.....tough..