Your passion for golf reminds me of a buddy of mine up home in Kansas;
His wife began to get a little worried because he hadn't arrived home on time from his regular Saturday afternoon golf game. As the hours passed she became more and more concerned until at 8 p.m. he finally pulled into the driveway.
"What happened?" his wife asked. "You should have been home hours ago!"
"Harry had a heart attack at the third hole," my buddy replied.
"Oh, that's terrible!" exclaimed his wife.
"I know," he answered. "All day long it was hit the ball, drag Harry, hit the ball, drag Harry..."
Just a little more than they think they're ever likely to get...
(This also applies to men.)
Once in a while, though, the stars will align or a butterfly will fart in Southeast Asia or some such nonsense and a man a woman will find each other and realize that each other is exactly what they've always wanted, but they didn't know it until they found themselves together...
(That's when you find out what all the love songs are really all about.)
Sometimes nothing beats an ice-cold Corona w/lime. Other times, Sierra Mist and Cruzan Dark Rum is the way to go. I like hazlenut coffee w/Irish Whiskey on chilly mornings when I'm home/camping and a good singlemalt Scotch (neat!) is great for sipping awat a peaceful evening.
Of course when I'm on the road I don't touch alcohol in any form (not even mouthwash or cough syrup) so I usually settle for Gatorade during the day and coffee in the morning and evening...
You cannot help the poor by destroying the the rich. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage earner down. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence. You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves. ~ Abraham Lincoln ~
Heck, with your looks, if it weren't for the fact that I'm married and don't own a set of golf clubs anymore - I'D ask you out! (And I don't even swing that way! )
Come on in and join the fun! Who knows - maybe you'll get lucky and hit the jackpot - I did!
If you don't play, you've already lost a little bit - If only the chance to win.
If you don't play because you're sure you'll lose then you'll never win because you'll never have a hope.
And when you start planning on what to do IF you lose, then you've already lost.
Personally, I'm damn glad I played. True, I got lucky and hit the jackpot and it doesn't happen for everyone - But it'll never happen for anyone if they don't step up and spin the damn wheel.
What's the worse that can happen? You end up where you started, but just a little sadder and a little wiser? You still didn't lose because you gained wisdom and experience.
What's the best that can happen? Hmmm... How about having all your dreams come true?
Robert W. Service comes to mind:
When I was daft as urchins are And full of fairy lore I shot an arrow at a star And hit... The barnyard door.
I've shot at heaps of star since then And always it's the same A barnyard door has mocked me when Sirius was my aim.
But I'll shoot star-ward as before, Though wide my arrows fall -- I'd rather hit a big barn door Than never to have aimed at all...
Online dating works for online relationships. Unless you want to sleep with a computer monitor the rest of your life, the dating as well as the relationship has to move to the real world. Good things can be started online, but not completed - Just as a great pair of boots can be viewed and purchased online, but not walked in.
(I voted 'yes' because I met my lovely wife on this site. )
1st, it was a joke - one that you left yourself wide open for.
2nd, As stated earlier, I'm not the one who has an argument - I learned long ago that I don't have to prove a damn thing to anyone but myself. I'm just having fun here.
I'm not arguing with him - I'm wise enough to know that I don't have to prove a darn thing to anybody. He, however seems to feel the need to prove something to the whole world and I'm just trying to provide him with a little guidance in the proper way to do it.
No Ma'am, I'm not arguing with him and I'm not frazzled. In fact I laugh myself nearly to tears each time I read one of his ill-fated, mis-directed diatribes.
E, I realize that engaging in a battle of wits with an un-armed man is probably not a nice thing for me to do, but it does provide some comic relief in this sometimes too serious world. And you surely wouldn't begrudge me that minor little enjoyment, would you?
Spartacus is a pitbull mix - he's just a big, goofy, over grown puppy - and seems to be the only one who actually realizes he's a dog. Of course it might be because he simply lacks the brain power to imitate humans, although he can do a pretty good imitation of a furry log...
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