Oh, good. A burger without real meat and real potato fries is like the sun without the sky. After you have tried real fries cardboard just doesn't taste the same.
Dear Belushi, I would make sure there were plenty of burger joints to eat at. You would never hear those scary words, again, "Where's the meat?" Also I would make sure it was all biggy sized.
A tree's bark is worse than it bite unless you are barking up the wrong tree, lol. There sure is a lot of trees up here, lol. Hardwoods and they don't talk much either, lol.
Oh, my this reminds me of one of my sci fi movies. They were in this plane and these monsters were eating the air port runway where they couldn't land. Hurry someone stop the walls from coming in. Could this be the end? Tune in, again same time next week. Same bat channel. Same bat time.
You only been married twice? Well, no wonder, lol. Third time is charm. Fourth time you might be addicted to men, lol? Just remember what your mom might have told you about strays. You don't have to keep them, lol. Some people do make nice pets, lol. Have you ever seen that show called Cheaters, lol? We have to learn not to hurt others. Sometimes one has to say to another, "Will you stop stabbing me in the back? It hurts when you do that?" You would think they would know not to do that. We assume, you know. We think everybody would know it is not nice to fool mother nature. But then mother nature has these volcanoes, tsunamis, earth quakes, and great destructive things to let us know that mother nature does not like her rain forests being cut down. Stick with the winners. Take up needlepoint, darts, throwing catch with live hand grenades, lol. I hope you get to make friends in here. Atleast with friends you don't have to give up the friendship even if you do find someone who has been house broken and knows how to follow the rules. Friendship is better than love and I base that on the fact that women told me love should starts out as friendship that way it has the possibility of staying friendship once it does evolve into something like might be termed as love.
I love to fish, especially for large-mouth bass. About three years ago, I was watching television late one night and got this crazy notion to go fishing in the lake behind my house.
Of course, my wife thought I was nuts. It was almost midnight! I convinced her I was sane and took off. I walked out to a warm summer breeze and looked up at the starry sky and breathtaking full moon.
I allowed my senses to soak in every second -- the sweet smell of honeysuckle, the sound of every cricket and bullfrog, the moon's reflection dancing off the water -- it was a perfect night.
After walking across a small field, I took out a flashlight and selected a lure. On my first cast, I reeled in a bass weighing over five pounds, one of the largest I had every caught. I gently released it back into the water and continued my midnight adventure.
During the next two hours, I caught seventeen bass, all between two and five pounds. Although I've fished for almost fifty years, no fishing memory can top that warm summer night.
But that night provided far more than a fishing memory. It was a life memory. It provided me a snapshot of what life could be like if I just slowed down enough to savor the moments.
I think not feeling the love can be like when I took my first wife for granted. I just thoughts it was just supposed to be that way. I thought I was suposed to go to work to make a living, come home to watch television, wait to dinner was ready to eat when a commercial came on, then go to bed so I could be rested for work the next morning. I just thought there was supposed to be love notes in my lunch boxes, that she was supposed to buy nice things for me to wear and she just made those great dinners because that was her job like my job was to earn a living for the family to have things. Life was an accumalation of stuff to decorate the house with. My great shame is that I didn't understand that it was love that she was giving me. I was not romantic at all but she was. I was just a spectator while the real world was all around me.
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Aw, that is real sweet, Laurie thanks for sharing.Roy