There are times

There are times I wonder .

I do facebook some, but there are times I should not have looked at a person’s facebook. I have one mental view of this person and reality and language hits me in the face. yeah, I know I am an old fuddy duddy, but like my eye color, I cannot change that.  I try not to take it serious. Life is so exposed now, in my earlier life had my life been opened up, my folks would have been shocked.

I am glad that as a young fellow drugs were not available. Shucks to get a beer, I had to steal it, then got sick on it. It was a Blatz Beer, hot right off the truck. Woe was me.

I’m glad I did not have a lot of money to waste, or I would have gotten more tattoos.  I really do not regret the one $5 one I did get but glad I did not get more. This ain’t mine. Wonder how much one like this costs a person who cannot afford it?

This seems more fun than tattoo’s:

There are many times I am glad I was married early, I was 17. I learned responsibility quick. By 19 we were responsible parents and living on our own.  Now kids are still in their mid to late 20’s and living with dad &/or mom. They cannot get out on their own because they owe on a car, clothes, stereo's, blackberries and credit cards.

To be honest my parents did help. We lived with them for a couple months between jobs at 18-19. Dad did fill my gas tank and change the oil a few times. We were grateful for their help. My Sherry always insisted on paying rent while there. It was always given back or not accepted.

There are times I don’t want to be around family.

There are times I want to be isolated  with Sherry. I guess that is what our lifestyle is all about.

There are times I am glad I am not some folk with their troubles.

There are times I am so thankful for my health, just hang around a hospital visiting for awhile and you will know what I mean. I am 73 and have never spent the night in a hospital except to support a family member.

There are times I would like to relax, no cares, and drive around on Sunday in this:

There are times I cannot stop myself, I must compliment the cashier or waiter. Once I told the girl, “You have the most beautiful eye color I have ever seen.” Her reply, “It’s not mine.”  (Then my sweetheart had to explain about color contacts after we left the store. LOL)

There are times as an old deaf person I make a fool of myself, and inside I feel sorry for myself, a few minutes later I laugh to myself and say, “that is silly, it is not going to kill you.”

Two deaf men are signing to each other.
The first man asks, "What did your wife say when you got home late last night?
The second man replies, "She swore a blue streak"
And the first man asks, "What did you do then?"
And the second man replies, "I turned out the light."

There are times I make a blog entry too long, this is one, sorry! Studies show that unless there is an outstanding format, 350 words or less, make a good entry, yeah I know I blew it..

Thanks for coming this way!

Nite Shipslog

PS:

If you talk to the Lord, mention Vernon, Sherry’s nother brother. Just has a knee replacement, ain’t working, they redo this evening, we are leaving to drive down.