bigcpl4fun
Oldies but goodies
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Time heals all wounds?
And wounds all heels....
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Time heals all wounds?
And wounds all heels....
Karma's on her J.O.B.
Karma's on her J.O.B.
Could be worse. We could still need a J.O.B
Problem is, it doesn't always fall on the deserving...
When I let people know I was retiring, they'd all say, "You won't have to work anymore." I'd always tell them, "I stopped working a long time ago."....
I retired and I am doing WHAT I LOVE!
I hope all are doing well and all the aches and pain are small and all are healthy and all are happy!
Thanks, yes I'm well. Aches and pains aren't bad. If you feel them, you're alive and like the guy whose name I can't remember said.....
As long as you're alive, there's more right with you than wrong with you!
He said..... ahhh he said ..... what were we talking about????
How does that saying go? If you're doing what you love, it's not work.
When I was being particularly annoying to my 8th graders, I'd smile and say, "And they pay me to have fun." It really pissed them off because they wanted to laugh, but laughing would only serve to rev me up.
He said..... ahhh he said ..... what were we talking about????
I don't know.
At least we know where we are...I think...
At least we know where we are...I think...
now I understand what my dad meant when he said, "You'll understand someday," lol.
I know where I am but I have no idea where you all are... lol
Every once in a while, when I get to feeling sorry for myself, I think my golden years are more like silver. Tarnished. I mope around the house, eat chocolate, gripe, moan, whine, think sour thoughts; and then I remember. Silver can be polished, if I care to do the work.
I'm here!
I know where I am but I have no idea where you all are... lol
Do we?
Well said !!!
And here in my heart.![]()
Every once in a while, when I get to feeling sorry for myself, I think my golden years are more like silver. Tarnished. I mope around the house, eat chocolate, gripe, moan, whine, think sour thoughts; and then I remember. Silver can be polished, if I care to do the work.
Every once in a while, when I get to feeling sorry for myself, I think my golden years are more like silver. Tarnished. I mope around the house, eat chocolate, gripe, moan, whine, think sour thoughts; and then I remember. Silver can be polished, if I care to do the work.
I'm here!