Learned a lesson a few weeks back, and that lesson was, ‘What I hear isn’t necessarily what you said.’
Why do I need that lesson?
Read on…
Learned a lesson a few weeks back, and that lesson was, ‘What I hear isn’t necessarily what you said.’
Why do I need that lesson?
Read on…
In the future, when bad weather is forecast, and you are bombarded with news flashes to ‘stay off the road’ or ‘emergency vehicles only’, but you think, ‘it’s not too bad, I can go out’ do me a favor: don’t.
During this holiday season, you think people who work in retail stores would be sure the customer was satisfied with their purchases, in hope for a return visit.
You may think that, but you’d be wrong.
Re-Post from an earlier blog:
When I first was separated from my ex-wife, Arlene, my three kids were all under 10 years old. When Christmas came around that year I knew it was going to be hard — maybe not so much for the kids, but for me (selfish).
Everything from my ex-wife, messy house, and a certain German dictator were discussed
I loved getting together with family, seeing my Grandmother, my Aunts and Uncles and especially my cousins, but when it came to the food, I was terrible. I was an adopted loaf of white bread in a family of exquisite pastries.
When the kids came along to have a house filled with Halloween decorations was appropriate. The trick-or-treaters that ventured up our walkway were assaulted by various forms of zombies and ghouls that reached from the grave to take hold of the little princesses and cowboys in search of candy.
If you heard this one side of my cell phone conversation, what would you think?
"Hello, yeah, is he gone?"
(muffled reply)
"What? You said he'd be gone by 5:45. I'm not just going to keep driving around waiting for him to leave."