Them_Changes

In youth we learn...

In age we understand...

It's long been my belief that it isn't "life" that puts the strain and wear and tear on us...Fact is, it's them damn changes that produce all the stress. Hell, once we get life crammed into a "routine", it's pretty simple...perhaps some would say "boring", but for the sake of argument, here, we'll say simple...

So, cleave "simple" unto your bosum, and covet it at every twist and turn...And, now that we've clearly spotted the goal, let's go out there, raise our emotions to a fevered pitch, shout "YAY" and then just sit down, kick back, and avoid them damn changes! Take a tip from your old Uncle evilEd...

Relax and read slowly through this site, keeping an eye out for those little pearls of wisdom that my old Pappy used to call "Oklahoma Shithouse Philosophy"

and...Thanx for listenin'

evilEd.

WORKING PEOPLE FREQUENTLY ASK RETIRED PEOPLE WHAT THEY DO TO MAKE THEIR DAYS INTERESTING.

I WENT TO THE STORE THE OTHER DAY. I WAS ONLY IN THERE FOR ABOUT 5 MINUTES. WHEN I CAME OUT THERE WAS A CITY COP WRITING OUT A PARKING TICKET. I WENT UP TO HIM AND SAID, "COME ON, BUDDY, HOW ABOUT GIVING A SENIOR A BREAK?"

HE IGNORED ME AND CONTINUED WRITING THE TICKET. I CALLED HIM A NAME. HE GLARED AT ME AND BEGAN WRITING ANOTHER TICKET FOR HAVING WORN TIRES, SO I CALLED HIM A WORSE NAME. HE FINISHED THE SECOND TICKET AND PUT IT ON THE WINDSHIELD WITH THE FIRST. THEN HE STARTED WRITING A THIRD TICKET.

THIS WENT ON FOR ABOUT 20 MINUTES. THE MORE I ABUSED HIM THE MORE TICKETS HE WROTE.

I DIDN'T CARE, THOUGH. MY CAR WAS PARKED AROUND THE CORNER AND THIS ONE HAD A bush/cheney BUMPER STICKER ON IT.

I TRY TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN EACH DAY NOW THAT I'M RETIRED. IT'S IMPORTANT AT OUR AGE.