So short week this one...brew time...
hiya tt ..how are you faring?glad you enjoyed your walk...one of the reasons I didnt want to go out was the fat that walking across fields would give me lots of time to think...in actual fact ,like you it was the opposite..I enjoyed it .the peace everything..
Julie is back at work today,and me ..the king of housework is at it too..
hiya Sam the door how are you today then...roarin fire plenny of tunes ..sounds like you enjoyed yourself ...and no sore head to wake up with ..are you still on the land with the conservation?you have a great day friend.
hiya Snoopy ...how are you this fine day then?all good I hope.....
Mr G and gday to you too..hope you have a good 17 mate
Starty ...hows the manflu man?getting pampered by you at his every whim? ok it sounded good ...not that I believe it! how are you ?hows the aches and pains doing?
hi ppqp ..hny ..yes its a fair wee bit of time now af..I would have thought there would have been plenty of celebrations in Calgary...there is a pretty big Scottish contingent there and there must be at least 20 pipe bands..the police ,the airport the Calgary highlanders the 78th the legion....there must have been something for free at one stage for all these Jocks to stay there!! Youve even got your own highland games!!
hiya SF.....There are so many FREE awesome events here .....IM ON MY WAY!!!!!! hny to you ...Live your life as you choose...thats the best way...never mind the Greek granny n her blue cheese!!:welldone:whatever you feel good with ..you do..
as for the physical journal.....I have been doing that for about 6 years now,tho at times I have missed a few days...food exercise,moods anything at all I put in it...I find it at times when I get hacked off useful to look at what I have written..Its easier to find solutions to written as opposed to scrambling it all around in my head...
hey pauly the mind reader!!keep the house cleaner ....why wheres she goin?looking at your list I could subscribe to a good few of them..buying crap...yep Im good at that ..not only do I buy one tho...if its there I will buy a few...just in case..in case of what?the world ending?a world shortage of crap that aint needed?likewise with being nicer to people...sometimes I m the president of the grumpy gits society...
hiya pie ...well done on your 3rd af noo year..its a great feeling isnt it?hows your dad doing?and the k9 gang?
Lav fifty degrees?thats tropical!!despite the cold,Ive noticed buds appearing on both my apple and cherry trees..as for the weight game..yep Ive got a few...(good few lbs to lose)...Ive cut out bread,which I dont eat a lot of anyway crisps cheese biscuits etc..and fizzy pop...trouble is drinking water doesnt do it for me...I drink water thru necessity not as a choice drink...so if anyone has any ideas for brightening up water calorie free let me know!! anyway heres a cal fee cawfee..
right good people ..have a good day,....see yall tomoz...
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A little old lady walks into Bank of America and asks to open a savings account. The new accounts receptionist first thinks this is strange, probably because everyone is leaving them for credit unions now. At any rate, the accounts person asks her how much she wanted to deposit to open the account, and the little old lady replies, "Three million dollars." The accounts person is startled, and says, "In what form?" and the little old lady says, "Cash. I've got it right here in this bag..."
The accounts person looks and, sure enough, the lady has a big grocery bag just chock full of green stuff with big denominations. In light of this highly unusual event, the accounts person excuses herself to get the president of the bank involved. He arrives, and escorts the little old lady to his office to handle it personally. Once in his office, he asks the little old lady where she got so much money. She says, "Gambling."
"Gambling?", he says. "What sort of gambling?"
"Oh, I make bets with people on all sorts of things, and I usually win. For example, I've got $100,000 right here that says that by noon tomorrow your balls will be square, and I'll even give you 10:1 odds. You got $10,000 you'd be willing to wager on that?" The bank president is shocked at this sort of thing coming from a sweet little old lady, but he didn't get to be the president of Bank of America without knowing a thing or two about money. "I suppose I could come up with enough to cover that wager, but I wouldn't feel right taking it from you... there's just no way you could win that bet!" The little old lady just shook the bag and said, "I know what I'm doing... and I can afford to lose! Is it a bet?"
"OK, have it your way", said the president, and they shook hands on it." See you at 11:55 tomorrow morning", said the little old lady, and with that she left.
Next morning at 11:55 the little old lady arrives with a younger man in a three-piece suit, and is escorted to the bank president's office. The president is a nervous wreck, though a happy one. He'd gotten almost no sleep the night before, waking every few minutes to feel his balls to check for impending squareness, but nothing happened all night. He had checked hundreds of times that morning, but still nothing; perfectly normal. When the little old lady arrived he started to relax, knowing he had won. "Come in, please have a seat! Who might this gentleman be?" said the president. "He's my lawyer. For a bet of this size I want to have a witness. Any objections?"
"No, perfectly understandable", said the president. "Well, it's now noon, and I'm still unchanged, so I guess I win!" he said happily.
"Not so fast!" said the little old lady. "For a hundred grand I want to verify things personally! Please, drop your pants!"
The bank president is a bit flustered, but agrees that in her position he'd want proof as well, so he drops his pants. The little old lady goes over to him and reaches out to feel the organs in question. "OK, you win, here's your $100,000," says the little old lady, handing over a bag of bills. As she does so, her lawyer starts banging his head against the wall and moaning.
"What's wrong with him?" asks the bank president.
"Oh, he's just upset... sore loser if you ask me. You see, I had a bet for $1,000,000 with him that I would have the President of Bank of America by the balls by noon today
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