Yesterday in the IIS -105 thread, I stuck a post in there at 10:44 AM Eastern stating that I would no longer be posting for quite awhile. That decision was based on my feeling that my posts were getting "more bizarre and stupid by the day" and were not informative, but it had nothing to do with anybody here.
One of the reasons for my decision probably was that after Journeyman's age and location thread, I felt as though maybe I was like one of those people in that commercial about not quiting school. You know you've probably seen it: the old lady cheerleader and a few other sad old people trying to play with kids if I can say that.
I don't recall anybody ever flaming me and the real stupid posts were just ignored as they should have been so that didn't have anything to do with it. The two months or so I have been corresponding with you wonderful people rank right up there with winning my first dime bet,the birth of my children and finding Mrs. Jones, BTW, thanks WEEKENDALKI for your kind response.
Well for a few hours, I felt as if King Kong had been lifted from my shoulders. I was happy and gay. The Mrs. and I spent a few hours outdoors and since I'm not playing the NFL this year that was wonderful. Then evening rolled around I began seeing threads I wanted to respond to. I had things I wanted to say and questions I wanted to ask. Nevermind though, it was easy to turn the Series game off after seven innings and go to sleep especially not having anything down on it.
This morning I woke up real early about 9:30 AM. Mrs. Jones brought me my coffee and we began watching CNN for a few minutes as is customary for us before I then retire to the office and log on to my recently installed home page.
This morning though, she noticed I was sitting on the edge of the couch and chain smoking which I don't usually do that early in the morning. When I put a cigarette out she noticed I was biting my fingernails worse than South Florida coach Jim Leavitt does almost through the entirety of a game. She shamed me by saying "I don't think you're going to make it for 24 hours." I fervently assured her I would. She replied "I wouldn't bet on it."
So then she went outside to feed the ducks and and get the paper, which mind you not even Tony Soprano can train his wife to do. Then she left the house to get more cigarettes for me. I sensed an opportunity and I quickly darted into the office. Unfortunately I got carried away with editing my excess verbiage as is my norm and she got home. She noticed the yellow and white on the screen and my fingers flying on the keyboard and then despite my protestations like "Baby I made it for more than 24 hours"
All I can say is I stopped gambling this summer for 2 months, I once stopped smoking for six years and periodically take a furloughs from that nasty habit even now. I can easily not drink for days if necessary. Fortunately it's never really necessary for me. I quit the funny smoke years ago and sex is something Mrs. Jones wishes was still an addiction. But this, this RX has apparently taken over my life like nothing before. So like it or not guys, you will apparently have to put up with these idiotic posts at least periodically. It matters not if they garner a response or two or if they are ignored. All is good and she can
anytime
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And this is the honest to God truth. Just as I finished that sentence and was about to click on post now, she reminds me that yesterday was her birthday and I forgot all about it. Well, I had at least stashed away a funny birthday card that says you might be a redneck if you can remember the whole NASCAR schedule but can't remember your wife's birthday. I had bought this for her months ago [something I suggest you all do and you see this is now an informative post and as so is socially redeeming] in case I forgot it yesterday. So I was able to pull it out of the drawer quickly, sign it and run it out to her where she was writing out the bills. Anyway, she wasn't exactly happy, but when she got the card she just laughed and gave me a hug. Then she said "it's alright honey you were too excited about getting your NBA contest team yesterday".
So I just ate a blue pill and this time I'll only be gone for a few hours.
What a woman!!!
One of the reasons for my decision probably was that after Journeyman's age and location thread, I felt as though maybe I was like one of those people in that commercial about not quiting school. You know you've probably seen it: the old lady cheerleader and a few other sad old people trying to play with kids if I can say that.
I don't recall anybody ever flaming me and the real stupid posts were just ignored as they should have been so that didn't have anything to do with it. The two months or so I have been corresponding with you wonderful people rank right up there with winning my first dime bet,the birth of my children and finding Mrs. Jones, BTW, thanks WEEKENDALKI for your kind response.
Well for a few hours, I felt as if King Kong had been lifted from my shoulders. I was happy and gay. The Mrs. and I spent a few hours outdoors and since I'm not playing the NFL this year that was wonderful. Then evening rolled around I began seeing threads I wanted to respond to. I had things I wanted to say and questions I wanted to ask. Nevermind though, it was easy to turn the Series game off after seven innings and go to sleep especially not having anything down on it.
This morning I woke up real early about 9:30 AM. Mrs. Jones brought me my coffee and we began watching CNN for a few minutes as is customary for us before I then retire to the office and log on to my recently installed home page.
This morning though, she noticed I was sitting on the edge of the couch and chain smoking which I don't usually do that early in the morning. When I put a cigarette out she noticed I was biting my fingernails worse than South Florida coach Jim Leavitt does almost through the entirety of a game. She shamed me by saying "I don't think you're going to make it for 24 hours." I fervently assured her I would. She replied "I wouldn't bet on it."
So then she went outside to feed the ducks and and get the paper, which mind you not even Tony Soprano can train his wife to do. Then she left the house to get more cigarettes for me. I sensed an opportunity and I quickly darted into the office. Unfortunately I got carried away with editing my excess verbiage as is my norm and she got home. She noticed the yellow and white on the screen and my fingers flying on the keyboard and then despite my protestations like "Baby I made it for more than 24 hours"
All I can say is I stopped gambling this summer for 2 months, I once stopped smoking for six years and periodically take a furloughs from that nasty habit even now. I can easily not drink for days if necessary. Fortunately it's never really necessary for me. I quit the funny smoke years ago and sex is something Mrs. Jones wishes was still an addiction. But this, this RX has apparently taken over my life like nothing before. So like it or not guys, you will apparently have to put up with these idiotic posts at least periodically. It matters not if they garner a response or two or if they are ignored. All is good and she can
And this is the honest to God truth. Just as I finished that sentence and was about to click on post now, she reminds me that yesterday was her birthday and I forgot all about it. Well, I had at least stashed away a funny birthday card that says you might be a redneck if you can remember the whole NASCAR schedule but can't remember your wife's birthday. I had bought this for her months ago [something I suggest you all do and you see this is now an informative post and as so is socially redeeming] in case I forgot it yesterday. So I was able to pull it out of the drawer quickly, sign it and run it out to her where she was writing out the bills. Anyway, she wasn't exactly happy, but when she got the card she just laughed and gave me a hug. Then she said "it's alright honey you were too excited about getting your NBA contest team yesterday".
So I just ate a blue pill and this time I'll only be gone for a few hours.
