A fat kid overdosing on Smarties.

Last week I experienced, yet again a death that was way, way too early. 64 is too early to go. It's not right and it's unfair that some of us get to live to 80 and beyond and yet others are swooped up way before time. It is, however a reminder to us all when someone is taken prematurely that we should always treat each day like it's our last. Well maybe that last statement is a bit over the top. If we treated each day like it was our last then no one would go to work, everyone would be drunk, we would all be making phone calls to tell people what we really think and we would be indulging in our secret fantasies if we could, but I wouldn't be able too because the zoo would probably be shut because all the zoo people would be home because there not going to go to work on their last day. Hmmm, enough said about that! Any way what it really means is that we should try and be really happy, extremely happy, as happy as a fat kid overdosing on smarties. Yep, guess as I draw closer to 50 and closer to the Pearly Gates I am still being given the odd life lesson. Guess you can teach an old dog new tricks after all!

D Day

Well another week has passed by and 'D'day is drawing closer. I still have no comments on my blog because it is buried deep in the crust of the bloggerssphere. I am only about 7500000 down the list of pages with a similar name to mine. At this rate I should be about 427 years old before my blog is on one of the front pages of Google. And yes, I intend to live this long just to witness this event. How do i intend living this long? Well I have goggled people that have lived to very old ages and then created a spread sheet and analyzed the results. They are: Don't smoke (anything) don't have sex (with anything) don't drink beer (of any kind) don't go out doors (ever), don't drive (especially indoors), don't eat anything that tastes nice and don't, whatever you do keep pets with bigger teeth than yours! And that it folks, that's all you need to do.

Russian Dancing Bears

Hi there! Well a week has passed since I started this blog. Only problem is its about 750000 in the search page list, so i guess I'm more alone than I thought! I had my daughters Deb Ball on Friday night and it was sadly amusing to see all the blokes my age dancing with their daughters (using the term dancing very loosely) we were all a bunch of 'stiffs in our suits' moving like dying fish out of water. Guess thats what we were, a bunch of fish, gasping for air. It would have been akin to watching a circus act of ravishing beauties partnered up with trained Russian Dancing Bears. After the dance my back ached and my feet were sore. Yep, getting old. Finally got a fence up around my new house this week. There have been problems getting the Dork that owns the house next door to agree on fence, I eventually had to kill him. Just kidding, anyway the fence defines certain boundaries, the cat is happy we have boundaries and so am I. Years ago I would not have cared so much, but now I need to know my limits and my boundaries. So, time for a group hug everyone!!!. If anyone is actually reading this, THANKYOU! OH thankyou so much.

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72 days left before i turn 50!!!!

Hi, Welcome to my nightmare! I feel like a victim tied to a train track with a locomotive screaming towards me, the villain beside the track is laughing in his dusty pin stripped suit and tall hat. The villain is old age' and he, like the freight train, is going to get me. To quote Uncle Eddies young daughter in the movie 'Christmas Vacation', "I'm shittin bricks". I don't feel old, sure I might look it, but i don't feel it. In 72 days I will be 50. Can anyone out there help me through this roller coaster ride and midlife crisis. Feel free to send me a Corvette if you have a spare one, I'm sure it would help. I will get on here every day I can to let you all know how I'm coping.