Okay, here’s the thing; I am trying to clean my computer. Too much stuff on here, far too much. A buddy died this year. An old ornrey motherfucker. Col. Walt was a buddy of mine in Kiwanis. Just a great human being who drove a Hummer and gave thirty-five years to the U.S. Army and thought that meant he could piss me off politically. Also had a interesting sense of humor. To Col. Walt, the worse the joke, the better. “Lunch-meeting-quality” he called it. He was good for many boob photos. Admire a man of his stature who kept still alive a part of the thirteen-year-old boy within. Here’s a terribly sexist tale from the Colonel. Trust me – no offense intended. – JDW
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It is important for men to remember that,
as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain
the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger.
When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are
oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an
oversensitive woman.
My name is Bob. Let me relate how I
handled the situation with my wife, Debbie. When I took
"early retirement" last year, it became necessary for Debbie
to get a full-time job along with her part-time job, both
for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed.
Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was
beginning to show her age.
I usually get home from the golf course
about the same time she gets home from work.
Although she knows how hungry I am, she
almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so
before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I
tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets
dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's
Grill at the club so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready
for some home cooked grub when I hit that door.
She used to do the dishes as soon as we
finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on
the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by
diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that
they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates
this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done
before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining, I
think. For example she will say that it is difficult for her
to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour.
But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile
and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over
two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so
much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now
and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I
like to think tact is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think
she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when
she was only half finished mowing the yard. I try not to
make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a
nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just
sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for
herself, she may as well make one for me too.
I know that I probably look like a saint
in the way I support Debbie. I'm not saying that showing
this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it
difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better
than I do how frustrating women get as they get older.
However, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and
less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I
will consider that writing it was well worthwhile.
After all, we are put on this earth to
help each other.....
Signed,
Bob
EDITOR'S NOTE: Bob died suddenly on May
27th. The police report says that he was found with a
Calloway extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club
rammed up his ass, with only 2 inches of grip showing. His
wife Debbie was arrested and charged with murder; however,
the all-woman jury found her Not Guilty, accepting her
defense that he accidentally sat down on it...
