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According to the old Greek that told this tale, the earth was young and only few walked on it.
On one particular day the gods were bored and had gathered to watch the few humans that treaded the earth.
Two caught there attention. One was a strong and powerful man. He had no fear and often spent hours staring at himself in calm waters. The gods found him most charming. Most likely, because he reminded them so much of their own self-centered selves.
They, then spotted another man on the opposite side of the mountain. He was scrawny and seemed preoccupied watching a colony of ants at work. He most likely had never seen himself in a calm pond of water and had no desire to.
After a couple of more goblets of wine they decide to go down and visit the humans. The carried each man a present which was the custom for the time.
When they reached earth and brought the two men together the older god announced he had brought two gifs.
The first was a fine mule and a sleek new wagon. The second was a small piece of paper and a pencil that was barley long enough to still write.
The old god, winked an stared at the beautiful and powerful man and told him to select first. He as well as his companions was all eying the mule and wagon.
The greedy powerful man saw their concerns and took the mule.
The gods smiled and gave the weaker man the discarded pencil and paper. With that they went back to where they had come.
Sometime later, the gods again met for an afternoon of discussion and wine. The two men came up and they looked over a rail to see the powerful man looking at himself in the pond. Not seeing the mule or wagon they decided to once again come down to earth to see what was happing.
Upon their arrival at the pond they ask the powerful man what had come of his gift. He looked a little sheepish and confessed.
“One day I was at this very watering hole. The mule you gave me was drinking his fill and I was admiring myself just up the stream there.
That silly little man came up with his little pencil and paper and ask me to sit with him. The next thing I know he had figured me right out of my wagon and mule.”
The moral of the story,,,,
Being strong and handsome will last you until you grow old. Being smart will last you a lifetime
I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.
I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink.
Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later.
I love you too!
Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.
Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.
I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.
When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.
I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?
I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.
I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.
My grandson and I share the same birth month. It is October. Our birthdays are within a couple of weeks of each other. That make me exactly fifty years older than him. He just turned 13. Right, do the math and you see I am 63 and have not updated my profile in a while.
Last night I thought back to when I turned 13. Like the title says 13 sucks.
When I was a kid, this is how life looked to me and most of my friends.
Birth – 5 You are a baby. The world revolves around you. You are happy.
6 – 12 you are a kid and everyday is a new adventure. Some excellent some not so pleasurable. You are happy.
13 you are a blank a negative more about 13 later.
14 When I was 14, you could get your license. A whole new world opened up. You were mobile and could get into all kinds of brand new trouble. You were very happy.
15 you got your first real summer job. It was normally doing something the high-school dropout labor refused to do. However, you had your own money. You were happy.
16 you met the girl of your dreams and fell in love. A month or so later she dumped you and were heart-broken. You day dreamed of killing yourself to get even with her. You could even see your own funeral. There was no hope. You could never forget her.
Two weeks later you met your second true love and forgot the first one’s name. You were happy.
17 you either got serious about school, or you dropped out and joined the service. This was a stupid idea but when you came home on leave, you could take your military ID and buy beer for yourself and your friends. You were happy.
18 you could now legally drink beer. You either started college or you got drafted. If you got drafted you could take your military ID and by hard liquor when on leave for yourself and friends.
If you went to college, you found someone with a fake ID. Either way you were happy.
19 you were standing somewhere. You might be standing in front of a judge deciding were to join the military or go to jail. You might be standing in front a preacher you never met before getting married.
You were doing this for one of the following reasons.
A. You were sure that you were in love.
B. The man standing behind you was going to kill you if you didn’t do right by his daughter.
C. Your girl friend was knocked up.
The one place you weren’t standing was in the room you grew up in. Somewhere between 18 and 19 either you moved out on your own or your daddy changed the locks and didn’t give you a key.
Either way you were happy even if it was for a short time.
Now back to 13. You are too old to get toys for Christmas, and you really don’t appreciate nice clothes.
You are too old to trick or treat, and you are too old to pass out candy. You are too young to roll yards, and you are a year away from driving.
You are old enough to keep the younger kids while your parents go out but too young to stay the weekend by yourself. In short, you are either too old or too young for anything. You are unhappy.