FEATURED Morning Pops!

Runwildboys said:

I used to tell my wife it'd be okay in the end, but she always said no.

Click to expand...

CouchCoach said:

The end comes too late to realize it for what it is.

Time management seldom allows for the end.

All ends are not the same, we control most of them in our lives.

Click to expand...

Xelda said:

There are the larger things that are out of my control and I can't accept them, so I ignore their existence. This falls under ignorance is bliss.

Click to expand...

CouchCoach said:

Yes my dear, never give anything control that you can't take control back.

That old "go with the flow' only works as long as it's going where you want to go.

Click to expand...

ABQCOWBOY said:

Morning Pops, Morning Jobs. Morning Fellas and good morning to all who stop in and visit this thread.

Hope everybody is doing well. I welcome everybody to Friday.

Got the second Pfizer shot yesterday. Tired today but still gonna go out and have a few beers today. If I have to feel like I'm hung over, might as well get my monies worth.

Hope everybody is doing well. Enjoy your weekend and stay safe everyone!

Song for your Friday afternoon......

This is Flock Of Seagulls with Space Age Love Song. I was in love with Jen Connelly when I was a kid, BTW......

Click to expand...

Runwildboys said:

I'm still in love with her!

Click to expand...

ABQCOWBOY said:

Don't blame you one bit Brother. Lets us go ahead and have a drink to here, of course you will have to do it from your local watering hole and me from mine.

Click to expand...

Runwildboys said:

I'll have to do a shot of water, since I'm at the gym.

Click to expand...

Xelda said:

Well Pops and Popsadoodles, I'm furious with Paul McCartney today. I had a dream that I drove to work and he along with Christopher Lloyd were there. He needed to get to a convention in Shreveport and asked me to drive him there. I thought LET'S GO. He wanted to drive, so off we went. We had to stop and let Christopher out in a seedy part of town to talk to a friend and buy some wacky weed. Don't ask, I'm through trying to understand where my brain comes up with this stuff at. After I drop Sir Paul off, I'd go back and pick Christopher Lloyd up.

We get to the seedy area and Christopher is trying to bum money to buy weed and booze with. I said no and we hastily left him behind. When we got to the convention, he said he wanted to keep the car. It's way after work by now and my jaw hits concrete. How could I say no to him? How am I getting home? How am I going to pick Lloyd up? My phone is no where to be found (not uncommon). I can't call anyone because their numbers are programmed into my phone.

I see a bus and hop on it. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm going somewhere. It's full of people either coming from church or heading out to a party. They're all decked out and I'm wearing my casuals. One older woman sees me feeling out of place, so she takes some flowers out of her hat and sticks them in my hair. The bus stops at a market, so she buys me a bright scarf and fusses over me very maternal like. The next bus driver is a drinker and drives the bus up on the side of a bridge. People are falling off and I grab one by the shoulder. She's griping about how I'm hurting her until she looks down and sees people falling. After that, she was appreciative and I was amazed by my own strength. I lost my maternal friend though. Paul left the area and Christopher Lloyd hasn't been seen or heard from since.

I'm mad at myself too, because I couldn't think of a single question to ask the former Beatle. So starts the weekend. Have a good one everyone.

Click to expand...

Xelda said:

Well Pops and Popsadoodles, I'm furious with Paul McCartney today. I had a dream that I drove to work and he along with Christopher Lloyd were there. He needed to get to a convention in Shreveport and asked me to drive him there. I thought LET'S GO. He wanted to drive, so off we went. We had to stop and let Christopher out in a seedy part of town to talk to a friend and buy some wacky weed. Don't ask, I'm through trying to understand where my brain comes up with this stuff at. After I drop Sir Paul off, I'd go back and pick Christopher Lloyd up.

We get to the seedy area and Christopher is trying to bum money to buy weed and booze with. I said no and we hastily left him behind. When we got to the convention, he said he wanted to keep the car. It's way after work by now and my jaw hits concrete. How could I say no to him? How am I getting home? How am I going to pick Lloyd up? My phone is no where to be found (not uncommon). I can't call anyone because their numbers are programmed into my phone.

I see a bus and hop on it. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm going somewhere. It's full of people either coming from church or heading out to a party. They're all decked out and I'm wearing my casuals. One older woman sees me feeling out of place, so she takes some flowers out of her hat and sticks them in my hair. The bus stops at a market, so she buys me a bright scarf and fusses over me very maternal like. The next bus driver is a drinker and drives the bus up on the side of a bridge. People are falling off and I grab one by the shoulder. She's griping about how I'm hurting her until she looks down and sees people falling. After that, she was appreciative and I was amazed by my own strength. I lost my maternal friend though. Paul left the area and Christopher Lloyd hasn't been seen or heard from since.

I'm mad at myself too, because I couldn't think of a single question to ask the former Beatle. So starts the weekend. Have a good one everyone.

Click to expand...