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At this moment in time I consider my son-in -law a hero. I am lucky to have him in my life and my daughter’s. He is a hard working talented man and through some adversity he and my daughter have raised seven wonderful kids. His family is top priority and you can’t ask for better than that.
I’ll begin with WP as when I use the microphone to write a personal post like this one, parts just disappear. I should have screenshot my post because after I previewed this post, some of it just disappeared—AGAIN! 😖
(It just happened again-what I just wrote just disappeared.). So I’ll type and if you’re still reading, excuse my mistakes.
Back to point, Today is just a reminder of my stupidity when I signed up for a now apparent scam, putting in a dollar to a site that will probably end up costing me $300 in the long run in fraudulent charges. Go ahead put the big L on your forehead indicating me…
The frustration level on the old homestead is steadily increasing. Attempts to contact the bank on 800 or local number fail. Local doesn’t answer their phone or provide a message service. 800 number won’t accept my pin. My EFTs are not going through even though I was assured on the bank app they would. You can see how this is going to cause fees from those creditors and you can’t blame them. I think I may have to change banks and of course that causes a whole new set of pitas.
So what day is it anyway? I’ll refrain from any obscenity but you can fill in the blanks.
Always having an appetite for recognizing a faux pas in his colleagues, Jim’s arrogance displayed in a spoken answer to the group. “Apparently my friend Joe has never heard the word dank before,” chuckling. Joe’s trustworthy colleagues threw flames of contempt at Jim. For Joe, it was the final straw and he started advancing towards Jim. All week he had been ribbing Joe, picking on every word in his column. It was time for the fellow reporter to stop. What happened next of course, appeared in Jim’s next column, exaggerated as usual and ending up with him being the poor victim of an unwarranted assault.
Anybody else watching this tonight? I was not disappointed but miss the old faces; and glad they used some of the music from GoT. I’ll refrain from blabbing more until you tell me you’ve watched it.
I like a song with a good beat. It has to be varied, not a drone of the same type. The best is usually provided by the drums/percussionist. My favorite part of the band is percussion. The other instruments would be lost without their base-pun intended. Perseverance and strength are required to learn to be a drummer.
Mike started to feel sick. He never liked to float while doing the gambler gig. Vegas, Reno, sure, but doing a number on a Louisiana boat? Not his choice. It was a request from the supposed “crown” of his department in the DOJ. Mike never liked the guy and figured he would always be sent on these shit assignments until someone fired his boss. Of course everyone knew the boss took bribes but Mike just needed to find that one memento to prove it.
Jo had this unrelenting habit when a mean rumor would cross his path, usually one laden with exotic secrets, of deciding to seek the truth. On the chance that a haven of validity was hidden in the “lie”, he was a fool of a detective. To top it off, much to his wife’s concern, he housed his bony frame inside a thirties style suit and adorned a matching hat, making him feel like Sam Spade on a mission. Dashiell Hammett would be proud.
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