It is getting warmer here. The county is grading our road.

Comfort level is a good indicator. After dating someone half my age I found a sense of deja vu. Like I have encounter this before. She looked up to me but I found I was still not as mature as I thought I was. It became uncomfortable. No wonder she kept calling me 'daddy'; After meeting her real daddy he had trouble with her, too. But we did communicate real well. The problem was that she was suicidal and like she said I could not afford her drinking. Her dad has her down to three beers a day which was better than I could get with her. I think his success is that he isn't as emotionally attached as I was and that he is her real daddy. She kind of scared me though when she asked me when she could come home and got onto me for not answering the phone when she called.

What is harder for you to do; To ask for help or to give help?

The nice thing about tea is that it is good no matter what time of day it is. But the same could be said for coffee.

Some relationships break up before six months. Kudos on the eight months. After one room mate left the other house mate one stayed. I am having better luck with the house mate than the room mate. Maybe because we have always been good friends and don't want to mess that up.

Good morning. Wheres the coffee?

I wore one body pillow out from use. I had to get a back up body pillow.

Just one of them.

Do you think it is okay to have more than one body pillow?

Would you say a body pillow should count for three of those pillows? I am trying to cut down.

My friend's shrink told her that if you have 12 pillows or more you might have abandonment issues. How many pillows would you consider to be too many for a bed?

Number two is important. I enjoyed reading it all but number 2 I can really relate with.

Good morning. Its cold here. We started early Spring cleaning already.

We started to see about the shadow at midnight.

Thanks. :) I pray for her peace.

by RainbowSlider

You would get so tickled
When you got so pickled.
The forgotten cucumber
How you would slumber.

Long before you dilled
Our life was so thrilled.
High hopes and vision
As you cooked venison.

So many things mattered.
Like your kids chattered.
But you filled with brine.
Hope memories you find.

You always going away.
Come back but not stay.
Heard about other guys.
My head filled of whys.

My lost cucumber pal.
Such the beautiful gal.
I still love you, pickle.
Even if you are fickle.

But I had to let you go.
My love stopped grow.
Glad you have the bike.
I know you have a hike.

A journey without me.
Hope you can get free.
Not a cucumber again.
Maybe a good friend.

Welcome to the place. I turned 57 on the 29th. :)

I think the big freeze is here for me this morning.

After getting my heart reamed by a woman half my age. I am thinking it to be better to date in my own age group. Strangely enough the woman half my age was less mature than me. It surprised me, too.

Santa's name is not on the dollar bill. Does this mean we can really trust if Santa knows if we have been good or bad?