Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Where the hell did the time go???

WOW! What a difference 48 years or so makes!!

I was recently over at my buddy Pat's blog and I left a comment regarding the fact that when I attended the Veterans Watch-Fire this past Memorial Day weekend and observed all these old WWII, Korean and Vietnam Vets, I asked myself,

"Who the hell are all these OLD GUYS?"

Then it hit me, "They are ME (as evidenced by the two photoygraffs below), and "The Chief", and Pat, as well as "Subvet"
at "Blowing Sanitary #1", and John over at "Old Soldier", and "Mushy" over at Mushy's Moochings.

And I cain't ferget some of my old "Bubblehead"(Submarine) shipmates like "Jay" over at Sleepy Eyed Whiners of the Deep, or "Bothenook" at "A Geezers Corner" nor Joel at "The Stupid Shall be Punished", and "Sonarman" at Submarines Forever, and "Vigilis" at Molten Eagle, and also a Navy Senior Chief Petty Officer over at "Dons_Mind".

One left, Myron, that very distinguished member of the elite Submarine Veterans group, "The Holland Club"

DAMN...When the hell did we get so old?? As Chester A Reilly would have said,

"What a revolt'n development this is!"

Time ravages ALL OF US my friends, some harder than others...**Sigh**



The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, "I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order." The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.

"Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini."

After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end. "I've been diagnosed with AIDS." The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.

After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, "Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that?"

"Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone."

And THAT, my friends, is what is called, "Putting Your Affairs In Order."


Women are like phones:
They like to be held, talked to, and touched often.
But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected.