Augie

I am on Day #427 of my Duolingo French classes. She would find me irresistible! If anybody actually starts speaking French I am completely lost, so maybe one lesson a day isn’t going to cut it. 🤷‍♂️

It’s the camera angle. She’s actually much bigger.

Without more knowledge, I can’t feel too strongly.

Tennis was great back in the day. Sampras was my guy for a while during that period. When he needed a point, he’d blast a serve off the line with pinpoint accuracy. Since Federer and Rafa have dropped off the scene there is nobody I really feel compelled to follow. On the women’s side I’ll watch Jess Pegula any time, but especially if it’s doubles with Coco Gauff.

Freshman year of college they had a big opening weekend with beer trucks and bands. I was busy meeting guys I still text with almost daily. We hit it off, the night goes on and the next thing you know it’s time for breakfast. After we eat they put us on buses. Buses with no restrooms. I’m in a new town, and I have no idea where we are going, but I know this bus ride is lasting FAR too long. Where the hell are we going? A bus packed with new people I’m going to spend the next 4 years with. My stomach starts really doing a thing. Do I ask them to pull over? Do I just ask to get off? I think you get the agony without any more detail because it’s still a bit disturbing to think about. So, eventually we pull up to some kind of camp for the day. I’m knocking people over trying to get off the bus and to the building 100 yards away….without anything “eventful” happening. I am the first one to the building and I go in the first restroom I see. It was not the men’s restroom. I did not care. Sorry for dragging on, but in response to your post I had to paint the scene. Anyway, two girls come in and take the stalls on both sides of me. I promise you, nothing dainty happened in that bathroom! 😱 Oh, we’ve come a long way from the beauty salon! EDIT: If I don’t tell how I ended up in the ladies room, well that would just be creepy without some explanation. .

I only married the one lady, but she was talking over the weekend of planning a trip to New Orleans in February. “Why not? We should go to the Super Bowl!” I begged her not to get ahead of herself, but I love the spirit!

They called and asked if my son wanted to play All Stars when baseball season ended. They wanted him at 2nd base and hitting lead off. I asked him and he responded “Do I have to? Half the guys are standing around, and the other half are sitting.” From the mouths of babes. He went on to play sports where there is more action.

I still enjoy college basketball (in fact I’m looking forward to Xavier playing Michigan tonight), but I won’t even watch the NBA Finals any more. If they start talking NBA, I change the channel. We took our young AAU playing boys to an NBA game in Charlotte one time and about two minutes in my scrappy little point guard turned to me and said “they’re not even trying!” Exactly. Like the NFL, if you don’t care about the integrity of the game, why should I care?

Cutting edge, I like it. You left my Pong behind.

Fred Flintsone castle. That’s not me, but I’m remembering my uncle the fireman coming to visit while I was building mine. That is one of my earliest memories. .

I have a buddy who makes gumbo out of it, and it’s amazing. I must have done something differently. 🤷‍♂️

This is my wife’s absolute favorite and she will get it at every opportunity! It’s funny how predictable we both are looking at menus. 😂 We were out in SF decades ago doing touristy things and stopped at Fisherman's Wharf for dinner at a tourist trap. (I suppose that is redundant.) I ordered the special which was very much like this and when the bill came it was roughly one billion dollars. 😳 I’m never shy about asking how much something is if I have any doubts. .

I remember the year we got Pong, and it was the coolest thing in the world! I also remember a hockey stick behind the tree somewhere most years, an occasional bike and always clothes. It’s funny that nothing really stands out despite my parents going all out for Christmas. Maybe because of this, one year my sister and her family skipped all gifts for Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. They took all the money they saved and paid for about half of what it cost them to go to Paris for Christmas. It didn’t pay for the whole trip, but it was a good chunk, especially because that’s not ideal weather so less expensive. They wouldn’t remember the ugly sweater they got, but they all remember Paris!

Isn’t the internet GREAT? Thanks, Al Gore.

I would be willing to volunteer my services on this decision because I know absolutely nothing, but I’m afraid that would actually help. .

I don’t know who most of these names are in this thread, but I’m a big fan of your three choices.

I’m not really a huge fan of museums or cathedrals, but Sagrada Familia in Barcelona is a stunning cathedral. The stained glass gives you cool blues and greens in the morning sun, and reds and oranges at sunset. It feels like you can reach out and touch the light. It’s very hard to describe. I found it to be more impressive than the Sistine Chapel. As for museums, I preferred the d’Orsay in Paris over the Louvre. The art is just more relatable and basically the art chapter that came after the stuff in the Louvre. I was surprised to learn that the Mona Lisa was actually stolen long ago. It was felt that because it was relatively small and of a woman it was less important and might not be noticed or be a big deal. We took our grandson to the Museum of Natural History in NYC a couple summers ago. It was cool to see the museum again, and even better to see it with a wide eyed 9 year old boy.

No, but you might go to every other week on the housekeepers and start cutting your own grass. Maybe vacation at a state park rather than a Disney property. Congratulations, you completely missed the entire point. It’s all relative.

I go to Whole Foods on Tuesday to pick up a lot of stuff, including full meal options for our DIL who is vegetarian. It’s about food, but it’s really about family and friends.

I understand. There is no emoji that respects that properly.

Maybe someone else puts their plans for a 32’ Boston Whaler on hold. It’s all relative.

You just should have gotten an Uber. Problem solved. 🤷‍♂️

Early in our marriage this was part of our ritual on Thursday Taco Nights. Great show. Great times.

That seems pretty simple to me. The people who say it is for maintaining their lifestyle come off as simple as well.

When I met my wife she drove a powder blue Ford Pinto with no A/C (but it did have a sunroof to speed up the cooking process) and a stick shift. Her families home was in a rolling, winding hilly area. With stop signs. It was much easier to do what they call the “Carolina Roll” thru stop signs. She had so many points she had to take driving classes to keep her license! To this day she will kid at a stop sign and as soon as we come to a complete stop she says “Stop. S-T-O-P. Stop.” 😂