bill from lachine
Gold Member
2GF,
I hope you guys catch some whoppers.
Regards + HH
Bill
I hope you guys catch some whoppers.
Regards + HH
Bill
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Well, I guess this is spose to be confession day......
I have a lot of alone time, as the other can be in Puerto Rica, N.Car., Idaho, or anywhere in between.... those that know me know, I don't blahblah where, when, reasons, that's my business (+safety reasons).
So this summer I ran away from home...., lol, again.
I was tired of sitting in a swamp, knowing everyday is gonna get hotter than the next, so I packed up me and the spare snacks..... errr.... I mean "the good birds", and we ran away to the beach for the summer.
I had a decision every morning when I got up and walked to then end of my street......
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Go north or go south..... I had a fork in the road, and I took it!
You have no idea how hard it is, to get a meal in, while in the water for 8-10 hours a day!
My BMI is actually in the negative! Which may not be too bad a thing, lol.
It was a great summer and I hope to get to go live on Marco Island next summer!
Hey, someone say party at TGFs' house?
In light of re-reading my past posts,
I feel the need to expand my education and understanding of Dementia.
How this disease effects the elderly, the impact upon Family and Friends and
I'm especially interested in how it effects homeless Veterans.
Dementia
Hope all understand.
My Best Wishes,
Scott
Every man has to have a hobby. I have been watching Ebay for one of these for years. Its called a Kirby Morgan 17B. I have dove them before. To buy a used one anywhere will range from $3-7000.00. I bought this one very, very cheap. She wont dive again, I want it for memorabilia on the mantle. Now I'll take my time and slowly rebuild her and probably wont even put COMMS in it.......but something nice for an old retired diver like myself......Wheres DR? He could probably rebuild it with his eyes closed.....hahahaha......Not a boat, but got it while she is gone. Probably make her mad.......I DONT CARE............hahahahahahahaha I did run the serial numbers through Kirby Morgan. This helmet was built in 1984. Should be here by Friday
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Cognitive psychology can be affected by factors originating outside the brain, yet hard to discern as being from external factors..
Sometimes does not take much for long to permanent effects.
At least per one personally known sample...
You were talking about Dementia, and a song sprung to mine. This might be a little "fast" or "Loud" for some.....
These lyrics lead me to believe...he has been there, or knows somebody whom has.
Hello me, meet the real me
And my misfit's way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me and
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache
Sinking down to your level
Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Well, me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile it's blacktooth grin
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets