Ball Gown Prom Dresses 2020

Thank you to everyone who recognized my ever advancing age and march to senility today. A smart ass singer made this photo of me. I stress the word singer. Definitely NOT a background vocalist. A great friend took me out to lunch. I drank more than my fair share of coffee and Topo Chicos. Capping it off with a baseball game and trying with little success to get the triplets to fall asleep. Just when I think it's calming down, one of them will say "Michael! I don't wanna g ... o to school". They have heard my Mother call me Michael and they find it amusing to try it out themselves. Smart asses. They got the smart ass gene from their Mom. Birthdays are for taking stock. Here are the conclusions I have come to: I doubt I will ever be able to afford to retire, but if I can, I want to live in a city with a major league baseball team. I want to attend every game. So, I'm hoping Buda, Texas gets their own MLB team soon. That way I can just stay here. I don't ever want to have to buy another car. I'm hoping my mechanic can keep my Tahoe running forever. I would like to go fishing more. I would like to own more guitars, though I'm not sure why. You can only play one at a time. I'm not going to let that stop me though. As you get older, you realize that you can generally see both sides to an argument, which makes arguing not near as exciting as it once was. I don't let this stop me very often. I pick my side and run it into the ground. I am very fortunate to have a great family, an awesome wife, great kids, great friends. I absolutely love my job. I'm very fortunate because I know a lot of people do not love their jobs. The days fly by and I find myself having to not work just to give myself a break. I don't hate many things. I do hate the Yankees with a burning passion that I'm sure the world will still be able to feel long after I'm gone. I also hate the thought of a clock in baseball or an electronic umpire to call balls and strikes. I can't think of much else. I gotta go try and get the boys to fall asleep. If their mother knew it was this late and they weren't asleep yet....not good. So, thanks again. I enjoyed all the texts I got from those who called me an "old miserable bastard", and those that just said Happy Birthday. It was a good day. By the way, my Dad called me this morning from his cell phone. Then I talked to Mom on Dad's phone and he didn't want her to "burn up his minutes". That's old school. Ball Gown Prom Dresses 2020

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