Life has learnt me.....

Not everyone will like you.

Not everyone will dislike you.

Never hold your pizza box like school books (vertically).

Boogers happen.  All they are is dust in the wind.

Pavlov should never be allowed to rescue or foster, ding.

Some like it hot, some like it cold.  The lucky ones find cause for smile in either.

Sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening, sugar at suppertime, then, sit on a wall, have a great fall, they'll never be able to put you back together again.

To double your money, fold it in half. (Thanks Granny.)

We ALL will get an itchy itchy rash, cry help, I've fallen and I can't get up, step on a nail, a Lego, a snail [barefoot], your dog's tail, the gas, others (with intent), others (without intent.) in gum, dog poop,

Some people smell......... really good.  Really bad.  Like smoke. Like alcohol.  Like a rat.

The longer one is alive, the quicker we are to 'turn the channel' on something, someone, we don't like.

Blood IS thicker than water, but it too will freeze, boil, say stupid stuff, but also give reason to look forward to the day, the week, the month, the year, life.

Life can be whittled down to a shoe store.  We will never be able to see the view from all of the shoes within. Time will happen when you need steel toe shoes but ain't got 'em on.  Time will happen where you do things that your really know better than to do, and even if you're wearing sneakers, people will find out.  It's hard to find a good fit.  We all get measured.  Some are narrower, wider, longer, shorter than others.  Like poo poo, all feet will eventually stink.

It takes leather balls to play rugby. (That was for you JC, may you RIP.)

Pretending and make believe doesn't end with childhood. Everyone occasionally fakes it, yes, even us men. (Most, occasionally have a dirty mind.)

It's a different day and age.  Jeans now resemble Demolition Derby's. Usedta be, once a year, Marcel would come take your picture. Kids nowadays can't do anything without being on camera. Phones.  Ring doorbells. Security cameras. Facetime. Zoom.  GoPros, you name it, they snap it. They even Snap your chats.

Usedta be just when Lizzie Borden came around. Now, everyone gets hacked.

You 'SOMEBODY'?  Valedictorian?  PERFECT ACT Score?  Come see us when your time is coming and tell us you never ever forgot your UserID/password.

Interest is interesting. Love interest. Simple interest. Compound interest. Disinterest, datinterest. Of life, of people, of situation, Arte Johnson (Wolfgang) perhaps summed it up best, "Verry interesting."

Do something that someone doesn't agree with, some will say "That's it, never again will you get a chance with me." Most, I believe, will give a second chance. Grandparents and Wordle players give a minimum of six.

We'll probably never acquire all we want, but we're blessed in having what we need.

Relationships.  Wow, that's a blog for another day.  Some get it just right like Goldilocks.  There are 'stories' like Cinderella/Prince Charming, George/Gracie, Jimmy/Rosalynn, Jimmy/Mrs. Calabash, Ellen/Portia, Goldie/Kurt, John/Yoko, Johnny/June, Oprah/Stedman, Fred/Ethel, Barney/Betty, Fred/Wilma....even some we know.  You know who they are.  They're lucky, BUT, they work at it, deserve it.  Some of us, get it right, for awhile. Enjoy 'while' you got it.  

Even though it's said it's 'like riding a bike', in real life, one day we won't be able to. Sadly, everything ends.

Life's a gas.  Everyone farts. Pass it on.

Love, Victurd