Camper update

I’ve been making some progress on the camp trailer that I’ve been redoing. I have gutted out about two thirds of it to the outside skin, installed new framing, installed new double pane windows and installed the foam insulation panels. Next I will be installing a ceiling of wood paneling.

I took Helen to the hospital yesterday. Just so they could get a sample of her blood. Then she treated me to breakfast at the Cornerhouse Café, I don’t like to eat out much but she loves to. On the way home I stopped at the Eagles as the food bank was having a drive there and I wanted to make a donation. Some car clubs were showing their rods and some of them were interesting. There was also a flea market and I got twelve good white bed sheets for only two dollars, I don’t need sheets, but I can use the material in the camp trailer, will explain that later.

The trucking company near me discarded seven large shipping platforms made of rough sawn oak so I brought them home and took them apart, it is a fair amount of lumber. I don’t have any use for the wood right now but will save the long pieces and saw up the shorter ones for firewood.

A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, says she'll see him later and walks away. His wife glares at him and says, "Who the hell was that?" "Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."
"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough, I want a divorce."

"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce it means that you don't get any more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Ferraris and Lexus's in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours." Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm. "Who's that woman with Jim?" asks the wife. "That's his mistress," says her husband. "Ours is prettier," she replies.

At the war protest yesterday they were playing some songs and a line in one got my attention. Does he smell his own bullshit when the president talks to God? I doubt it, I doubt it.

Mother of Shrek states that she thinks that her autistic son must think of people as tools. This gave me some new thoughts. I’m beginning to think that a lot of women in this area that have all their attitudes and it’s hard for men to get along with them may have some sort of autism. Possibly psychologically induced by society. They sure think of others as tools and try to use them. Lets say that we can put autism on a scale of one to ten, the worst cases being a ten. But it looks to me like there are a lot of ones around here, a whole lot. That joke above is a good example, she is willing to use her man to have a better life. Hum, I’ll have to give that some more thought.

I got an email from a local woman I know and one thing she said was is Starting a Women’s Manifestation Group—to create what we want instead of just talk about it. My reply was Stop wanting so much. The happiest most well adjusted woman I know has very little. And she is the one woman that I get along with best. The rest of you are just head cases. :-)

Women’s lib has not freed them, it has imprisoned them. Something else to think about.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC