Wisdom from Grandpa.
Whether a man winds up with a nest egg, or a goose egg, depends a lot on the kind of chick he marries.
Trouble in marriage often starts when a man gets so busy earnin' his salt that he forgets his sugar.
Too many couples marry for better, or for worse, but not for good.
When a man marries a woman, they become one; but the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
If a man has enough horse sense to treat his wife like a thoroughbred, she will never turn into an old nag.
On anniversaries, the wise husband always forgets the past - but never the present.
A foolish husband says to his wife, "Honey, you stick to the washin', ironin', cookin' and scrubbin'. No wife of mine is gonna " work"."
Many girls like to marry a military man - he can cook, sew, and make beds and is in good health, and he's already used to taking orders.
Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.
How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?
You know you are getting old, when everything either dries up or leaks.
Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you.
Have a GREAT day.......and keep Laughing!
It's good for the soul.

How True it is ?
Another year has passed and we all are a little older Last summer felt hotter
and winter seems much colder. ?
I rack my brain for happy thoughts, to put down on my pad, But lots of things that come to mind
just make me kind of sad. ?
There was a time not long ago when life was quite a blast. Now I fully understand
about "Living in the Past". ?
We used to go to friends homes, football games and lunches. Now we go to therapy, hospitals,
and after-funeral brunches. ?
We used to go out dining, and couldn't get our fill. Now we ask for doggie bags,
come home and take a pill. ?
We used to often travel to places near and far. Now we get backaches
from riding in the car. ?
We used to go out shopping for new clothing at the Mall But, now we never bother...
all the sizes are too small. ?
That, my friend is how life is, and now my tale is told. So, enjoy each day and live it up...
before you're too dadblamed old!!

JUST THINK ABOUT IT!!! IT IS ALL TRUE !!!LOVEYOU ALL .......GRANDPA!!!

The Month After Christmas
'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house> Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste. All the holiday parties had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber). I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt. And prepared once again to do battle with dirt-- I said to myself, as I only can. "You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So, away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished 'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick. I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick. I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore--
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!