Short answer? Very.
Long answer? Read on.
As I am about to enter my 74th year of existence (this life anyway) on this planet I often review my past years and wonder "What went wrong?" Actually, nothing "went wrong" (tongue in cheek folks, tongue in cheek which doesn't always come through in the written word).
I pretty much believe that our life plan has already been laid out for us prior to our birth. Sort of like a board game like Monopoly. You get your turn, you shake the dice and make your moves. Then you have to make decisions. Shall I pay that much money for Boardwalk or save it to buy Illinois?
One thing that has been constant in my life is this little annoying facet of my personality . . . . immaturity. Here I am, the grand old age of 72 and I'm still doing immature things. Like teasing Bill, my friends, neighbors and relatives, and you my dear blogger readers.
|Time is running out|
For instance, check out the photo at the beginning of this blog. A few minutes ago I stole it off of one of my favorite bloggers who posts once a week. He posts a series of photos (taken with his iPhone) he has taken the past week. He calls his post "The Sunday Evening Post." See HERE
Mostly his photos are harmless, family friendly photos. Occasionally he slips over into the risqué like this photo that I grabbed and posted here. I looked at that container for an electric razor and another image immediately came to my mind folks. I'm telling you, I'm hopelessly immature. But I'm blaming this on my father,
|Ike Tipton, I'm just a chip off of his old block|
he would have seen the humor too. I inherited his immaturity gene. Thus, why you won't see me being invited to any country club din din any time. But you know what folks? I am pretty awesome. And humble. Just saying.