I was 30 when Toney and I were married, and 33 when our first youngling was born. I feel like both things happened at roughly the right age for me. I didn’t really plan it that way (I don’t usually dabble in planning), it just kind of occurred. And I’m satisfied with the timeline.
Oh, sometimes I wish I was a little younger, in relation to the boys. I don’t know why, really. It’s not like I’m a crippled-up old man, or anything. It’s probably something to do with my dad. When he was 47 (my current age) I was already 25. He just turned 69, and still seems the same as he’s always been. And it’s a blessing to have my parents around – and coherent – for so much of my life, it really is.
When my kids are 47, however, I’ll probably be a pile of ashes inside an urn, or hollering non-stop belligerence and shitting through some alternative opening. I can’t really see myself as a cool and healthy oldster, walking on the beach with a long stick or whatever. No, I’m probably going to be one of those hollering belligerence types.
So, it would be nice to be a little closer in age to our kids. But I wouldn’t have wanted to marry any younger, so it’s sort of a contradiction. I’m not making any grand proclamations here, I’m just talking about myself. But it would’ve been a big mistake if I’d married in my twenties. Big. Mistake.
I had to get some things out of my system, you see. I needed to go wild for a few years, and hang out in rock clubs and howl at the moon. If I’d been pinned-down during that time, I would’ve been a miserable son of a bitch, and probably completely intolerable.
I know plenty of people make it work, but I don’t think I could’ve. I was two completely different people at ages 20 and 30, and the transformation was not pretty.
My folks got married right out of high school, and so did most of their friends. It was a different time, everybody says, and I guess that’s true. Society expected different things from people. But what about immaturity, self-absorption, and a prolonged history of bad decisions? Where was the love for those particular rites of passage?
Can I get an amen?!
A million years ago I read an interview with Paul Simon. He said he believed people shouldn’t get married until they’re at least thirty, and have lived for a year or more in a different country. At the time I rolled my eyes at the comment, because I thought it was pretentious. But it’s probably not too far off from my current view on the subject.
The part about living in a different country is possibly his way of saying “see things, educate yourself, grow up.” Or maybe he meant exactly what he said? I don’t know. But I’m a big proponent of allowing yourself time to explore.
What do you think? Is there a right time for people to get married and have kids? Or does it all depend on the individual? Use the comments link to share your thoughts.
And speaking of my twenties, and “exploring,” here’s a bar where I logged many, many hours. It’s called College Hill Sundries, and is located in Greensboro, NC.
When I was spending all my money there, it was a beer bar. They didn’t sell wine or liquor, just beer. It was pretty shabby inside, with a fantastic line-up of eccentric regulars, and an incredible jukebox. I used to drink Rolling Rock longnecks there, for $1.75 each, and I simply loved that place.
I hear it’s a little different now, but I don’t know. I haven’t been back in almost ten years.
And that’ll be the second part of today’s Question: What makes a perfect bar? What must a quality drinkery offer, and what must it NOT offer? Tell us about it in the comments.
And I won’t be able to update tomorrow, I’m afraid, but I’ll shoot for Friday. So, I’ll see you guys then.
Have a great day!
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Any marriage by anyone in their 20’s should have a mandatory end date. You could always remarry them, but nobody would.
Best time for 2nd marriage: never.
And a great bar should have a gravel parking lot so you can make a grand exit with tires spinning, car fishtailing, gravel flying and laying rubber as you hit the pavement. in front of the town cop.
— Steve
Parking lot reminds me of a song!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZCytbDEtks&feature=related
The perfect bar should have a jukebox that plays 45’s, and not CDs.
I was in a long term, long distance relationship throughout most of my 20s, and at the time I thought he was “the one.” I was devasted when it ended, but spent the next few years making up for lost time.
After a near-fatal auto accident I started thinking about where my life was headed. I decided to go back to school at age 30 to get my teaching degree. One of the classes I took was an elective course on the history of film, and that’s where I met the guy who would eventually become my husband. We were living together within 6 months, and married 5 years later. Next week will be our 11th anniversary, so I think it worked out okay. We both knew from the start that we didn’t want any kids, so that was never an issue.
I like the 45’s to CD thing too, but after discovering Satellite Jukebox, there’s no going back. Throw that $1 in and override every other song on the play list with Mustang Sally. Fuck ’em scumbag !!
Never got around to actually getting married, but I’ve been in a stable relationship for the last 23 years.
I always figured that I’d get married if I wanted to have kids, but that day never arrived, thank you sweet baby jeebus. My 2 younger siblings had other ideas, they’ve run up 5 weddings total so far, but I do like being an uncle. I just feel a little short changed, party, family get together, and swag wise… probably just a reaction to going to my kid sister’s 3’rd wedding a couple of weeks ago. I forgot to get them a gift, but wish them well. What is the protocol here? I’m not a rich man…not poor, but what level of swag is appropriate for wedding #3? I took the time off work, made the trip, rented the room, paid for drinks, but couldn’t bring myself to stuff an envelope, again.
Was engaged to a disaster of a boy at around age 20. The thinking was that it would be a suitable escape from my less than tolerable living situation at that time. Luckily I eventually came to my senses and pulled back from the abyss before it was too late. Then I spent a good portion of my 20s working, traveling overseas, and generally sowing my wild oats. Found a nice stable guy in grad school and was married at age 27. Absolutely perfect age for me. I don’t generally advocate marrying before 25. So here’s another “Amen!” for Jeff.
My story is so messed up, I don’t even want to tell it. But I am firmly in the camp of don’t get married at all, and if you must, wait until your 30’s.
Forgot part II: the perfect bar…
It stinks like stale beer, vomit, piss and cigarettes, serves *cans* of beer for $1 and change, old school jukebox with Johnny Thunders and Waylon Jennings sharing space, .50 cent pool table, a couple booths (boofs), dimly lit, as ~Steve up there mentioned: a gravel parking lot, beef jerky and pickled eggs as the only available food for purchase, and most importantly — a bartender willing to do a lock-in after hours for the people not ready to go home when the state thinks that they should. I am lucky enough to know of more than a few places like this.
Love at first sight with my hubby at 13! Married at 19, First kid at 20. Still married and still in love! Three grown kids and not even 50 yet. I tell them to knock when they come over – we may be swinging from the chandelier!
Christ I am glad someone has a nice story to tell ! Thanks for the pick me up !!!
I think I hit just about every dive bar in San Francisco in the 80’s. If you don’t get food poisoning from their free buffet, it isn’t worth it. I can’t stand polished-up fern bars, I don’t know why, I just feel weird in them. Too civilized?
I married at 34, had my first kid at 36, and my second at 38. So shortly after the kids are out of college, I’ll be in my robe on the porch, yelling at cars. I’m sure they’re looking forward to visits…
I can’t see myself marrying when I was in my 20’s at all, though my parents did. When I turned 30, I declared my oats sufficiently sown, and decided it was time for me to start dating guys I could take seriously, rather than the disposables I was used to. I met my forever guy two months later, so weird though it was, it worked out. I tell my kids to wait until they’re 30 and have seen something of the world. Weird, I didn’t know Paul Simon said that, but I think it’s right on.
Married at 20, kids at 23, 25, and 27. Just celebrated our 20th anniversary, and I have never ever felt any need to wander or sow any wild oats.
There is no right age to marry – that’s like saying what is the right age to mature? Depends on the person.
Dammit, I did not mean to use the reply. This think is the work of the devil!!!
I had my first kid at 19 second one at 21. Didn’t get married until I was 24 had a third baby when I was 29. I definitely have more patience now with the little one than what I did when the oldest two were little. Plus I tell them they were my practice babies and that way I can do this one right!
Some days I wish I would have been able to go out and sow my wild oats when I was in my twenties but I figure the oldest kids will be grown in a few years and be able to babysit for some extra money so me and the hubby will be able to go out and enjoy ourselves a couple times a month.
Perfect bar would allow smoking (stupid Ohio) and not have the music so loud that I can’t think. But some background noise is a must.
We went to a bar last year that had no music and it only had a couple of weirdos sitting at the bar. It was just creepy and sad. We only stuck around for one drink and headed back home.
You were just there on Mime night.
Bad enough no update today but did you have to go and call me a weirdo, creepy and sad, Tracy? 🙂
sorry WB you just caught me off guard
Okay, I guess I am the freak in the crowd. Met my wife when I was 14 and she was 15. Got into trouble and had our first child at 17. Married when we were 18. Another child a bit later on and today we are still happily married and getting ready to celebrate our 30th anniversary next year. We have two grandchildren and recently found out another on the way. We have been through everything you can think of and a bit more. Growing up together formed a bond between us that can never be broken. I know we are the exception instead of the rule and I am very thankful for that.
Yeah, I’d say y’all turned out aigghhhhttt !
Jerry, when you find the one – that’s it! Glad it worked for you. We have been married 29 yrs!
Never had a reason to date or marry. I just spurted.
Jimmy Kuhn you fucking rule!
Beat me to it wb.
Sjhe said there were a couple of creepy guys….just sayin’
Married at 26, first son at 30, second one at 32. I’ve been married for 31 years, which both of us refer to as “25 (or so) of the happiest years of our lives.”
My taste in bars has evolved from beer-slinging dives with a pool table and cheap pitchers (poor-student-friendly), to pizza joints with room for the kids to run amok while we adults quaffed post-youth-activity beers, to quiet places with deep sink-as-you-drink booths/couches and generous on-the-rocks buckets o’ goodness, to (finally) my newly-constructed the-kids-are-gone-and-this-is-how-I-want-it living room. Cocktails outside of the home are now usually pre-dinner drinks at a restaurant, usually while waiting for the dining room to clear of the young yuppie parents and their running-amok kids-who-can-do-no-wrong.
Such is life….
Get your tickets now folks, the liberace museum closes for good on Sunday.
I was there on mime night. I was miming Man Beating His Meat in the Wind. Pretty damn accurate, Multiple Miggs himself would have been proud.
t-storm, I’m afraid your news is a week old. The Liberace Museum closed for the last time on Sunday, October 17.
Pee Wee Herman’s making a comeback, though. I guess these things kinda balance out.
And speaking of sweet cheeks, it’s Dizzie Gillespie’s birthday today (info courtesy of today’s Google Doodle). I guess it would be a bigger deal for him if he was still on the top side of the turf.
Damn.
Well I just saw the article on CNN.
Guess I should cancel my ticket and just go to St. Louis this weekend.
This is getting curiouser and curiouser. I’d like to have two or three more wives.
Wives, or women? Many would say, “I already have one wife too many.”
Wives. I don’t fuck women I’m not married to. This little rule has caused some problems (I got ordained on the Internet and have performed many “ceremonies” while the bride-to-be lay handcuffed to a hotel bed) but I’m not one to break the rules.
Well done. I’ve always had you pegged as a man of principles.
Dated the same beautiful lady since grade 11. Married in 86 at age 24. The boy came along in 90 and the girl in 95.
Married 24 years. 35 with the windchill.
Speaking of which, it’s now snowing outside.
Brit,
Maybe he can move in with that stupid bitch from your office?
The life of the wife is ended by the knife.
Yikes I’m in a tiny group!
Met at 19, married at 21, had the first critter at 29, second at 33. Never in 14 years has either one of us threatend to walk, hit or bit, f*cked a neighbor, or not come home before dawn. we have done everything together since our teens and know all there is to know about each other. He is the first person I want to tell good and bad news to, the only person whos oppinion really matters to me and my best friend (oh and the sex is still smokin hot!).
When I said “I do” I ment it. I trust him with all of my life, health, saftey, well being, emotional happyness, and by extension the kiddos too. We both hit it hard in our teens, he moved out at 17 and I had very, ahem, relaxed parents (good people just very young themselves and not stupid about life in a small town.)
No reason to not get married if your happy and planning on sticking it out, in my oppinion. But we are both clear plain spoken people, call a turd a turd and get on with the day folks. There is no BS drama at my house, if your being an a-hole someone will call you on it. I trust my hubby compleatly and swear if I found him naked on a woman and he said he tripped I’d beleive him. 😉 (Might still kick her ass, it just depends.)
I understand that the rest of the world does not work this way. it pains me, but what can you do?
Amen sister !
Good for you! I loved that post:)
I have a cousin who married her high school boyfriend. She was 8th grade he was 9th (when they started dating). They’re on crunch muncher #4 I think. She’s the oldest at 34 and between her and her other two married siblings they have a baseball team. All seem very happy.
Let’s put it this way.
I just turned 26.
I have at least 8 friends of an age similar to mine (that I can think of off the top of my head) who are recently divorced.
In some cases, though definitely not all, kids were involved.
I am in absolutely NO rush to be married, pop out a couple little nose-miners and live the rest of my life yolked to one person.
But that’s just me.
We got married when I was 34 and we’ve been married 22 years…uh, hold it…”What’s that dear?” She said 23. I knew her for 10 years befo….”What’s that deeaaarr?” She said 15. We weren’t together then. We have no children…. “What? No. They don’t care you have a 39 year old son.” We shared similar lives before we got married and…”What!?” Yes! They know you were a singer and I was a trumpet player and we grew up on the road. Yes!…they know all about that!” ….damn. Ok. Ups (mostly) and downs dealing with the business of daily life. Her and I are a pretty good team and laughs and music are never lacking around here. Baseball and hockey. A dog and a cat. We used to call ourselves the coupon people because we’re big 2fer fans. Means an extra margarita for us is the way we see it. We don’t argue much. I can’t tell if I just don’t care and whatever works is fine with me or I’ve been beaten down into a ball-less creature you read about who after years of…..“What? I do not start it most the time. No…I don’t always have to get my way. Look, just because I have a different opinion sometimes doesn’t…..Ok. Wait. Hold it. Can I just finish this? Please? Thank you.” Ok…yak, yak, yak, blah, blah, blah, Happily ever fucking after. According what I made a promise to, 23 fucking years ago, death is the only open door outa this place. Maybe if I just keep hitting myself in the head with this hammer now then, I’ll be fine.
Lol . I haven’t been on here for too long but I think so far your shit is the most consistently funny, Thanks for the laughs !
Like Jeff, I married a little later. I was 29 and 34 for the first kid and 36 for the second. It’s worked out well I think.
My favorite bars from my youth (1970’s) have been upgraded to fancy pants yuppie bars with really loud piped in music. It hurts me deeply. A bar should be a place you can go to talk (not yell) and drink cheap beer. Kind of like Cheers! Now that would be the perfect bar.
Being From WV I’m suprised that your folks weren’t about 37-38 when you were 25.
Get married right after their senior year. (4th grade to the rest of America)
LMAO …..that’s most of our stories and we all have a cousin Dupree !
“Wild and Wunerful” that’s our state slogan!
Totally off topic here, but isn’t this a bit of an extreme measure to qualify for the HIV lane?
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39796763/ns/us_news-life/
FUCK! HOV lane. Damn fingers!!! Well, that turned my joke into something less than funny. Add me to the chorus for an Edit button.
I think HIV lane is pretty funny! Hell, it may have been true! How could she have driven around that long with a body next to her, and even more, not be discovered? Just amazing!
Yeah…I have no idea what a HOV lane so I totally bought the HIV lane thing until you said you screwed it up. Seemed quite possible there is one somewhere.
If there is that’s a highway I don’t want to drive on.
I was thinking a separate line in a supermarket, therater, ball park, airport…etc…Honest!
I’ve heard of people traveling with a dummy in the passenger seat, so it looks like they’re not alone and discourages potential muggers, but this chick took it to the extreme. Yeah, if you can get past that rotten ass smell in the car, you’re home free!
HOV lanes are high occupancy vehicle lanes, also known as carpool or diamond lanes. HOV lanes are reserved for people who share the ride in buses, vanpools, or carpools. Motorcycles and emergency vehicles are also allowed.
If it is simply for a high occupancy vehicle, why is it necessary to have multiple passengers. The lane is specified for “High Occupancy Vehicles” therefore, I could drive my big slow RV in it without anyone in the RV but me.
Whta ever happened to just calling it the carpool lane. No some fuckstick has to come up with the term High Occupancy Vehicle lane. Give me a fucking break! Damn good thing the weekend is a couple of hours away, I’m about to start punching these fucking morAns around me in the face!!
I feel better already, thanks.
I was typing as you were posting Greg, my rant is not directed at you.
Oh, no problem. I just googled HOV lane, then pasted a definition I found on google. This particular definition was from a Washington State site, although many states use the term. From a California site: “The central concept for HOV lanes is to move more people rather than more cars.” Here in Dog Lick, WV, we don’t have much of a need for HOV lanes, unless we change the definition to “Hillbilly Occupied Vehicle”!
Jesus. I don’t know how anyone could get “used to” the smell of a dead body. It’s horrific. That’s why I don’t go into my garage anymore.
so that’s where the xtry wives end up
Comments before the Update…
Chuck…Dammit, man, put that entry on your site and keep writing. I don’t get out much, so I don’t really know whether that’s your prose or the beginning of a Sherman Alexie short story. Don’t matter, just git on with it…
Hot…Quietly the funniest comment of the day, perhaps the week, with “35 with the windchill”. Perfect word, combining the great north and marriage.
Gretchen…I’m not going to be able to just leave the HIV lane and move on with my life. That you’re even ironic and funny when you’re not trying to be is nothing short of emasculating, but that’s not your fault. And why the antithetic skull? Not that it’s my business, but whoever you are must be whatever the opposite of a skull is.
bikerchick and Lori…Our collective daughters and their collective friends would do well to learn from strong women like y’all. My sympathies and my congrats for surviving it all and prospering.
Bill in WV…You were on quite a roll this cycle. Mustang Sally. Mime night, plenty more. Thanks. Keep ’em coming.
Shit, Jeff’s coming. Look busy.
jtb
JTB: The skull is a Day of the Dead sugar skull I designed in Photoshop. Seemed appropriate for October. If Jeff would make the avatar pics a smidge bigger you’d probably see that (ahem, cough cough!).
A good bar – a truly good bar – must NOT have music playing too loudly, must have Boddington’s on tap, must have a good selection of Scotch to go with said Boddington’s, and must NOT have a pretentious bartender.
I’m pretty sure that even though it is in California, it’s not called the HIV lane.
jtb,
look for it Sunday evening at my site.
thanx
chuck
I know, try getting that smell off of your dick!
Chuck…
I’ll be there with balls on. I don’t want to miss it, so I’ll speed along in the HIV lane.
jtb
Well if “HIV lane” is gonna stick with me like stench from a rotting corpse, then I might as well make it interesting. Anyone got some good ideas of what else HIV can stand for? I’ll start.
Horny Lesbian Veterans lane
Hijinks Inside Vehicle lane
Horrible Insane Vomit lane
Heckling Imaginary Vulcans lane
Hairy Itchy Vulvas lane
Hmmm. Somewhat lame. I’m gonna blame the full moon. Please feel free to do me one better.
Ok Gretchen…I’ll play.
Hippies In Vans lane
Hillbilly Imbecials Vacationing lane
Hallucinating Introspective Visionary’s lane
Hardhats Inviting Violence lane
Hookers Into Virgins lane
Highly Intense Vaginas
LOL. Good ones, guys.
Hollering Insufferable Vegans lane
Hypercritical Inlaw Villany lane
Homoerotic Insufferable Vampires lane
Hot Impulsive Vixens lane
I’m sure many of you can get behind that last one. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
I know I said “insufferable” twice, but there’s just no better way to describe most vegans and all sparkly vampires.
Highway Idiots Vigilantes lane
Human Idol Variation lane
Humpty Imputation Vatican lane
And today is my birfday. I feel old.
Happy birthday, Chuck!
I was trying to think of someone I could deicate this rum and ginger ale (Vernors) to and bingo…there you are. Cheers Chuck.
Happy Birthday Chuck!! 😉
Hell, don’t feel old. It’s just a birthday. There’s lots of other shit you can feel bad about. You’re still alive. Happy birthday!!
Go over to Danny’s Pizza and pig out. Danny has a degree from OSU. He’s not an idiot. His family has been in the business for years, and he knows his shit. And Angie’s cute, too. Great pizza. Get one for your birfday. Eat the rest for breakfast.
Happy Birfday, to you.
Chuck…
Happiest of birthdays, Chuck. Maybe I get your humor because I’m as old as dirt and you’re not, but you can see it from there. You add immeasurably to this site and I appreciate it very much.
I sympathize with your looking for an IT job with a touch of grey. I’ll be doing the same in about six months. Fuckem. Age and guile beat youth, innocence, and a bad haircut every time. Well, at least once in a while.
cheers..
jtb
Thanx all. I know most of you are a lot younger than me (58). But I’m young inside this gray head. At least the gray is hanging in there. Hasn’t fallen out yet. 😉
I hope it will make you feel better to know, I’m not a lot younger than you (55). I’m still kickin’, just not as high. No gray in my pubes yet. That’s when I’ll believe I’m really old. Gray pubes.
“Grey Pubes”…sounds like a rcok band reunion tour.
I’m gonna start bitchin’ again about the edit button if I keep this up…crap!
hehe you said rcok
Well, since we are all telling secrets:
Lived about a year with Susan, picture Christina Applegate late 80’s but bigger tits. Dumb as a bag of hammers, but a real nympho. (Cocktail waitress.) Lots of fun, but turned into a rattlesnake on vodka. Could not be trusted.
Lived about a year with Carol, ER nurse, divorced, she had a 2 year old daughter at the time. Another nympho. She liked to give BJ’s in elevators, while I was driving, in the bathroom of restaurants. She is now on husband #3, I was not one of them. When she started asking for a ring, I left.
Met my wife when I was 24, she was 34, college professor. Married at 26 (me) and 36 (her). Have one great daughter age 17. Still married 19 years. She settled me down, which I needed. I still smoke like a train and drink like hell, work one full time job of 21 years and have two sideline businesses.
Wife’s job is to see if she can empty the checkbook faster than I can fill it up. So far, it’s a tie game.
And like so many other posts here, I really don’t give a shit anymore.
married at 33 in 1966—still married to same person in 2010.
proves the rule that no one should get married before age 30. if i had married guy i lived with at age 22, (which would have been a disaster.) i’d be divorced now. incidentally, he’s on his third wife and still hasn’t grown up.
Dorothy…
The man’s a gigolo, but he’s YOUR gigolo. Give him time. A man needs time to grow up. He seems to be a gigolo with damn good taste in women.
jtb
Saturday drizzle
Afternoon evening only
Chris Isaac will do
jtb
Hey Hot Man…
Came across a handout I used in training four people I promoted from team leader to manager (shoot, must have been 1996 or so). At the top in bold, I wrote…
“Never get bombed out of a position you had no business occupying in the first place.”
Glad to hear your place of business is not so political. Not true of where I was in 1996. Combat training was required.
jtb
For those who need rehab of a damp Saturday, here’s The Bare Egil Band singing their cover of Amy Winehouse’s fine tune…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBA1fZjB_t8&feature=related
jtb
I just spent 30 minutes with the funniest most eloquent post I ever made to this site… on the work laptop…. which doesn’t allow me to get past a firewall with outbound posts (that port is closed) …. and now it’s gone for ever. You’ll have to take my word on the eloquent and funny part.
2.5″ snow came and went on Friday. Lots of rain to replace it now.
Second weekend in a row we took the shyserhunds (sp?) to the off leash dog park for an hour or so (a series of fenced in trails and hills through the woods) and they had more fun than the first time. If you have a dog you really need to find one of these – fun for all.
Keg for dinner tonight… I have 16 oz of prime rib working it’s way through the 8′ of colon and 25′ of intestines…. it’s not going to be a bullet train but it’ll get there.
JTB – the Peter Principle can be so painful to watch. Politics only makes it worse. So far so good at work with the new role – everyone loves Raymond – I still have that new Manager scent. I manage my motto it seems but one I use is “Take it seriously but don’t take it personally”. It really helps with the team member’s stress when they put it in action.
The line I used about the windchill came from Alex of ice Road Truckers. It was so funny I adopted it and called it my own. Howard Stern had a good line too “I’ve never cheated on my wife. I’m GOING TO; but so far, I’ve never cheated on her”. In my case, we all refer to Shereldabeast The Lizard Queen of Rothnia (stole that too) as my FIRST wife. My 2 brothers have 5 wives and 2 common law wives between them) so I guess we’re not doing to badly.
Trust me the original post was a lot funnier.
Damn hot fuzz…small world…
I just spent the past 30 minutes with the funniest and most eloquent girl I’ve ever made…and she did all her work on my laptop…and let me go right past her firewall as my post went out bound and now…she’s gone forever. I’m making up the part about eloquent and funny.
manage BY motto
We’re not doing TOO badly
the reply button SUCKS
we want an EDIT button
I like the way when you READ this in YOUR head you YELL it – All the ladies WANT HOT FUZZ SO BAD – that was funny the way you YELLED that in your HEAD
Jeff Kay is the MAN and we LOVE you for this FORUM
HoW dO yOu HaNdLe ThIs WiTh ThE yElLiNg In YoUr HeAd..
I said head.
21 was not a good year for me to get married, but I did anyway.
Tried again at 36 and it took this time.