Citizens' Center
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~~~ 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."
~~~ The bonds of matrimony are a good investment only when the interest is kept up.
~~~ 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 age and start bragging about it.
~~~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
~~~ 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.
~~~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth... Remember about Algegra.
~~~ You know you are getting old, when everything dries up or leaks.
~~~ I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.
~~~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from geing young.
~~~ Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
~~~ Old age is when former classmates are so gray and wrinkled and bald, they don't recognize you.
~~~ If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you are old.
Have a GREAT day.....and keep laughing
"I did have a drug problem when I wuz a kid growing up on the farm."
I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher. Or if I didn't put forth my best effort in anything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane four letter word. (I do know what Lye soap taste like.) I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one, to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some fire wood, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place today.
