Patience Is a Virtue

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Cheeeeeers Chuckleheads!!</span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjGlglHlVp4SJPwuA0qZCiJtgIlY9_UKH_l9xrPVERMK0cBOWo-G8EeBGfkGY9dZZMvumx6qKYz8wqnii5VTSeNVmcOQ-gYemah-OMaEYo2G2iQ00uLbbwEljd_UuRn7oclf1uDVviI8/s1600/Ryno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOjGlglHlVp4SJPwuA0qZCiJtgIlY9_UKH_l9xrPVERMK0cBOWo-G8EeBGfkGY9dZZMvumx6qKYz8wqnii5VTSeNVmcOQ-gYemah-OMaEYo2G2iQ00uLbbwEljd_UuRn7oclf1uDVviI8/s400/Ryno.jpg" width="250" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Today, I want to talk about patience.  Not patience with things because I will have none of that, but rather…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Patience with people.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Believe it or not, I get compliments from many people on my patience.  Ironically, people think I am a sarcastic asshole, ha!!  If I actually had only half the patience that I do with people, you probably would have been insulted over the years.  Wait!? What!?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Anyhoo…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">This came up yesterday on Twitter and Facebook, because well….I brought it up.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">For the last twelve years that I have lived with my Schmoop, Ryno has never been here, and he has never seen me, other than the times that I have gone to his house (which used to be mine) or at a sporting event in which he was and/or is participating.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I have often laughed about this myself, but don’t you (especially you mothers) find this crazy?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I have always wanted my son to come over. I love him….He’s funny…He’s me…but no…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I get, </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>“You live with a whore who had absolutely nothing to do with the break-up of our marriage which I refuse to divorce you from so, no….Ryno cannot come over and play."</i></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I am not too far from the truth in that statement and when I think of that I find it even more ironic because said Mom is against Gay Marriage, but by God….“I will defend mine until one of us dies!!”</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Uuch…The thing is…In tow months our sn will be 18 and graduated and I don’t HAVE to pay anything to them, but…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I’m Matt-Man and of course I will, but how much, and how so?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Currently I pay her $135.00 a week.  I am told, considering what I make, is very nice…and that was directed through a wink from a woman toward another woman in need…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Anyhoo…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">My point is…I only have two more months of this and I have been putting up with it, for twelve years!!</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">My best friend ever, has for twelve years, seen me cry, rampage, and otherwise turn the world on its head over the lack of seeing my son and yet a stipend…And now?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">The end is in sight.  I can pay or not soon.  I choose to pay and help him for college, but you know what?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">I choose to help him out all I can, but…</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">He’s gonna have to come to the Bagwine digs to get it.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Cheers!!</i></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span> <span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">Matt-Man</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">And by the way ....Jayman and I did an excellent Radio Show yesterday, full of God, Jesus, Easter, and on HOT Mrs. Mike!!  To listen to it in in archives click <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/im-with-stupid/2013/03/31/christs-coming-out-party" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</span></span></span></div>

Patience Is a Virtue

Cheeeeeers Chuckleheads!! Today, I want to talk about patience.  Not patience with things because I will have none of that, but rather… Pa...

Read more »