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I really should be working
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And then there's this:
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A retired sheep dog now lives with the flock he used to protect. He used to stand against danger, willing to fight and, if need be, die for the flock. He lived to provide for the flock’s safety and that is what drove him. Drove him to eat, drove him to sleep, drove him to fight. But now, he doesn’t go out to fight the wolves anymore. He doesn’t stand guard at night with the other sheep dogs, watching vigilantly for the lurking enemy. Now he’s expected to live quietly among the sheep, following the commands of the shepherd, given to the flock. Sure, there are a few other retired sheep dogs like him amongst the flock, but they mostly keep to themselves. The sheep start to get scared if the old dogs spend too much time together. So, he spends most days alone, under the suspicious eyes of the flock, who, not understanding him, are always wary that he may pose a threat to them, despite the fact that not so long ago he would have willingly died for them. He’s not a threat to them, but they don’t realize that. They see his scars and his sharp teeth and they are worried by them. They worry that he might snap and hurt them, so they keep their distance. This distance causes him to isolate himself and to resent the sheep. What is his purpose now? Why is he here?
And so it is with the veteran...
*Photo credit- Jakub Rozalski*
And so it is with the veteran...
*Photo credit- Jakub Rozalski*
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I am embarrassed to admit how little I have work this year. If I mentioned it to you guys, you would be like, 
"Dang man, get a job!"
Just finished taking my 86 yr old mother out in the rig for some nature time. She loved it.
Got a pot on the burner plate and chilling while researching a freeze dryer. Seaside coffee shop music playing in the back ground.
If my clients knew this, wonder what in the world would they say?
Almost... I said "almost" feel guilty.
"Dang man, get a job!"Just finished taking my 86 yr old mother out in the rig for some nature time. She loved it.
Got a pot on the burner plate and chilling while researching a freeze dryer. Seaside coffee shop music playing in the back ground.
If my clients knew this, wonder what in the world would they say?
Almost... I said "almost" feel guilty.
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Almost... I said "almost" feel guilty.
If it was not for call ins .....
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Would you believe it. Just got an e-mail from a carrier stating that if I didn't write business they were going to drop me. 
Timing right!
I'm setting here seriously contemplating if I want to even attempt to keep it. That means I have to go out and do something.
I've been on butt to long.
Timing right!I'm setting here seriously contemplating if I want to even attempt to keep it. That means I have to go out and do something.
I've been on butt to long.
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Wow, the wheels on these girls.
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I went to my nearby Pharmacy,
I went straight to the back, where the Pharmacists' high counter is located.
I took out my little brown bottle, along with a teaspoon, and set them up on the counter.
The Pharmacist came over, smiled, and asked if he could help me.
I said, "Yes! Could you please taste this for me?
Seeing a senior citizen, the Pharmacist went along with my request.
He took the spoon, put a tiny bit of the liquid on it, put it on his tongue and swilled it around.
Then, with a stomach-churning look on his face, he spat it out on the floor and began coughing.
When he was finally finished, I looked him right in the eye and asked: “Now, does that taste sweet to you?"
The Pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled: "HELL NO!!!"
I said, "Oh, thank God! That's a real relief!
My doctor told me to have a Pharmacist test my urine for sugar!"
I’m not allowed to go back to that Pharmacy, but I really don't care, because they aren't very friendly there anymore!
I went straight to the back, where the Pharmacists' high counter is located.
I took out my little brown bottle, along with a teaspoon, and set them up on the counter.
The Pharmacist came over, smiled, and asked if he could help me.
I said, "Yes! Could you please taste this for me?
Seeing a senior citizen, the Pharmacist went along with my request.
He took the spoon, put a tiny bit of the liquid on it, put it on his tongue and swilled it around.
Then, with a stomach-churning look on his face, he spat it out on the floor and began coughing.
When he was finally finished, I looked him right in the eye and asked: “Now, does that taste sweet to you?"
The Pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled: "HELL NO!!!"
I said, "Oh, thank God! That's a real relief!
My doctor told me to have a Pharmacist test my urine for sugar!"
I’m not allowed to go back to that Pharmacy, but I really don't care, because they aren't very friendly there anymore!
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