Time to move on

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Came to a repass in my world and decided the new me needs to shed some skin. Well, I already shed 40 pounds, but was referring to other skin. The other skin is the stuff I have collected in my travels with promise to repair, finish, make new, get with, blah, blah, blah. The list is endless.
First, I just listed my pet project 1975 Honda CL360 Scrambler on craigslist at a $1000 loss. Oh well, now that I am a BMW rider, the little Honda just doesn't fit the new me. Other things will follow. Gettin lean all around. Just looking at the pic I posted several weeks ago begs me to ask, "Who's that fat guy?" Yeah, changes are happening bigtime. The wife is still pregnant and looking good. My principal class is going greatly and holds promise of a potential job in a very affluent district (one that I wouldn't mind working in for the next 15 years and retiring from). So, with all this positive, I guess it's not so bad to shed some skin at a loss. The way I figure it, already paid once to get the project where it is, why pay double to get it somewhere I wouldn't use it anyway.
Well, there's another rambling and at times seemingly incoherent message from mrhtbd.
Would you expect anything less???
 
Would you mind telling us a little more about yourself ?:laugh3:
(Tongue firmly planted in cheek )

Just messing with ya Bro.

God Bless
 
ODDLY ENOUGH....i enjoy your daily journal entries... gives me insight on the life of another man...glad things are going well...

although; i recommend you just start a thread to post your ramblings in instead of multiple threads... thay way you can look back on previous thoughts...
 
Humble beginnings: Log cabin, blah, blah, blah.
Son of an immigrant five times removed...
You see my GGG Grandfather came over from...blah, blah, blah.
Orphaned at 6, world turned blah, blah, blah.
Learned to read and the world became my oyster with shiny edges and photopubescent trimmings, opps, ok, lost virg... at 13, blah, blah blah (she was 23).
Graduated HS with a chasm in my head, waiting to be filled.
(Still waiting)
beach lifeguard...time stood still (for fifteen years), then I lost myself in the streets of Paris...another day for that one;).
First pregnancy, she dumped me. blah, blah, blah, but the boy is my splitting image so I got even, HA!
More school, you know, Peter principle, "rising to highest level of incompetence!" Yeah, still working on that one, he, he...
Then there was the anadrol and cheque. Anybody remember those? Boom, pow, kachong, bing, boom, bam. My biceps grew a half and inch, awesome!.And now I'm here, wearing a red shirt and tie, not giving a flying fuck about anything, and looking forward to a mad party concert on Saturday, and the summer at the pool, the new baby, yeah, you get it, blah, blah, blah.
THE STORY OF MY LIFE, WOOOHOOOOO!!!
YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST, FOLKS!
 
I still feel the thrill of the Eiffel when I see a light on a tower in the distance...
 
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