Terry Ardeno said:Lewis,
Maybe your best post ever and for sure the funniest!
I'm no Aristotle or Sockratees, but my advice is all in one word...PRIORITIES.
My pool table provides much enjoyment.
My wife loves me, trusts me, is my almost constant companion and is snuggley when it's time to "go to sleep." My pool table can't touch none of that. I can't take the old Brunswick with me to Wal-Mart. Me and the 9 footer can't go out to have a nice lunch or dinner. And the big track would break our bed slats. Plus, it can't cook and isn't nearly as beautiful to look at. And my wife is my best friend I ever had. We have awesome time together. My Beloved Brunswick can only listen to me when I talk to it. My wife can ANSWER!![]()
I imagine your wife has many of the same qualities as mine, so really, the answer is already done when you said you did at the altar!
In honor of your new found happiness, here's something to help you pass the time as you wash the dishes and sort the laundry. And since I wish you and yours a long and very happy union, it's the "eetended" version....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYqPy9KD72c
Congats buddy!![]()
Terry Ardeno said:Lewis,
Maybe your best post ever and for sure the funniest!
I'm no Aristotle or Sockratees, but my advice is all in one word...PRIORITIES.
My pool table provides much enjoyment.
My wife loves me, trusts me, is my almost constant companion and is snuggley when it's time to "go to sleep." My pool table can't touch none of that. I can't take the old Brunswick with me to Wal-Mart. Me and the 9 footer can't go out to have a nice lunch or dinner. And the big track would break our bed slats. Plus, it can't cook and isn't nearly as beautiful to look at. And my wife is my best friend I ever had. We have awesome time together. My Beloved Brunswick can only listen to me when I talk to it. My wife can ANSWER!![]()
I imagine your wife has many of the same qualities as mine, so really, the answer is already done when you said you did at the altar!
In honor of your new found happiness, here's something to help you pass the time as you wash the dishes and sort the laundry. And since I wish you and yours a long and very happy union, it's the "eetended" version....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYqPy9KD72c
Congats buddy!![]()
ironman said:Funniest???? Now I really do resent that one. I'm as serious as well, you know.
Actually I did this for her benefit and to have some fun with it. She really is a blessing and just gorgeous. I'm a very lucky guy and never thought this would happen. She supports what I do fully and that ain't always easy
You sound like a lucky guy. I was gonna poke a little fun at ya about your post, but it just sounds too perfect. Congratulations
But this mowing stuff sucks!!!!
1 Pocket Ghost said:Ironman.........C'mon, you mean to tell me that you dogged it, and neglected to have your new wife sign a: 'allotted hours spent at pool room per week' prenuptial contractual agreement ?........![]()
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rackmsuckr said:Hey Lewis Congratulations! She probably knew what she was getting into when she married you, but may be seeing how far she can test you.![]()
Both my husband and I used to play pool. He quit and I all but have...too much work obligations. I show up for a tournament here and there. But he says I am not qualified in the kitchen, so it is totally his, he cooks for me every day. He also sweeps, mops, takes care of the garbage and yard work, shampoos and vacuums the carpets, and cleans the toilets plus any heavy lifting, kills the bugs, and reaches anything over 5 feet, lol. He also does windows, washes our cars by hand, takes my car in for an oil change (and pays for it!), does his own laundry, shops for groceries, takes care of the dogs and makes sure 1 of them gets her meds twice a day AND makes the bed every day (of course not as pretty as I do with all the pillows.) He was so happy to get a new dishwasher this week since the old one broke and he was having to hand wash and dry everything. He also works, but not every day.
He used to bring me tea, coffee, hot apple cider or hot chocolate to my desk every morning, but has fallen out of the habit since I am not at my desk most mornings anymore, but on the road.
So what am I good for? I guess he's probably asking himself the very same thing, lol. Let's see, I fix anything mechanical, take care of the hot tub, decorate, dust, and do the baking...the only time he lets me into the kitchen. I also take care of the bills and anything electronic or intellectual, rofl.
We are a good fit and everything gets accomplished like clockwork and we know our limitations.
All the boys in the poolroom always said they would love to find someone like me that let their husband go play anytime they wanted to and would understand. Obviously, if your spouse doesn't play pool, it feels like to them that they are playing second fiddle to a game, but they have to understand it is a part of you and nothing is happening that would threaten your marriage.
Good luck with everything. Remember, the modern man should be able to do all the above AND string some racks together!
SJDinPHX said:P.S. Admirable traits in a woman, (I assume your're not a girl) however if you were my wife, this would be grounds for putting out a contract on you!No man should be forced to live under those condtions.
Dick
Hot tub repairs should not absolve you of your other wifely duties. Unless of course you are very good in bed, this will overcome many sins.![]()
rackmsuckr said:LOL, I will leave that one up to the imagination. Let's just say he LIKES to do all those things. :wink:
rackmsuckr said:Hey Lewis Congratulations! She probably knew what she was getting into when she married you, but may be seeing how far she can test you.![]()
Both my husband and I used to play pool. He quit and I all but have...too much work obligations. I show up for a tournament here and there. But he says I am not qualified in the kitchen, so it is totally his, he cooks for me every day. He also sweeps, mops, takes care of the garbage and yard work, shampoos and vacuums the carpets, and cleans the toilets plus any heavy lifting, kills the bugs, and reaches anything over 5 feet, lol. He also does windows, washes our cars by hand, takes my car in for an oil change (and pays for it!), does his own laundry, shops for groceries, takes care of the dogs and makes sure 1 of them gets her meds twice a day AND makes the bed every day (of course not as pretty as I do with all the pillows.) He was so happy to get a new dishwasher this week since the old one broke and he was having to hand wash and dry everything. He also works, but not every day.
He used to bring me tea, coffee, hot apple cider or hot chocolate to my desk every morning, but has fallen out of the habit since I am not at my desk most mornings anymore, but on the road.
So what am I good for? I guess he's probably asking himself the very same thing, lol. Let's see, I fix anything mechanical, take care of the hot tub, decorate, dust, and do the baking...the only time he lets me into the kitchen. I also take care of the bills and anything electronic or intellectual, rofl.
We are a good fit and everything gets accomplished like clockwork and we know our limitations.
All the boys in the poolroom always said they would love to find someone like me that let their husband go play anytime they wanted to and would understand. Obviously, if your spouse doesn't play pool, it feels like to them that they are playing second fiddle to a game, but they have to understand it is a part of you and nothing is happening that would threaten your marriage.
Good luck with everything. Remember, the modern man should be able to do all the above AND string some racks together!
hemicudas said:The secret to not cutting grass? Live in apartments until your first born, boy in my case, is old enough to cut the grass. Then if you are pumped up enough either buy or put a down payment on a house and tell the kid to hit it.
jay helfert said:Guys like this make me sick. It makes good for nothing bums like me look even worse than we are. My idea of cooking dinner is reading the label on the package to see how long it goes in the microwave for. My only redeeming quality is that I can fix almost anything, be it electrical, plumbing or other broken object. You learn how to do these things out of necessity when you own a poolroom. And I'm a good listener until I start to nod off.
I never would have guessed that the Z Man could be so domesticated. If I ever visit you, I'm bringing a video cam to record him, in case I need to blackmail him later. I think the secret is that you brought out the best in him. I'm a firm believer that we "create" our relationships. Good for you Linda, and tell Mike I said Hi. :thumbup:
jay helfert said:And I'm a good listener until I start to nod off.
rossaroni said:You could also live in your car. No chores to do or grass to cut.
Johnnyt said:Let me make you a little sicker. Since I don't work anymore and can't play anymore, I do all the things that Mike and Jay do. I don't shop or do yard work (landscaper for that crap). Before I got health problems I fixed everything from the cars to W/D'er's, A/C, dishwashers and other stuff. I do all cooking, cleaning, and my own wash. I bring her coffee in bed most mornings. This is payback time for 40 years of letting me do it my way. Johnnyt
hemicudas said:The old "1197". I bought a used, green, 1972 Michael Baker Consulting Engeneers, Chevrolet Suburban. The name was gone but you could still see the truck # under where the name was, 1197. It had a super nice running 307 in it and only 48K miles. Only paid $550 for it. I put curtains on the windows so you couldn't see in and a matress in the back.
Bill Stack and I would jump into the old 1197 and hit the road for a month or so at a time. As long as things went well we stayed in motels but on that rare occasion when we had the nuts and the guy out ran them, we had a place to sleep. Always a roll of quarters in the glove compartment for gas or ememgency quarters for the table.
Outside Sykston, MO, we run into a brick wall named Clyde Childress. Clyde offers Stack the 7 ball and it's all we can do to keep from giggling. We flip the coin and Clyde wins the flip. 14 games later at $10 a game our $150 nubbin of a bank roll is gone and Stack hasn't had a turn at the table.
This is when you find out what kind of woman you married. I call my wife and tell her she has to wire us $50 to get home on. All she heard was I was coming home and she was off the the W. Union.
Seriously, Lewis, I hope you got one as good as the one I got in March 1969.