I met my new doctor recently. We were discussing overall health, current aches and pains, blah, blah, blah. I told her since I retired a year and a half ago, I’ve put on weight, sleep a lot and drink waaaay too much. She asked me if I have a hobby. “What…like crocheting?” She just looked at me. Second attempt: “Yeah…eating, sleeping and drinking!” Still looking at me, she told me to find a hobby. Evidently, her older clients tend to live longer if they have a hobby. Geeeeeez…I’m 58, not 88. Good talk Doc…good talk.
Sooooo, here’s my new hobby: I’m gonna blog, with my older brother’s technical assistance. He’s 61, so he really needs a hobby. I’m gonna discuss all sorts of crap. Anything goes, and anyone who wants to participate is free to do so, as long you understand that if you dish it out, you have to be able to take it.
Welcome to the Disturbed Ramblings of Old White Guys!! I’m “E”…my bro is “J”. Sound like the Men in Black. Cool!!