<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901</id><updated>2012-02-22T18:24:26.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toms Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-7613982933349043265</id><published>2012-02-11T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T06:17:17.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili dogs</title><content type='html'>Tom Maddox, Biloxi, Ms&lt;br&gt;		&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion,&lt;br&gt;and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at&lt;br&gt;a nearby table.  I asked her, &amp;#39;Do you know him?&amp;#39; Yes,&amp;#39; she sighed,  Yes He&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;my old boyfriend...I understand he took to drinking right after we split up,&lt;br&gt;those many years ago, and I hear he hasn&amp;#39;t been sober since..&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;My God!&amp;#39; I said, &amp;#39;who wouldn&amp;#39;t think a person could go on celebrating that&lt;br&gt;long would you?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;Doctor says I will be alright but would probably always walk with a limp&amp;quot;...&lt;p&gt;	&lt;br&gt;	I don&amp;#39;t know if I ever told yawl about me taking Billy Jean&lt;br&gt;Ledbetter to the drive-in. My Daddy had a A-Model back in 1949, the back had&lt;br&gt;been cut off and made into a pick-up, the seat was a folded up blanket. I&lt;br&gt;had never carried Billy Jean to the drive-in so it would be a first for both&lt;br&gt;of us. I never carried her again, I&amp;#39;m getting ahead of myself. The&lt;br&gt;Ledbetter&amp;#39;s lived out in the country near Soso,Ms.  Her Daddy hunted&lt;br&gt;squirrels with a single shot 22, they always had plenty of squirrels to eat&lt;br&gt;folks said. Her Daddy was cleaning that rifle on the front porch and he told&lt;br&gt;me, &amp;quot; Be sure Billy Jean don&amp;#39;t get fooled-with, I know where you live, boy&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;That kept pounding in my head all the way back to town. We had no more than&lt;br&gt;got parked at the drive-in, and Billy Jean lit-in after me. I was in no mood&lt;br&gt;for romance, I felt my life depended on  my ability to fight her off and not&lt;br&gt;graze her or pull a button off her blouse. We had to get out and fold that&lt;br&gt;blanket back up at least a half dozen times, I didn&amp;#39;t care, I needed the&lt;br&gt;respite. I felt if I could keep her eating chili dogs I could distract her,&lt;br&gt;that worked only while she ate the chili dogs and drank R C cola. Two chili&lt;br&gt;dogs and a R C cola was a quarter in those days. I made a lot of vows that&lt;br&gt;night, few I kept except the one to never carry a girl to the drive-in that&lt;br&gt;out weighed me and was much stronger than I was. I knew I would not keep the&lt;br&gt;one about staying clear of moon-shine but I was in a desperate situation. I&lt;br&gt;was in a mood to swear celibacy for the rest of my life and never touch&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;shine&amp;quot; again if It would spare me getting gun shot. &lt;br&gt;	 I knew I was fighting for my life, I felt like Jacob wrestling with&lt;br&gt;that angel at Jacob&amp;#39;s Ladder, I prayed I would not leave with a limp, like&lt;br&gt;Jacob did. As long as I could keep her distracted with Chile dogs I could&lt;br&gt;rest up for her next round of attacking me, I began to realize I had already&lt;br&gt;spent half my life&amp;#39;s saving and Billy Jean was just getting stronger. A&lt;br&gt;couple times I worried that we might turn that A-Model over. Somehow my shoe&lt;br&gt;got caught in the steering wheel and went flying across the parking lot. I&lt;br&gt;got home limping after all, some low class stole my shoe. Next day I was&lt;br&gt;wearing one brown shoe and one black shoe. I lost the other black one trying&lt;br&gt;to help my Uncle Cooter catch a hog, none of us had ever seen a hog would&lt;br&gt;eat a shoe before. I finally got her home, I stopped at a Billups gas&lt;br&gt;station for her to freshen up, I told her to take her time. They only had&lt;br&gt;one key to the bathroom and it was hooked to a boat paddle, they did that&lt;br&gt;back then. I never got shot but I sure spent a lot of time explaining in&lt;br&gt;church that my vows were made in jest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-7613982933349043265?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7613982933349043265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2012/02/chili-dogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7613982933349043265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7613982933349043265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2012/02/chili-dogs.html' title='Chili dogs'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-7876796793075501919</id><published>2012-01-17T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T14:23:14.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to go to the doctor the other day for my yearly. After the test&lt;br&gt;came back my doctor said I had a rare malady. It looks like I have a bad&lt;br&gt;infestation of termites, he said it was rare in humans. More test showed I&lt;br&gt;was eating too much fiber. I had told my doctor earlier that I couldn&amp;#39;t bend&lt;br&gt;my joints as well as I did some time back. Too much fiber will build up you&lt;br&gt;know. I have never ate any fiber that tasted good. You can tell people who&lt;br&gt;are fiber addicts, they can&amp;#39;t bend over. As you get older you might cut down&lt;br&gt;on the number of friends you have. I have all of them I can afford right&lt;br&gt;now, being retired and penniless. I suppose I&amp;#39;m getting like Merle Haggard,&lt;br&gt;the only thing I can count on these days is my fingers. &lt;p&gt;	Congress has spent all our money, giving it away and selling&lt;br&gt;moonshine for three dollars a gallon. Let me explain. Some air-head in&lt;br&gt;Congress came up with the idea to make moonshine (ethanol) out of our corn&lt;br&gt;and sell it for the same price as gasoline. At first you would say no farmer&lt;br&gt;is going to use his corn to make moonshine and sell it for the same as gas&lt;br&gt;prices. Oh yea of little faith, it works great if we subsidize the farmer&lt;br&gt;and pay him the difference. President Reagan said the most feared eight&lt;br&gt;words on earth is, &amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re from the Government and here to help&amp;quot;. One of the&lt;br&gt;reasons I became a Christian is so when I die, I won&amp;#39;t have to live with&lt;br&gt;Congressmen anymore. &lt;p&gt;	I&amp;#39;m often not politically correct and won&amp;#39;t strive to improve. Being&lt;br&gt;politically correct will have you saying things that you know is untrue and&lt;br&gt;brainless. Example, undocumented workers are really undocumented Democrats.&lt;br&gt;My Brother Slick said a friend of his told him one that he wanted to marry&lt;br&gt;Slick&amp;#39;s wife and she wanted a divorce. Feller said he didn&amp;#39;t know if his&lt;br&gt;finances could afford a wife though. Slick told him, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll help with yawl&lt;br&gt;with your light bill&amp;quot;. I was raised in a poor section of Mississippi, we&lt;br&gt;didn&amp;#39;t know the depression was over until 1950. Gotta Go...T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-7876796793075501919?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7876796793075501919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2012/01/had-to-go-to-doctor-other-day-for-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7876796793075501919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7876796793075501919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2012/01/had-to-go-to-doctor-other-day-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-3813497979313329461</id><published>2011-12-29T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:22:29.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could'nt live alone,</title><content type='html'>I would die of thirst. Everyday my wife tells&amp;nbsp;me, "Isn't it a little early to start drinking beer". I don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;when beer drinking time should start. Women know, but they won't tell us how&amp;nbsp;they found out. I tried to Google it, they didn't know either.  If I lived&amp;nbsp;alone I would have a lot of food to throw out, I suppose I'm too use to&amp;nbsp;cooking for two. I do most of the cooking, all my wife wants to cook is&amp;nbsp;healthy food. No, wonder all these health addicts looks so emaciated and&amp;nbsp;colorless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm 76, our Congress has already gave away all the&amp;nbsp;Social Security trust fund money to welfare. Since they don't have any more&amp;nbsp;of our money to give away, now they are giving out tax breaks. The part they&amp;nbsp;never explain is the tax break are taken from the Social Security fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for China and all the hard working Chinese people. Our&amp;nbsp;Congress keeps borrowing their money and giving it to us so we can buy cheap&amp;nbsp;stuff from China. There is no way in HELL we will ever be able to pay them&amp;nbsp;back. There are 535 people in Congress that caused all this mess, make them&amp;nbsp;pay it back. Well, I suppose I'm through with this lesson on economics for&amp;nbsp;today, study hard it will be on the test next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Daylily Page &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsdaylilies.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsdaylilies.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Blog &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-3813497979313329461?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3813497979313329461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-couldn-live-alone-i-would-die-of_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/3813497979313329461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/3813497979313329461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-couldn-live-alone-i-would-die-of_29.html' title='I could&apos;nt live alone,'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-2528324427745711985</id><published>2011-11-28T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:22:48.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting older</title><content type='html'>You might consume a lot of your valuable time on earth trying to get&lt;br /&gt;your way. Will Rodgers said, it is a proven fact, there is only two ways to&lt;br /&gt;argue with a woman, it is also a proven fact, that neither works. If you win&lt;br /&gt;a hard fought argument with your spouse, you will lose in the end, no body&lt;br /&gt;likes a "Know it All". Any argument boils down to the possibility of two&lt;br /&gt;conclusions, only one of the participants is right or neither. You should&lt;br /&gt;not try to conform people to your idea of what is right. No one has the&lt;br /&gt;right to change your opinion, opinions are like in-laws, you may not like&lt;br /&gt;some of them but they are still your in-laws. My Daddy lived to be 97, I&lt;br /&gt;think he stayed busy trying to stay alive, so he could intentionally miss&lt;br /&gt;some people's funerals he didn't like. There will always be people you don't&lt;br /&gt;like, never tell them though, keep them wondering. Don't try to listen in on&lt;br /&gt;someone else's whispering, they don't want you to hear it and you will&lt;br /&gt;probably sleep better by not hearing. Don't try to change your spouse,&lt;br /&gt;that's like buying a Ford and changing all the emblems to read Chevrolet,&lt;br /&gt;it's still gonna be a Ford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get older I find I can afford less friends. People who can't&lt;br /&gt;stand you will never try to borrow things from you, that is certainly a&lt;br /&gt;plus. People borrow things mostly because it's cheaper than buying things,&lt;br /&gt;that is just an economic fact. If you don't have many friends, it could be&lt;br /&gt;because you are too cheap to buy your own things. I would never borrow&lt;br /&gt;anything from someone I don't like, if he's dead, I won't hesitate to borrow&lt;br /&gt;from his wife. Usually your friends wife won't like you, don't worry about&lt;br /&gt;that, it's usually because word got back to her that you said, he could have&lt;br /&gt;done better. People who lie a lot are much more interesting than habitual&lt;br /&gt;truth tellers. There is nothing more boring than the truth, that's a&lt;br /&gt;scientific fact. Make sure your friends are uglier than you are. It&lt;br /&gt;increases your chances of making out. I gotta go try to impress somebody, as&lt;br /&gt;you get older that gets harder too.....................tom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Daylily Page &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsdaylilies.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsdaylilies.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Blog &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-2528324427745711985?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2528324427745711985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-older.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/2528324427745711985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/2528324427745711985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-older.html' title='Getting older'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-8268415967615323977</id><published>2011-09-21T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T06:42:41.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Zippers</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm sort of an inventor by trade, I like to claim anyway. I am now working on a device that will zip up the fly in my overalls, when I forget automatically.&amp;nbsp; As you get older you remember less. My wife tells me the less I remember of my past, the better I should feel, mentally. The biggest problem, which I feel sure I will solve, is keeping it from zipping up when I'm not quite ready. This could put the Trial Lawyers after me, so I will hold off putting it on the market until the bugs are worked out. I could put a box of band aids in the pocket I suppose. I told a lady over at Lowe's about my idea, she said she felt sure that Lowe's will gladly buy me some as quick as they hit the market. I figure it's just Lowe's way of showing me their appreciation for me buying most of their stuff. I ride a scooter around town and I find my memory is much better in the winter. I stop most times within a block of the house to zip up. My wife told me she could not sleep at night worrying about somebody running over me on my scooter. I showed her all the accidental death insurance I carry at my Credit Union. She's sleeping much better, sometimes till dinner. Memory being better in the cold, I suppose Eskimos rarely ever lose anything they can't find. If you live in a igloo I guess things just show up better. I lose most of what I buy at Lowe's, so I buy spares of everything. I was telling my Paw about my zipping-up problem. He said it will only get worse, he said most of the time now he forgets to zip down. He lived to be 97 and could remember anything, he said I took after my Mama. My Grandpaw got knocked in the head for messing with another man's wife, he barely made 95, he was a dashing rascal I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Daylily Page &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsdaylilies.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsdaylilies.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Tom's Blog &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-8268415967615323977?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8268415967615323977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/09/fly-zippers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/8268415967615323977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/8268415967615323977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/09/fly-zippers.html' title='Fly Zippers'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-8896785066844468494</id><published>2011-08-23T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:20:50.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluffing</title><content type='html'>Don't ever read the possible side effects on a medicine bottle. Do&lt;br /&gt;people really need to be warned that if their face starts sluffing off and&lt;br /&gt;persist, you might want to call your doctor. The very first stage of&lt;br /&gt;sluffing, and I will be letting the whole countryside know. My wife decided&lt;br /&gt;I needed my own cell phone. We got me one, the purchase went something like&lt;br /&gt;this.&lt;br /&gt;"He doesn't need any minutes, I will be calling him". "We don't sell&lt;br /&gt;plans without minutes". "Then he needs the least minutes you have and it&lt;br /&gt;needs to ring loud". Ring-ring. "It needs to be louder". "We'll try that".&lt;br /&gt;Got in my truck my phone won't ring, back to store. "This phone won't ring".&lt;br /&gt;"It rung here in the store". " I know that I heard it, it just won't ring in&lt;br /&gt;my truck". "Let me call it again". Ring-ring. "Maybe you called wrong&lt;br /&gt;number". "I know what the number is". Back in truck. "Call me with your&lt;br /&gt;phone". Phone won't ring. Back to store. "This phone only rings here in this&lt;br /&gt;store, I can't come here every time I need to be called ". "It rang fine&lt;br /&gt;awhile ago when you were here". " I know I heard it, but it won't ring in my&lt;br /&gt;truck". "Here you the hold the phone, I will call you". Phone won't ring now&lt;br /&gt;in the store. "Phone must be closed up to ring".  Didn't know phones have to&lt;br /&gt;be closed to ring, do now. She should have thought of that when she sold me&lt;br /&gt;this thing. If I get a call it's my wife, no one knows my number, suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory data bank has about expired too. My wife says the more I&lt;br /&gt;can forget my past the better I ought to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Daylily Page &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsdaylilies.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsdaylilies.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Blog &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-8896785066844468494?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8896785066844468494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sluffing-don-ever-read-possible-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/8896785066844468494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/8896785066844468494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/08/sluffing-don-ever-read-possible-side.html' title='Sluffing'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-5107923049500543891</id><published>2011-07-14T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:18:21.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Older</title><content type='html'>Growing old the first losses you will encounter is hearing, teeth&lt;br /&gt;and a sense of decency. The first two can be bought back, decency can only&lt;br /&gt;be achieved by deception. I always thought decency was tied some how to&lt;br /&gt;keeping your pants on when they should be on. My wife thinks I should&lt;br /&gt;practice being more modest and decent. I find modesty is harder to&lt;br /&gt;accomplish than playing the guitar. I have come to realized that modesty is&lt;br /&gt;not for people who excel in most of their endeavors. Show me a person who is&lt;br /&gt;modest and I'll show you someone who has not risen very far above the&lt;br /&gt;expectations of their spouse or their family. My ego which might appear&lt;br /&gt;flawed at times to others, it just won't let me get any more "modester" than&lt;br /&gt;I am right now. When you come from a family who makes the TV program "Cops"&lt;br /&gt;at least once a year, then it's hard to not toot your horn, for just being&lt;br /&gt;civil. Being civil in the South usually means you don't own a pistol to&lt;br /&gt;carry in your back pocket. I can usually hunker down and come up with some&lt;br /&gt;compassion and forgiveness for someone, unless they have bad-mouthed my&lt;br /&gt;Daylilies, that's not always pardonable.  I will continue to strive for some&lt;br /&gt;modesty, even if I have to lie about having more of it than I actually do.&lt;br /&gt;In my way of thinking, when you refuse to look at someone's seedling&lt;br /&gt;pictures, you are trodding on unforgiveness grounds. When I was in school&lt;br /&gt;Camel cigarettes and girls was my favorite subject, I had more success with&lt;br /&gt;the first. Since most of the good ones seemed to have me in mind,  Most&lt;br /&gt;Northerners may not know this, but young Southerners go to Wakes to check&lt;br /&gt;out the chicks, just a habit I sure find hard to break even at 77. I sure&lt;br /&gt;hope this doesn't sound like a bunch of whining, can't stand whiners.&lt;br /&gt;...............tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-5107923049500543891?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5107923049500543891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/07/modesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/5107923049500543891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/5107923049500543891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/07/modesty.html' title='Growing Older'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-857213660975214671</id><published>2011-07-14T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:19:35.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Periles of Pauline</title><content type='html'>There is a lot of things I just don't understand in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my education was half hearted at best, I guess I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;complain too much. How does a thermos know to keep something cold or hot?&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me it would need a switch so you could select what you wanted it to&lt;br /&gt;do. My brother said it might be digital. After all he worked at Sears,&lt;br /&gt;putting batteries in cars, I figured he should know.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't understand how well thought of people in the community&lt;br /&gt;can be so callous. When my High School principal told my Mother that I stood&lt;br /&gt;a good chance of ending up in Incarceration, I thought his laughing about it&lt;br /&gt;was quite out of order. I guess it shows how even with his high education&lt;br /&gt;level, it still didn't keep him from enjoying pointing out my shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;In my family shortcomings is something we don't laugh about, though I'm told&lt;br /&gt;multitudes do. I ask my Mother why our family had such SHORT COMINGS, She&lt;br /&gt;said it had something to do with living so far South. I'll explain that&lt;br /&gt;someday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't understand why people pay marriage councilors. My wife&lt;br /&gt;carried me to a marriage councilor and he told me to spill my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;out to him, so he could get to the root of my problems. I figured with all&lt;br /&gt;his training he had to take a lot of courses in sympathy, and how to lift&lt;br /&gt;the spirits of the down trodden and misunderstood. I figured that's why&lt;br /&gt;people paid for his opinion. So I told him every thing about my life, why my&lt;br /&gt;reputation was so tarnished, and pityful. He told me, I should be ashamed of&lt;br /&gt;myself. If that's what councilors are paid to do.&lt;br /&gt;I owe half the people in town money. &amp;nbsp;The therapist told me to list every&lt;br /&gt;thing I enjoyed in life and go do them, and I would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;That didn't work out so good either, many were against the law, some were a&lt;br /&gt;sin, or worst of all most would make me FAT. I didn't go&lt;br /&gt;back..................................tom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-857213660975214671?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/857213660975214671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/07/periles-of-pauline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/857213660975214671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/857213660975214671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/07/periles-of-pauline.html' title='Periles of Pauline'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-7918353168044411645</id><published>2009-04-25T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:07:04.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptist</title><content type='html'>I think my daughter probably gets her good looks from me. I got my&amp;nbsp;new glasses now and I do look pretty good I must admit. Joyce was the&amp;nbsp;Homecoming Queen so I think she deserves me, even though I do enjoy my own&amp;nbsp;company. My brother told me when I was a baby, that my Mother came home from&amp;nbsp;the hospital without me but the police brought me home and threatened her if&amp;nbsp;she ever left me again in public. She told me that I did begin to look more&amp;nbsp;promising with age. I’m Southern Baptist, we believe the back four pews in&amp;nbsp;church is where God dwells most of the time, if you sit on one of the front&amp;nbsp;four pews you are guilty of something and trying to repent. If you dream of&amp;nbsp;fried chicken and banana pudding twice in one week you are probably being&amp;nbsp;called to preach. To go in a liquor store in your own home State is sinful&amp;nbsp;and showing signs of arrogance and dementia. I need to publish a pamphlet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-7918353168044411645?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7918353168044411645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/baptist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7918353168044411645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7918353168044411645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/baptist.html' title='Baptist'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-2939852808891406341</id><published>2009-04-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:05:08.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Men think of women every 15 seconds, women think of shopping every&lt;br /&gt;15 seconds and think of men about twice a month. If your wife ask you if you&lt;br /&gt;still love her, she will usually add, “You sure don’t act like you do”.&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what did I do this time”? “If you don’t know just forget it”. “That&lt;br /&gt;should be easy since I have no idea how this got started in the first&lt;br /&gt;place”. I don’t mind listening to others opinion as long as I get a chance&lt;br /&gt;to show them how ridiculous their opinion really was. Never argue with your&lt;br /&gt;wife, she will surely remind you how you almost killed her when one of your&lt;br /&gt;children was born, that you were responsible for. You will have no comeback,&lt;br /&gt;since you can’t have children. I tried to get pregnant once but failed&lt;br /&gt;miserably. Adult beverages (beer) will kill some of your brain cells, I am&lt;br /&gt;only now getting my brain cells down to a manageable level. When a man is in&lt;br /&gt;his teens fighting raging hormones they want to get married as soon as they&lt;br /&gt;can talk some woman into marrying them or find a REAL friendly girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Once a man reaches about 75 they usually will look back at all this as&lt;br /&gt;youthful ignorance and over imagination and wonder why all the fuss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-2939852808891406341?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2939852808891406341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/2939852808891406341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/2939852808891406341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4766493657291302901.post-7589111590643335469</id><published>2009-04-25T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:20:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to impress a Father-in Law</title><content type='html'>10 ways on how to impress your hopeful Father-in-Law about marrying his daughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have not been arrested in the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My family owns our own pulp wood truck and chain saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I willing to marry your daughter even though she is already over Fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother was once a professional wrestler and lost one arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Mother once beat a cop almost to death with her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Over half the children in my family have the same father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My father was picked up by an alien flying saucer, three different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I could blow smoke rings when I was only ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I got your daughters phone number off the Billips Service Station men’s room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Two of my brothers have State ordered Vasectomies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;Tom's Daylily Page &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsdaylilies.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsdaylilies.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's Blog &amp;lt;&lt;a href="http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4766493657291302901-7589111590643335469?l=tomstalkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7589111590643335469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-impress-father-in-law.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7589111590643335469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4766493657291302901/posts/default/7589111590643335469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomstalkin.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-impress-father-in-law.html' title='How to impress a Father-in Law'/><author><name>Tommy Maddox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15742345620273387580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaByqafbtG8/Th-dLxmADlI/AAAAAAAAACA/a2pSCGsWu80/s220/Pearl_Feb_17_07_002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
