I thought I owed you a special Saturday post, and a return to routine won’t hurt me, either. It’s good to hear the hum of conversation around here, but I feel like you just depend on me to unlock the front door! Well, that’s ok. I don’t mind at all. The strip above first appeared way back in 1992. They’re still sitting on that same sofa.
Ladies’ Man
By Jimmy Johnson
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135 responses to “Ladies’ Man”
I sometimes think the most frightening thing about “getting older” is talking with someone whom I think of as a fully mature adult… even someone well into their 40s… and realizing that they were born the year I graduated from high school or college. This is scary and I start wondering… what I look like to that person? Do I look ancient to them? This only happens when I speak with women. Men? Who cares…
Hey, if you don’t unlock the front door, we can always sit on the patio.
JJ you hit the nail on the head with this one.
We have been getting all kinds of reminders that change, in the form of retirement, is coming. Very seriously thinking of putting the house up for sale and moving to a smaller place in a neighboring community. If I do I’ll probably still keep the Steve from Royal Oak name.
One of things that ive noticed are pictures of me with a lot of silver hair. I even got my phone out to take pictures of the back of my head. In my mind, I’m still a young man, but the pictures don’t lie.
Younger women still look good, but now make me think of my daughter.
Debbe: The recording with King and Clapton is “Riding With the King.” I have it also… two masters…
Glad you are feeling better but, as I know, sometimes it is a battle. But we will never give up!
Jimmy: You don’t only unlock the front door, but offer hospitality with your words of welcome. I, for one, always look forward to your greeting.
Hey, isn’t there a beach cartoon similar to this? It’s one of my all time favorites. Janis thinks Arlo is looking at some sweet young thing chasing a beachball? Either way love this one and fully understand Neal’s comment. I also wonder how I’m seen. I do not see in the mirror the guy I see in pics.
Margaret Rose, Mindy from Indy calls the A&J Facebook page “the Stoop”!
Arlo is so right, Jimmy. The temptation is always there; the form just changes. I admit to looking at the male dessert cart, both the sweet and the savory offerings. I smile, and daydream a little, and come home to my favorite munchies.
NealinBawston, anyone who hasn’t the palate for a choice vintage shouldn’t waste the vintage by drinking it. You deserve a discriminating palate.
That’s good news that things around you are smoothing out a little, Debbe. I’ve always thought of depression as of two types: from the inside, out; and from the outside, in. When they combine, it feels really nasty.
Denise, I have been happily drinking of the same vintage for 39 years, 3 months and 2 days, and have no interest in switching wines or vintages. I’ll stay with this one for the rest of my life, given the opportunity.
Unlike Steve from Royal Oak, I have no daughter, hence no comparison of that kind. And, even if I did, it isn’t a function of love or lust or even temptation. Rather, it is the acute realization that at 65-going-on-66, I am older than most of the people I know; sometimes significantly older. And, when I meet and speak with someone whom I know to be on the south side of 50, I think that I am looking at my peer, when I realize that Janis (or whomever) is 48 and therefore was born in 1967, the same year I graduated from high school. Holy cow!
Why is it just something I feel with women? Search me. Maybe it is that women are more interesting and so I notice things like age.
There was a Shoe strip years back, where Shoe and Cosmo were sitting at a bar talking. Shoe asks Cosmo how his love life was going, and was told “Not so good”. When asked why, Cosmo’s answer was “All the women I’m interested in call me Sir.”.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5J7IrPVLc4U
Cilla missed my wakeup call this morning! Maybe she tried and couldn’t wake me up. Glad to hear from you Debbe. Golly, new people and I haven’t even shaved. Well, drink some coffee and I’ll be back.
Thought for the Day: If you can’t innovate, iterate.
You wouldn’t want this kitty jumping on you in bed for a wakeup: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3080373/Giant-25-pound-cat-called-Andre-Giant-Cat-helps-rescue-animals-homes.html
Chuckling over that thought, Ghost!
How about this? I didn’t really feel old until my Alma Mater hired Gus Malzahn as football coach and I found out that he was born when I was in my second year of vet school at Auburn and was already married to my wonderful wife of 50+ years!
Good Blondie cartoon: Census taker is asking them if the younger generation bothers them and why. Blondie & Dagwood’s frantic reply,
“Because we’re no longer a part of it!”
Sinatra’s “This Is All I Ask” also fits this conversation.
Prayers and blessings for everyone, or, as my old high school teacher who just died a couple of years ago at 99 used to write me: “May God bless all of you always and in all ways.”
Haven’t yet gotten Ray-ban aviator style shades to go with my “new” eyes, but liking the brand-new old pair of Foster Grants I found in a desk drawer just fine. More the “American Sniper” look than “Top Gun”.
I like being able to look at the menu, but I can’t order anything. I usually have older friends although there have been some great exceptions. Yes, my wife knows my history. She knows all of it and we have been married for 17 years.
Good afternoon Villagers…..
Did ya’ll hear it….that ‘pop’? Seems that sometimes when things go wrong, it does happen for a reason. Ian said my ‘tranny’ fluid was black. When speaking with Andrew this morning, that was not good. Had to have the ‘seal’ broke a few years back due to a leak. And at this moment, the ‘tool’, something that pumps tranny fluid into a sealed transmission is being acquired at this time. And I thank the Good Lord…..Amen.
Enough of that….I feel as we age, we also leave impressions on the younger generation. I work with teens….Ian has told me that ‘Skittles’ feels I am his muse. ‘Skittles’ has a older brother that also works with us, but at the feed mill. Now, I will admit to this, I will obviously ‘flirt’ with him…..and we all make jokes about it. Even the office manager…I once told him (he’s something like 24) in front of The Boss’s office manager that if I was 40 years younger…and she quickly added “you’d have a date this weekend.” I feel that staying in touch with this younger generation adds a little spice in both worlds. I will be married for 16 years in June…the longest I’ve ever stayed with one man….and it has it’s rewards, dedication on both him and me to make the other feel loved and wanted. As I’ve said, it took me 45 years to find the right man who would “compliment” me, not me “compliment” him…
Now, there’s a horse race I need to ‘catch’ up on……
Gal 🙂
GR 😉 will you wear those sunglasses at night????
Denise….munchies?…. I like that 😉
Debbe 😉 Just so I don’t end up in that Turkish-looking prison.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2LTL8KgKv8
And hey, I like munchies, too. 😉
I would not want to be 40 years younger and unattached. It’s crazy out there. Now I wish that when I was 40 years younger I had known what I know now. 1975 was a terrible time in my life. Depression would not describe it. Desperation would be more like it.
Ghost, I noticed how quickly that 40′ castle in the sky shrunk.
OF due NOW. emb. Anybody who is interested should store the URL.
http://www.nps.gov/features/yell/webcam/oldFaithfulStreaming.html
Debbe, your guardian angel must have made Ian do that. 😉
Speaking of the passage of time, I had an employee who once asked me “Where did you get that retro-style slowcooker?” I replied, “It’s seven years older than you are; I bought it new!” (Gee, I just realized that it’s now 36 years old.)