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I may not have mentioned it yet but I am the richest guy in the world. I'm married to the girl I fell in love with 41 years ago and we have a wonderful flock of kids and grandkids to bless our old age. We're still healthy despite our total lack of concern for calories and exercise....even if we weren't all that healthy one of our boys grew up to be a medical doctor so he takes care of our health needs. Our other son grew up to be a CPA so he takes care of our vast wealth and investments...okay, I may have stretched the vast wealth and investments part but the rest is totally true. We have five perfect grandchildren and I will get around to bragging about each of them in due time. Hey, you wanna brag about your grandkids? Start your own blog...

I lost my job back in June of last year. It was a good job. I had prestige, good pay, wonderful benefits, and more pressure than should be allowed by law. Losing my job was just one more blessing in this wonderful life of mine. Now I don't drive for two hours a day in rush hour traffic. I don't stress out every time the phone rings. I wear jeans and pullover shirts all the time and I shave when I feel like it, which isn't often. I still go to work but my commute is 1.5 miles down residential streets. I'm not in charge of anything and no one expects me to have any answers to questions. What a life! If I could get Deb to stop worrying about money, or the lack of it, life would be perfect. Like I say, I'm the richest guy in the world.

I have my eye on a powder blue Vespa motorscooter for sale in Colleyville. I am giving serious consideration to buying it to ride to work. When I was a kid my parents wouldn't let me have a scooter. When I got married Debbie wouldn't let me have a motorcycle. Now my boys don't even want me riding a bicycle. If I could just make myself go on down and buy that scooter I would not only be the richest guy in the world. I would be the richest guy in the world WITH a powder blue Vespa motorscooter. AND, I would be a rebel in the eyes of my family. My leather jacket would have BORN TO BE MILD written on the back of it. Oh man, it just doesn't get any better than that.