Midlife Crisis Fork In The Road

I Love Mondays
I Love Mondays

Alright, it’s Monday and I’m traveling again. And in my line of work, I seem to see a lot more than most. Here’s some midlife wisdom from bits and pieces along the way.

When you come to your midlife-crisis fork in the road, take it.

But don’t stop for dinner at the Midlife Crisis Cafe, nobody goes there anymore, it’s too crowded.

MBA’s and Blogging are both overrated, and their similarities are different.

People call my friend a midlife old man, because back in his day, they called amphibians showoffs.

And when they said someone was a little green around the gills, they actually meant it.

Anyway, happy Monday.  It’s amazing the stuff you can think of when you think of stuff.

That last one is the only original.  All the others are on consignment.

The Faithful Nuns

Today’s Mid Life Celebration blog post is brought to you with great joy. Hope it brings you the same joy and laughter it brought me.

Two Nuns were driving down a country road when they ran out of gas.

They walked to a farmhouse, and a farmer gave them some gasoline. However, the only container he had was an old bedpan.

The Nuns were happy to take whatever they were offered and returned to their car.

As they were pouring the gasoline from the bedpan into the tank of their car, a minister drove by.

He stopped, rolled down his window and said, “Excuse me sisters, I’m not of your religion, but I couldn’t help admiring your faith.”