I got my oil changed in my Jeep yesterday. I have had my car for a year and three months and it has 14,000 miles on it. That is good. I used to go 2,000 miles a month when I had my cleaning business. So glad I don't have to do that anymore.
I go to Moritz of Fort Worth . They sell Chevrolet-Chrysler-Jeep. They check everything under the hood plus rotate the tires and I just feel confident when they get through that everything is in fine shape. I got right in and went to the waiting area while they done it all. There was an older lady and her grandson and then an older man who looked like he just came off of a ranch. He had a Cowboy hat on and some expensive boots. Just the way he talked you could tell he was a real Cowboy not an imitation. Like Guy always says. "It don't make you a Cowboy by putting on a Cowboy hat and some boots."
I listened to there discussion . It was pretty interesting. The lady was saying how she had raised her kids and when her kids had kids she ended up raising them too. She said they wanted to have kids but then they wanted to leave them with her. Then her grandkids had kids and they left them with her too. The grandchild that was with her you could tell he really had respect for her. She said she had fell down stairs and broke her back and her neck but now she was working again. When they left he was holding her hand where she didn't fall.
The Cowboy was a cussing man. He was saying how all these kids wanted to have kids and then after having them they decide they want a career. He said why didn't they do the career first and then have kids last. Which is a good statement. But I could have done without the cussing part.
I guess it is good if you can get the career first but that is not always the case. Sometimes that can't be helped.. I have known some people that couldn't go to college until late in life. I done college online when I was 60. And my daughter Jana gave me a surprise graduation party that made me feel like I had really accomplished something. I made excellent grades after forty years of not going to school too. Better late than never.
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