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Posted on 10/31/2010 10:32:30 PM PDT by JustAmy
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Thank you, Jane!
LOL! Isn’t it the truth. We got RID of some TURKEYS on Tuesday....!!
Maxine’s got it at every angle!
Thinkers Anonymous
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then — to loosen up. Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone — “to relax,” I told myself — but I knew it wasn’t true.
Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time. That was when things began to sour at home. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother’s.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don’t mix, but I couldn’t stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunch time so I could read books and writings by Karl Rove and Glenn Beck. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, “What is it exactly we are doing here?”
One day the boss called me in. He said, “Listen, I like you, and it \hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don’t stop thinking on the job, you’ll have to find another job.”
This gave me a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. “Honey,” I confessed, “I’ve been thinking ...” “I know you’ve been thinking,” she said, “and I want a divorce!”
“But Honey, surely it’s not that serious.”
“It is serious,” she said, lower lip aquiver. “You think as much as college professors, and college professors don’t make any money, so if you keep on thinking, we won’t have any money!”
“That’s a faulty syllogism,” I said impatiently. She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood to deal with the emotional drama.
“I’m going to the library,” I snarled as I stomped out the door. I headed for the library, in the mood for some Barry Goldwater.
I roared into the parking lot with Rush Limbaugh on the radio and ran up to the big glass doors... They didn’t open. The library was closed. To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
As I sank to the ground, clawing at the unfeeling grass, whimpering for something by Ann Coulter, a poster caught my eye. “Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?” it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker’s Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting.
At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was “Porky’s.” Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home.
Life just seemed ... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me. Today, I registered to vote DEMOCRAT.
What a selfish little girl you were! :) Oh.............. I’m so scared!!
Very good, Yorkie! :) Thank you!!(I think ! LOL!)
Lord, please forgive me!
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
That’s Funny!
Oh oh, JC. It looks like LOVE is in the air in TN!!!
That was a picture I stole out of your 'baby album'.
ROTF!!!
And your keyboard!
Its so cold this evening, love is the only thing to keep you warm. You know how kitties are anyway! LOL!
I couldn’t believe I was actually typing those words. It made me feel so dirty....LOLOL!
However, it was funny!
It sho was hard for me to type those ugly things.....LOL!
Beep FReep!
And I can see why! True love is the best!! Thanks!
I thought that little girl looked like me, cause she’s so.............. adorable! LOL!
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