Humor While We Wait "Adult Truths"

 ** Adult Truths ***

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

17. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever..

22. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.
  
24. People who forward e- mail without deleting the tons of previous recipients should be shot and then tarred and feathered.

25. The first testicular guard, the "Cup," was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important. Ladies quit  Laughing!         
 
Heal the past, live the present, dream the future.  

Enjoy life!!!

"A Source is a Source" by Dr. Dinar

A Source Is A Source  By Dr. Dinar

We've all heard the song "Whatever Gets You Thru The Night" by the amazing John Lennon.

Combined with the talent of Elton John on backup vocals and piano, that song had all the ingredients.

A recipe for a "win" if ever there was one.

After nearly a decade on this journey to the RV/GCR, it's pretty much come down to just that.

Whatever it takes to help get you through the night and on to the next day.

The next week... the next month.

To simply hang in there, especially during the toughest of times.

When hanging in there feels like the last thing you have the strength to do.

Yet somehow we all have to muster the strength to hang in there and cross that finish line, shoe box full of funny money held high overhead.

Having received yet another email "update" pertaining to the latest going's on in Dinarland, I commented to a friend.

A friend who has been involved in this thing even longer than I have, on how this or that Guru had lost not only their luster, but their believability as well.

For me, anyway.

After years of hearing the exact same intel, post after post after post, there comes a point where the definition of insanity begins to weigh heavy on your mind.

And you begin to question your own sanity most of all.

Through the process of attrition, over time you begin to whittle away at your list of "sources" that you allow into your sphere of influence.

And those that have earned a "No Access" pass.

I know my List has dwindled to the point of not even needing a list.

It's highly likely we all have trust issues revolving around this endeavor.

After all, it's been 8 or 9 years since we first heard the UST was in lockdown.

Cell phones taken away, eating delivered pizzas and sleeping on cots.

No one allowed to leave until it's signed, sealed and printed in the Gazette.

And try as we might to believe it, here we still sit, poor and pizzaless.

Is this RV/GCR thing for real or is it just like your brother in law's second cousin's Barber told him it was from the very start.

A scam, simply too good to be true.

Even though, deep down we all know in our hearts this RV/GCR thing is indeed real, I have a feeling that at one point or another we've all questioned our own sanity, wondering if "they" were right after all

Her response to me concerning who to pay attention to and whose info to let go of wasn't a shock to me by any means.

I've known all along that we  tend to disagree on whose source is right and whose is wrong.

Which Guru is to be believed and which isn't.

After all, they've all made predictions at one time or another and most are sitting with a strong 99.9% average.

Unfortunately, that's in the "strongly wrong" column.

That's not to say that some of their "stuff" isn't true and correct.

Chances are they all bring a nugget or two of truth in what they post.

But I wish you the best of luck in deciphering which is which and what is where and who is when.

Especially at this point of the game, where nearly everybody is in "Zip Your Lips" NDA mode.

Mostly because nearly everything that either has or hasn't happened isn't able to be verified, yay or nay.

Mostly because the Lamestream Media isn't a trust based point of reference, overflowin' with integrity.

Between you and me, if I saw (or read) in the regular news that the sky was blue, I'd immediately make an appointment with an optician, in hopes of determining if I was indeed color blind or not because honestly, the sky looks blue to me as well.

And that would scare me.

Like they say, trust but verify.

And knowing we can't trust the "normal" news, the next logical choice would be the "not so run of the mill behind the scenes" news sources.

Which, to be honest, when someone labels them as Conspiracy Theorists, I tend to view them with even more credibility than their Nightly News counterparts.

That's not to say the Intel gatherer's, the so called Guru's, haven't played a very important part in all of this.

Because I for one believe they've played an extremely important part in keeping 95% of us in the game.

Regardless of whether that was their intention or not.

Chances are very high that had we not had anything to chew on all these years, nothing to keep our flames burning ever so brightly, many of us would have sold out and jumped ship long ago.

So for that alone we are eternally grateful.

For those choosing to rely solely on a foundation based upon their own research, knowing the world will never survive on its current path without a complete makeover of the global economic infrastructure, the intel flowing throughout Dinarland won't play as large a role in their hanging on.

But I have strong doubts that even for those "knowledge based" folks among us, that the length of this journey hasn't at one time or another caused them to question their own belief structure in some way.

It's only natural.

After all, many, if not most "facts" are simply rumors repeated again and again.

How many times have we heard the rate will be in the budget.

They are waiting on to HCL.

Or Article 140 still needs to settled.

That everything will... wait for it... be printed in the Gazette and then announced in the Mosques.

Like a thousand?

And yet, even to this day it still continues to be the news.

Even worse, people are still falling for it.

Big name people no less.

Anyway, back to my friends response, which was nearly opposite to my thoughts.

Meaning those Guru's that I no longer pay any attention to, she tends to believe in the best in people, giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Not that she doesn't believe the one or two I pay any attention to, but she's more of an equal opportunity employer.

Choosing to believe they all bring something good to the table, in one form or another.

While I don't share her opinion on some points, at some level I can't help but applaud her openmindedness.

I wish I still held a bit of that brand newish "it's goin' down tonight" feeling.

I lost most of that on my way down to Jaded Avenue.

I'm sure there are many folks out there that can relate to this very situation.

Not in agreement with their family or friends as to the who's, how's, what's, why's and when's of this thing.

Only in the knowing that it must happen.

That it WILL happen.

And without a doubt, the sooner, the better.

I say all this in hopes of letting everyone know that there are others out there that share your thoughts.

Whatever they may be.

That feel the same way you do.

And that we're all on this amazing journey together, basically with one thing in mind.

To reach the finish line, sanity intact.

So, whatever "source" it is helping you to remain positive, enabling you to remain in the game, despite everything around you saying run, as fast as you can, in any direction, at the end of the day a source is a source.

Unless, of course... well, you know the rest.

Hang in there folks.

The signs are everywhere that we're really gettin' close.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I the owner of the Yellowstone Ranch or a believer in talking horses. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

From Recaps Archives

Friday Night "Fun From Mot" at TNT 3-12-2021

TNT:

Mot:  Men In Heaven

When everybody on earth passed on and waiting to enter Heaven, God appeared and said,

"I want the men to make two lines:

One line for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other line for the men who were dominated by their women.

I want all the women to report to St. Peter."

Soon, the women were gone, and there were two lines of men.

The line of the men who were dominated by their wives was 100 miles long, and in the line of men who truly were heads of their household, there was only one man.

God said to the long line,

"You men should be ashamed of yourselves , I created you to be the head of your household!

You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled your purpose!

Of all of you, only one obeyed. Learn from him."

God turned to the one man,

"How did you manage to be the only one in this line?"

The man replied,

"My wife told me to stand here."

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Mot:  Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.

One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, "Now don't get mad at me....I know we've been friends for a long time.....but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is."

Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. Finally she said, "How soon do you need to know?"

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Mot:  ~~~ More Things that Keep Me Awake at Nite!!! ~~~~ from Mot of Course!! ~~~

Mot:  Always Important to Not Feed the Wildlife... for example ~~~~

Mot:  ~~~ fer Those Who Need to Know fer Ur Diet!!! ~~~

Humor While We Wait.....and Wait.......and Wait............

Humor While We Wait:

TNT:

MOT:  "Why God Made Moms "

( The following answers were given by elementary school children

to the following questions )

Question----"Why Did God Make Mothers?""

The answers:

1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.

2. Mostly to clean the house.

3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

Q-----"How Did God Make Mothers?"

1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.

2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.

3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

Q----"What Ingredients Are Mother's Made Of ?"

1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.

2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string I think.

Q----"Why Did God Give You Your Mother And not Some Other Mom?"

1. We're related.

2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

Q----"What Kind Of Little Girl Was Your Mom?"

1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff...

2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.

3. They say she used to be nice.

Q----"What Did Mom Need To Know About Dad Before She Married Him?"

1. His last name.

2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Q----"Why Did Your Mom Marry Your Dad ?"

1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot.

2. She got too old to do anything else with him.

3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

Q----"Who's The Boss At Your House?"

1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goofball

2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.

3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

Q----"What's The Difference Between Moms And Dads?"

1. Moms work at work & work at home, & dads just go to work at work.

2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.

3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.

Q----"What Does Your Mom Do In Her Spare Time?"

1. Mothers don't do spare time.

2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

Q----"What Would It Take To Make Your Mom Perfect?"

1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.

2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.

Q----"If You Could Change One Thing About Your Mom What Would It Be?"

1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean.  I'd get rid of that.

2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.

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Mot:  ""What are You Doing?? "" ~~~

From MarkZ’s Chat:

Sabickford:  Okay, who put a stop payment on my reality check?

Life was simpler when we could play a game of Red Rover and just clothesline the people we didn't like.

Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly and for the same reason.

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.

Quoting one is plagiarism” ‘Quoting many is research’

Regular naps prevent old age.....especially if you take them while driving.

The fact that jellyfish have survived for 650 million years without a brain has given hope to many people.

I could really go for a glass of wine and a million dollars.

When people cut you down or talk behind your back remember, they took time out of their pathetic lives to think about you.

My brain is experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by…

You're not drunk until you have to grab onto the grass to keep from falling off the earth.

Note to my Brethren with pregnant women in their life: do not, Repeat , do NOT refer to their speed walk as a "Turbo Waddle". I am not a smart man

I'm not so sure about an inner child, but I have an inner idiot that surfaces from now and then.

Right before I die I'm going to swallow a bag of popcorn kernels to make the cremation a bit more interesting.

I paid my 15 year old $10 to do the dishes. Then, on his way to the bathroom, I mugged him because it's my job to teach him lifes lessons

I really wish "common Sense" would make a come-back

I do have a serious side you know. I keep it out on the back porch in a cage and feed it crackers.

You can't always control who walks into your life, but you can control which window you throw them out of.

I'm returning your nose dear! I found it in my business.

You know you drank too much if you have to wait until your court appearance to find out what you did.

The phrase "Ignore is and it will go away." does not apply to being chased by a dozen cop cars. Trust me on this one.

I hate it when you offer someone a sincere complement on their mustache and suddenly she's not your friend

It's a SCIENTIFIC Fact: Never tell a woman that she's crazy unless you really want to see crazy.

Children are often spoiled because no-one will spank Grandma

Not only is my short-term memory horrible, but so is my Short-term memory.

If you haven't grown up by age 50 - YOU DON"T HAVE TO!!!!!

Here's my resignation from adulthood. From now on all decisions will be made by rock, paper, scissors, and all arguments will be handled by sticking my tongue out at the other person.

You know you should go to sleep when the sheep you are counting are starting to hit the fence.

Might wake up early and go running. I also might win the lottery. Odds are about the same.

It's not a hangover…It's Wine Flu

I picked up a hitchhiker. He asked if I wasn’t afraid, he might be a serial killer?  I told him the odds of two serial killers being in the same car were extremely unlikely.

"Enough Talk-Let's See Some Action!" by Dr. Dinar

Thank you Dr. Dinar!!!

Enough Talk... Let's See Some Action! by Dr. Dinar

I don't know about you but I'm pretty much done.

To the point where I'm done hearing it's done.

As in everything's done.

Done... duh duh duh DONE!

Like, really done.

Done to the point where there's nothing left to do.

Nothing left to do because it truly is done.

That's definitely closer to my definition of the word done.

Admittedly, I like everything I eat to be well done.

Even to the point of refusing to eat Sushi unless it's well done.

So, perhaps I'm a bit more demanding when it comes to the true definition of the word done.

Nevertheless, it shouldn't be all that difficult to determine the difference between done and close to done but not actually done, therefore it's not done.

First place to start might be with the persistent rumors continually permeating all throughout Dinarland.

Rumors of everything being done.

How long have we been hearing that.

Seems to me, according to my Dinarland calendar, it's been done for at least the last two years.

And yet, here we are.

Not done.

Would we be hearing all these rumors if indeed everything truly were done?

Not likely.

On second thought, we might still be drowning in rumors but chances are they'd have a more post-process, after the GCR kind of feel to them as opposed to the same ol' this is our week or it's gonna pop this Saturday night or we're only expecting to do one more call, our Celebration call kinda rumors.

So please, don't get me wrong.

I'm not expecting Dinarland to go completely rumorless overnight.

i mean, let's not get crazy here.

But wouldn't it be nice to hear a different batch of rumors for a change.

An extremely welcome change to say the least.

Well, I for one would certainly love it anyway.

Even better yet, I'd enjoy seeing that it's done based solely on the number of zero's in my bank account.

That's the kind of proof I'd enjoy seeing.

As it is now I'm still unable to make a trip through the In-N-Out drive thru and order a Double Double with grilled onions, well done, and have any means of paying for it when it's done cookin', all wrapped up and ready for release.

Until that day comes, it's still not done.

And while I'm on the subject of phrases I can hardly wait to never hear again, let's start with it CAN happen today.

Sheesh, give it a rest.

As far as I'm concerned it could've happened any day over the past one thousand days.

Yes, I'm more than aware that they needed to reinvent the current banking system to accept the GCR formula as well as numerous other changes required to release the GCR.

But you get my drift.

Enough with the talk.

I'm ready for some action.

I want to know it WILL happen!

As in today.

Or any other day ending in "y".

Even better yet, I'd love to hear that IT HAS HAPPENED!

As in past tense, check your emails, make your appointment, grab your "To Go" bag and get to the Exchange Center ASAP!

Is that too much to ask.

Just a factual confirmation of completion, in whatever form it comes.

Be it an email, a barrage of posts all throughout Dinarland or a Piper Cub draggin' a giant banner across the sky with a 1-800-CALLNOW number plastered on it.

At this point, I'm not about to be picky.

I'm open to most any form of communication.

Make it a fortune cookie.

Why not a clever saying on a Starbucks cup.

Heck, at this point I'll settle for a homing pigeon with a Post-it note taped to its leg.

What I'm trying to say is I'm flexible.

Whatever it takes, just send me a for real signal of this thing having reached the end of the line.

Of actually reaching a conclusion.

Actually being concluded.

As in DONE.

Talk is cheap.

No more rumors.

We don't need any more stinkin' rumors, regardless of whose super secret source supplies 'em.

We need action.

Action, leading to results.

Results resulting in our receiving our exchange instructions.

I've pretty much had enough of the boy crying wolf.

To the point where I'm ready to sic the wolf on him and let him eat, just to get the kid to shut up.

As I mentioned earlier, enough already.

We've lived through the rumor stage of this adventure for far too long.

It's time to begin the action phase.

As we've always been told, actions speak louder than rumors.

And after all, isn't that exactly what a rumor is.

A bunch of words lined up in the form of a sentence, completely void of all action.

In other words, just words.

And words don't pay the bills.

So to whomever it may be that's supposedly working feverishly on completing the GCR, forever claiming we're close, please feel free to call it "close enough" and dispatch the "GO" email ASAP!

And to those out there rumored to still be throwin' wrenches, please feel free to close the lid on your toolboxes and call it a day.

You have to know when enough is enough.

And let's face it, enough is enough.

We all know this GCR thing is going to happen eventually, the rest of the world has committed to it.

Why not do the right thing by all involved and go ahead and release it.

Then we can all move on to something much more interesting.

Like life beyond Dinarland.

Hang in there folks.

According to the latest rumors, we're right on top of this thing and it has to happen soon.

If not, the entire global economy will crash.

And supposedly they don't want that to happen.

Or do they.

Who knows what they want.

Who even knows who "they" are.

Chances are they don't even know who they are, nor what they want.

Maybe that's why they can't seem to get anything accomplished.

They have no idea what it is they're supposed to be doing.

This thing is so compartmentalized that they forgot to create the "GO Signal"  Department.

At this point, anything's possible.

Anyway, don't let the rumors get you down.

Just do your best to hang in there, no matter what it takes.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, a Federale of the Spanish Mounted Police, nor am I in search of the treasure of the Sierra Madre. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.

Humor While We Wait- From Maxine

Humor while we wait: 

“Quotes from Maxine….Life, Love and Losers”

“I just tried to book a makeover.  They said they’d call me when the parts come in!”

“My brain’s not on vacation anymore…but it does seem to be considering an early retirement!”

“Your golden years are a time to start asking yourself life’s big questions…Like, “Now why did I come into this room? I knew a minute ago!”

“My favorite coffee flavor?....Under- a -dollar flavor!”

“I’ve got the ergonomic office chair…but, this job’s still a pain in the butte!”

“When the going gets tough……eat more fiber!”

“Going to work would be easier if I stayed in bed for a living!”

“Let your conscience by your guide……and you will never have any fun!”

“ Remember: Two Wrongs don’t make a right….It takes two wrongs a shin kick and a prank phone call!”

“I like to think of each day as a new mountain to be climbed, a new river to be crossed, a new neighbor to be mooned!”

“The only time I make a splash at a party is when I put more ice cubes in my drink!”

“TV is like a book you can sleep through!”

“Here’s a tip…If you have hot flashes you’re too old for hot pants!”

“You are welcome to kiss the cook. Guess where?”

“Ever get your fast food, and kinda wish they’d taken their time?”

“I tried getting away from it all…most of it followed me!”

“Every once in a while the girls get together for a brunch…that’s a cross between a brawl and a punch!”

“Never put off till tomorrow what you can ignore indefinitely!”

“I have an 8 to 5 job….Unfortunately it comes with a 10 to 2 paycheck!”

“ I work in a big office…..The conference room sleeps thirty!”

“They say that truth is inside you….That must be what’s giving acid reflux!”

“The Journey of 10 feet begins with a single “Where’s the $#%&^*!@ remote!”

“You can lead a horse to water…If you want the water to smell like horse for the rest of the day!”

“I applied for a loan, but the bank had zero percent interest.”

“I feel like I’ve left my mark on the world…..a scar is a type of mark, right?”

“In life there’s no free lunch…Unless you crash a wedding reception…then there’s free cake and booze too!”

“Reach for the stars….It keeps your chest from sagging!”

“I love soap operas…They make me feel so….what’s the word-Normal!”

“Love is in the air…in case you are wondering what that smell was!”

“Catch and release” is pretty much my policy when it comes to dating too!”

“The women in romance novels ought to throw a fit instead of heaving a bosom!”

“Romantic gestures are not my speciality…..driving gestures….sure!”

“If men are from Mars,  we need to find the bozo who supplied them with spaceships!”

“Looking for a hot date?  Pick any date in August…They don’t get much hotter than that!”

“I like to think of make-up as just another way to lie to men!”

“I’m what they call a “natural woman”….which just means “Not rich enough to get implants!”

“Men are only good for one thing…but, then you have to feed them between car repairs!”

“They say it’s not over till it’s over….Wow, I wonder how long it took ‘em to figure that one out?”

“When people ask me what I do, I say I’m in manufacturing…If they ask what kind, I tell them I make trouble for people who ask too many questions!”

“A single red rose says, “I love you” ….a window box of headless carnations says “Keep your dog in your own yard!”

“My boss asked me to take an anger management class this year…I told him I’m angry enough with management as it is!”

“You can tell Hollywood is full of environmentalists…they keep recycling the same plots!”

“Interesting coincidence…I have firewood, and the neighbor is missing an Adirondack chair!”

“It’s not the heat…It’s the boneheads who keep saying it’s not the heat!”

“I keep a well stock pantry in case friends drop by….I could hide in there for days!”

“I’m not sure that good things come to those who wait….but, I’ve noticed that bad things happen to people who cut in front of me in the express lane!”

“Instead of blogging about your life…try getting one!”

“Personally, I think conservatives and liberals should move toward the middle of the road….Makes it easier to run ‘em over!”

“It’s tough being a Congressman….try patting yourself on the back with both hands in constituents pockets!”

“ All my co-workers have great tans….Especially on their noses!”

“Riding the bus saves gas and helps the environment…plus, what other mode of transportation gives you so many chances to tell people where to get off?”

“ The only thing worse then seein’ a baseball player scratch himself on TV, is knowing he probably earned a couple grand while doing it!”

“The early worm may get the worm…but the night owl gets the tequila!”

The Difference Between Men and Women

Humor while we wait:

The Difference Between Man and Woman!

Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

And then, there is silence in the car.

To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.

And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...

"Fred," Martha says aloud.

"What?" says Fred, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)

"What?" says Fred.

"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Fred.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.

"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Fred.

"That way about time," says Martha.

"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

"Thank you, Fred," she says.

"Thank you," says Fred.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.

They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"

And that's the difference between men and women.

MEN ARE JUST HAPPIER PEOPLE (Have you Smiled Today?)

NICKNAMES

• If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and  Sarah.

• If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, and Four-eyes.

EATING OUT

• When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50.  None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.

• When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.

MONEY

• A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.

• A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.

BATHROOMS

• A man has six items in his bathroom:  toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel .

• The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337.  A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.

ARGUMENTS

• A woman has the last word in any argument.

• Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.

FUTURE

• A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.

• A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

MARRIAGE

• A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.

• A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.

DRESSING UP

• A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a  book, and get the mail.

• A man will dress up for weddings and funerals..

NATURAL

• Men wake up as good-looking as when they went to bed.

• Women somehow deteriorate during the night.

OFFSPRING

• Ah, children.  A woman knows all about her children.  She knows about  dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.

• A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

THOUGHT FOR THE  DAY
A married man should forget his mistakes.  There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!

A Woman's Week at the Gym!

Humor while we wait- From Recaps Archives

It’s that time of year again!!!!!!!

A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM

This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my husband purchased  a week of personal training at the local health club for me.

Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.

Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

MONDAY:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines..

I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!

Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.

His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
_______________________________

WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members.. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators?

Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
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THURSDAY:

Cristo was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.

He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny witch to find me.

Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.
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FRIDAY:

I hate that demon Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.

Christo wanted me to work on my triceps I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the stupid barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.

The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
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SATURDAY:

Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today.

Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however,

I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel...
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SUNDAY:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over.

I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.

I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Diary of a Demented Snow Shoveler

Humor While We wait………..from Recaps Archives

Diary of a Demented Snow Shoveler

December 8 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and
the wife and I took our ****tails and sat for hours by
the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down
from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses print. So
romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!

December 9
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow
covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic
sight! Can there be a more lovely place in
the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I've
ever had!

Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a
boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks.
This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered
up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got
to shovel again. What a perfect life!

December 12
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a
disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry-
we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on
Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much
snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see
snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such
a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.

December 14
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night The
temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything
sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed
up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is
the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and
buried everything again. I didn't
realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling,
but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish
I wouldn't huff and puff so.

December 15
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4
Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2
extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants
a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think
that's silly. We aren't in Alaska , after all.

December 16
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my a** on the ice in
the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like h***. The
wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very
cruel.

December 17
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go
anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to
pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but
stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I
should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to
her. I hate it when she's right. I can't believe
I'm freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20
Electricity is back on, but had another 14 inches of
the d*** stuff last night. More shoveling! Took all
day The d*** snowplow came by twice.
Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said
they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying.

Called the only hardware store around to see about
buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have
another shipment in March. I think they're lying.

Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done
and bill me. I think he's lying.

December 22
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more
inches of the white s**** fell today, and it's so cold,
it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes
to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I
had to p***. By the time I got undressed, p***ed and
dressed again. I was too tired to shovel. Tried to
hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of
the winter, but he says he's too busy.
I think the a**h*** is lying.

December 23
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0.
The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house
this morning. What is she, nuts?!!
Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago?
She says she did but I think she's lying.

December 24
6 inches - Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke
the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I
ever catch the son of a b**** who drives that snow
plow, I'll drag him through the snow by his b**** and
beat him to death with my broken shovel.. I know he
hides around the corner and waits for me to finish
shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100
miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just
been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas
carols with her and open our presents, but I was too
busy watching for the d*** snowplow.

December 25
Merry Christmas! 20 more inches of the d***
slop tonight - Snowed in.
The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. D***, I hate
the snow!
Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation
and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife
says I have a bad attitude. I think she's a idiot.
If I have to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" one
more time, I'm going to stuff her into the microwave.

December 26
Still snowed in. Why the h*** did I ever move here? It
was all HER idea.

She's really getting on my nerves.

December 27
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze;
plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he
only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The B------  is
driving me crazy!!!

December 29
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or
it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever
heard How dumb does he think I am?

December 30
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now
he is suing me for a million dollars, not only for the
beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the
broken snow shovel up his a?. The wife went home to
her mother.
Nine more inches predicted.

December 31
I set fire to what's left of the house. No more
shoveling.

Sabickford's Greatest Hits

Humor While We Wait

Sabickford’s Greatest hits (Thank you Sabickford!)

I hate when people accuse me of lolly gagging when I'm quite clearly dilly dallying

You can exercise all you want but you'll never going to burn that crazy off.

Before you ask me to babysit I think you should know that I think kids are super funny when they're drunk.

IMMATURE: A word often used by extremely boring people to describe fun people.

At Times I'm Grateful that thoughts don't appear in bubbles over our heads.

Without Stupid People we would have no one to laugh at. Take the time and thank a Stupid person for their contribution.

Relationships are like a walk in the park - Jurassic Park

They say it's better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?

Don't be afraid of being outnumbered. Remember Eagles fly alone. Pigeons flock together.

My soulmate is out there somewhere, pushing a pull door. I just know it.

I'm not much on Seizing the Day, I just poke at it with a stick.

New disease “Idiotitis” the brain shuts down but the mouth keeps talking……..

The hardest part of parenting is trying to fake mad when your kid does something bad but Hilarious.

“Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.”-George Carlin

I grew a beard thinking it would say "Distinguished Gentleman." Instead, turns out it says, "Senior Discount, Please!"

I think my neighbor is stalking me as she's been googling my name on her computer. I saw it through my telescope last night.

Whenever I pass someone texting and driving, I throw my beer at their window.

That mmoent you mqke a post and u relise that u speled half the words rong and u lok stupid.

Before you try to hurt my feelings, Take into account that I don't have any, and you probably do.

When a Woman says "Correct me if I'm Wrong." Do not under any, I mean ANY Circumstances do it!!

You are dust and will return to dust…That's why I don't dust. It might be someone I Know.

Dear Santa, I've been good all year. Most of the time. Once in awhile. Never Mind I'll buy my own stuff.

To the teenager who flipped me off for honking at them, Your Cell Phone is on top of your car!

After winning the game I decided to throw the ball into the crowd like they do on TV. Apparently this is unacceptable in Bowling.

I'm at that age where my mind still thinks I'm 29, my humor suggests I'm 12 and my body mostly keeps asking if I'm sure I'm not dead yet.

I've been A lot of places but I've never been in Cahoots. Apparently you can't go alone, you have to be in Cahoots with someone. I've never been in Cognito either. I hear nobody recognizes you there. I have however been in Sane, They don't have an airport there, you have to be driven. I have made several Trips.

I picked up a Hitchhiker last night. He seemed surprised that I'd pick up a stranger and asked " Thanks, but why would you pick me up? How do you know I'm not a serial killer?" I told him the chances of two serial killers being in the one car are astronomical.

Don't bother walking a mile in my shoes. That would be boring. Spend 30 sec. in my head, That'll freak you right out!!!

I send flowers "From Steve" to my neighbors wife every Friday Night, then watch them fight from my living room windows eating popcorn.

Sign On another Plumber's truck: "Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber.”

Sign In a Non-smoking Area: "If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and will take appropriate action.”

Sign In the front yard of a Funeral Home: "Drive carefully. We'll wait”.

Sign on the back of another Septic Tank Truck: “Caution - This Truck is full of Political Promises”.

Sign Outside a Muffler Shop: "No appointment necessary. We hear you coming.”

I asked my Grandpa, "After 65 years you still call Grandma Darling, Beautiful, and Honey. What's the secret?" He said "I Forgot her name 5 Years ago and I'm Afraid to ask her!"

If it hurts you more than it hurts them, You are probably holding the Taser wrong.

Last night, my neighbor came home drunk & banged on his own door for 5 Min. Problem is, he lives alone. I went over and told him He wasn't there, so he left.

I told my Job that 3 companies were after me and I needed a raise. My Boss asked what companies? I said Power, Electric, and Gas.

So Many Village Idiots - So Few Dragons!

Today, I will be as Useless as the "G" in Lasagna.

Friend: Could you be any more annoying? Me: I've been waiting my whole life for this question…Yes, Oh God, YES!!!

Good Morning Today's Monday and I have no words to describe this day. I do, However, I have TONS of Obscene Gestures.

I'm still waiting patiently for the wisdom that supposedly comes with old age. Anyone Else?

What's That? You heard a bunch of stories from someone who Hates Me? That Stuff MUST Be True!

Interviewer: "So Tell me about yourself." Me: "I'd rather not, I kind of need this job."

I have done terrible things for money….like get up early and go to work!

OMG, I'm Rich!! Silver in my hair, Gold in my teeth, crystals in the Kidneys, sugar in the blood, Lead ************ Iron in the Blood and an inexhaustible supply of natural gas. I never thought I would accumulate such wealth!

If Republicans Win, I'm leaving the country! If Democrats Win, I'm leaving the country! This has nothing to do with Politics. I just want to travel!

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at 4 in the morning.

WARNING: Consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, handsomer and smarter than some really, really big guy named Bubba.

Finally my winter fat is gone…..now I have spring rolls

Telling a angry woman to calm down works about as well as baptizing a cat.

Next time a stranger talks to me when I'm alone I will look at them shocked and just whisper "You can See Me?"

When we were together, you always said you'd die for me. Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you kept your promise.

What do you call four bull fighters in quicksand? - Quatro sinko.

What's the difference between the Pope and your boss? The Pope only expects you to kiss his ring.

What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?

Wanted: Meaningful Overnight Relationship

Apparently I snore so loudly that it scares everyone in the car I'm driving.

I came, I saw, I forgot what I was doing, retraced my steps, got distracted on my way back, have no idea what's going on, and now I have to Pee.

A woman cut in front of me at the supermarket with a box of tampons, ice cream and wine in her cart. I wasn't about to mess with that situation.

Why must I prove who I am in order to pay my bills over the phone? So Strangers call to pay my bills? And if they do why don't you let them?

Mr. Rodgers did not adequately prepare me for the people in my neighborhood.

Ladies, you can tell a lot about a man by the way dogs react to him. For Example if a police K-9 dog is biting him he may not be the ideal.

When a Woman says "Correct me if I'm Wrong." Do not under any, I mean ANY Circumstances do it!!

I wasn't originally going to get a brain transplant, but then I changed my mind.

So apparently RSVP'ing back to a wedding invite 'maybe next time' isn't the correct response.

I just asked my husband if he remembers what today is... Scaring men is easy.

My superpower is making people laugh. Which would be great if I was trying to be funny.

I think my neighbor is stalking me as she's been googling my name on her computer. I saw it through my telescope last night.

Arguing with a woman is like buying a lottery ticket. You know you're not gonna win, but you're sure as hell gonna try.

You're old enough to remember when emojis were called "hieroglyphics."

"In It To Win It" by Dr. Dinar From Recaps Archives

In It To Win It By Dr. Dinar

Is this thing for real?

No... really. Is it?

Yeah, this dinar RV deal.

This entire GCR "thing".

Is any of this really and truly going to happen? Like, ever??

Or are we existing in some kind of an alternate universe, alternating between reality and who knows where.

I'll bet there are quite a few folks asking themselves those very same questions right about now.

Not just family and friends of those afflicted with RV/GCR-itis.

Heck, they've had our Rubber Rooms reserved for us for many years now.

It's no shock to them that this once in a lifetime pipe dream has yet to materialize.

To them it's no surprise whatsoever that we aren't celebrating our new lives as millionaires.

Heck no.

They knew from the very beginning that this pie-in-the-sky, too-good-to-be-true Ponzi Scheme was just a scam perpetrated by the banks, the ABC Agencies and the self-proclaimed behind the screens Guru's.

And so far, they're feelin' pretty good about their predictions.

And they won't hesitate to continue to remind us of that fact either.

"Are you rich yet?"

"Did your ship finally come in?"

"How's that new Ferrari workin' out for ya?"

"Enjoying your new Beach House?"

I'm pretty sure we've all been on the receiving end of those jabs.

And more.

The naysayers that continue on with their relentless doubt filled statements, all in an effort to prove themselves right, at the expense of our being wrong.

Which all serves to undermine your foundation, if even just a little bit.

Completely understandable.

For those of us that have been involved in this made for TV spectacle for many years, those that have done the research and built a foundation based on history and how it's extremely likely that history will repeat itself in one form or another, I have a feeling we're fairing a bit better than those that have recently jumped on board the Insane Train.

Yes, I have a strong feeling that those folks among us that are relatively new to this game are going through those initial stages of serious doubt right about now.

Could the naysayers be right?

 Could this all be a scam?

Did I fall for yet another Pyramid Scheme, just like my Brother in Law said I did?

We all have those twinges every once in a while, even us RV/GCR veterans.

It's only natural.

At the end of the day it comes down to this being a currency speculation.

Yes, a SPECULATION.

There are no guarantees, one way or another.

Absolutely none.

We paid our money, we bought our currency, we all (well, most of us anyway) verified that we were over 48in. tall, which means we're "officially" tall enough to ride this ride.

Basically, we're committed (some believe we should have been committed long ago but that's another story for a different day) to this journey, however long it may take.

Long term investment?

Yeah, we know.

Believe me... we know.

After all, how many times have we heard that.

Not quite as many times as we've heard "It's goin' down tomorrow!" but probably pretty darn close.

Which doesn't bode well for those that thought this was a guaranteed Lottery Ticket win.

Once they realized that this ordeal was going to take some time, they've had to do quite a bit of digging to create foundations of their own.

A means of hanging on and hangin' in there by any means available.

And I feel sorry for those that have yet to go through the initial reality check.

We all got "in" shortly after hearing we only had a few days before this thing popped and suffering through the not-knowingness of whether our shipment of IQD would arrive in time or not.

Yep, been there, done that.

And got the faded Fed Ex envelope to prove it.

Yet, here we are, weeks, months, some of us years later.

Still amazed at how we could still be waiting.

Wondering how all of these endless drop-dead dates and deadlines could have slid by without as much of a provable peep of factual facts to show for it.

Last I checked all the economies around the world should have crumbled at least five years ago.

And yet, here we are, with a world seemingly no worse for wear.

Well, besides the mandatory wearing of the masks, anyway.

Go figure.

And now we're back to the sounds of silence.

Which, I ain't gonna lie, can really be kind of a drag sometimes.

Yep, Dinarland has once again been hushed into submission and to be honest, the silence is deafening.

We've all picked our faves along the way and whether you're a fan of the Newshounds or the Rumtellers, you've surely felt there was someone in Dinarland strummin' the right banjo.

Playin' your tune.

Unfortunately, at the end of the day, here we sit with boxes of funny money and seemingly none of the all-knowing Guru's being any more right or wrong than any of the others.

We're all on the same playing field, left wondering who has the ball.

All part of the Plan? Perhaps.

Maybe all this confusion was just part of a well executed plan of deception.

Myself, I lean more towards the uncontrolled chaos of the situation creating most, if not all, of the confusion.

Not to mention all the behind-the-scenes corruption adding to the confusionism as well.

Mix it all together and you pretty much have the scenario we're currently experiencing.

I'm not so sure they had to add any extra ingredients to spice up the mix.

Does that mean we give up? Heck no!

Does it mean we aren't any closer than we were when Iraq was released from Chapter 7 oh so many years ago?

Again, not necessarily.

Maybe so. Maybe not.

Heck, at this point, everything's a guess because nobody really knows.

One thing's for certain though, we HAVE to be getting closer. Don't we?

I'd sure like to think so anyway.

Unfortunately, closer doesn't necessarily mean close.

Then again, it doesn't mean that we're not close.

It only means that despite how often we might forget, things are happening, things have happened, and things are being done.

Just not on our schedule.

Nor anybody else's for that matter.

And not the one thing we want so emphatically to be over and done, which of course is the GCR.

Therefore, it comes down to making a choice.

Do we bail out early, sell our currency back, and say a quick Adios to Dinarland?

I say Heck No!

I vote we continue to stay strong, to fight the good fight, and to prove, not only to ourselves, but to our family and friends, that we were right.

That "they" were wrong.

That this deal IS real.

That we aren't just plain looney.

That we aren't simply one dim Crayon short of a sharp tool shed.

I know I'm not going anywhere.

I'm in it to win it!

And hopefully you are as well.

We've been in this thing for far too long to give up now.

Kindly,

Dr. Dinar

Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, nor am I the Dog Whisperer or in any way involved with the SPCA or the promoting of buying or selling of foreign currency. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.