Sometimes Sayings.

PDU wrote:

 

Loony Toons - Elmer Fudd, "Be vewy vewy quiet, I'm hunting wabbits."

I realized it was Elmer Fud as I was getting out of bed this morning.
 

R, The Hater, was extremely critical of everyone else's work or decisions. He believed that everyone could do everything he could and that everyone thought like him. When his Son showed no mechanical aptitude, R completely disowned him and refused to speak to him. The last time my Wife and I visited him, something about vegetarian meals came up on the TV that was always on in the background. When a meal was shown, he said "I bet they would like to have a big steak on that" I told him that vegetarians do not want to eat meat. he replied "Rubbish, everyone loves a big juicy steak."

When we sold our live-in business, we rented a house from a friend and R and S came to visit. He walked through the house and pointed out every fault, either real or imagined. As he mentioned each one, I said "I don't care, we are renting" this did not stop him. 

His second Wife referred to him as Mr. Pernickety.

Her relatives arranged a celebration lunch for his second Wife's 90th birthday but R did not attend as there was a shooting tournament that day. (There was also the only swapmeet of the year that was within walking distance of my house that I had been looking forward to going to but I went to the lunch instead) One of S's cousins commented on R not being there. He said it is not every day your Wife turns Ninety. 

He gave up target shooting after he broke his shoulder when he tripped over a metal stake that a fellow shooter had used to tether his dog. I said that maybe R should have been looking where he was walking. R said it was the other shooter's fault because R had tripped over it on a previous shooting day. 

When S died, R was horrified that he had to pay to put a death notice in the newspaper.  He told the celebrant about her life since he married her and the celebrant said to my Wife that it appeared S had come into existence at the age of 41. He would not have her ashes put next to her parents, where she had made it very clear that was where she wanted them, because he would have to pay. He tried several times to get my Wife to scatter them at the crematorium, but that was not allowed. He then tried to get her to put them in our garden. Eventually a cousin who had a few acres of park-like land agreed to have a little ceremony and scatter them in their garden

On the way back from a lunch time run in the Morris 1800, we called in to see him and I told my Wife that as soon as he starts criticizing the Morris, I would leave. All went well until he walked out when we were leaving. He criticized the door rubbers and I told him I had just got it on the road and showed him the new rubbers I had bought. He continued criticizing, so I said goodby and drive away.

He continued the tradition S had started, of taking us out to lunch for Christmas instead of buying presents but made it earlier than Christmas day, because it was cheaper. I said that I was due to take my hearing aids for adjustment and he said I could look it up on the internet and do it myself. I told him that he had not been able to do it in the more than ten years he had his first pair. He had no reply to this.

My Wife took him to lunch for his 90th birthday and he came across a group that he used to shoot with. He proudly told him that his Daughter was taking him to lunch for his birthday. He does have a Daughter, she is a few months younger than my Wife but she did not contact him for his Birthday.

I think that is all I have to tell you about The Hater, so you can heave a great sigh of relief.

"Not to wowwy Mister Mowwis, I'm thinking of talking with your fweind."

 

Takes all types to make the world go round Morris. We have a similar personality as dad of some of our grandkids. Not easy for them.

Been lousy is a choice, just like been happy 

I  decided some years ago to be just happy and to try and make those around me happy

some jokers I guess make a very different choice

and yes some days are not as happy as others 


Paul 

I tried to open the forum yesterday but our internet was down almost all day. It had been down most mornings before Christmas and I thought it was fixed but the NBN ute was in our street today, so it still goes down.

Here is one or two that I have been saving up:-
He is so mean that if he gave you his shit for fertilizer, he would want the roses.
Said by a character in a book by Val. Macintyre.

The excitement of cheap price is soon forgotten when poor quality is discovered.
Had this so long, I have forgotten who said it.
 

Morris, that reminds me of a sign years ago in a tv repair shop. “Quality is like oats, good quality oats come at a fair price, but once they are through the horse, they are much cheaper, we do quality work”.

overnite wrote:

Morris, that reminds me of a sign years ago in a tv repair shop. “Quality is like oats, good quality oats come at a fair price, but once they are through the horse, they are much cheaper, we do quality work”.

Yes, I have heard that one also. I think I may have put it up here in the past.
 

 

Was it Terrence Edward (Spike) Milligan who first said that?

I do know that the epitaph on his headstone reads:-
I told you I was ill.