Boardinghouse

I run a boardinghouse.  My guests are all above the age of 50.  We are powerful in our own rights and are not politically correct in others.  We do not mind our own business but are faithful to our right to have them...businesses we mean.  We do not discriminate accept amongst ourselves and we abide by the locked door rights.

We are two gentlemen and five women.  The gentlemen are, the Geezer and toothless.  The women are Denim Doll, Missy, The Irish Cop, The Mouth and at times The Princess...although she has a boyfriend right now and we don't see much of her...oh yes, me Le Conteur.

Some of us have grandchildren, while others don't admit to any.  Some won't admit to anything.  And that really is alright with the rest of us. 

We each have access to the internet, cable, telephone and the refrigerators...there are three (refrigerators)...we share...oof, some people's tastes in food. 

One of us just had a grandchild who released a "rap" video...Geezer suggested that he not quit his day job.

One of us has a child which is remodeling their home...quite an undertaking and we ruminated about it for awhile and decided that we are glad that is not us!

As the weather here is getting iffy, i.e. towards the chill factor...everyone  is asking me for more blankets and chili.  With the results of the last election, national and local...they had better settle in for a long run of chilly times.

We are all looking for work...quite a feat for those over 40, male or female.  We have not yet convinced employers that those of us who have a few grey hairs, not counting Grecian Formula, do not have less little grey cells.  It does irritate us that we are looked upon as if we were a blot on society and that we are just looking for work that would take jobs out of the running for those younger and more able to give more years to the working force.

Oh, well, more on that later.  Just thought that I would introduce you to us and be on with the task of keeping you informed of our progress.

- Le Conteur