Good Evening / Morning my Friends. Back again to see
what I can find to post for you. Thanks to all who left
comments about the chocolate rules and the football.
Thank you to Kate who suggested I go for West Coast.
Girl, I am a Victorian and faithful Blues supporter !!
My son supports the Eagles.
<><><> A story called I Must Go Shopping. <><><>
One of these days I must go shopping. I am completely
out of generosity, and I must get some more. I also
want to exchange the self-satisfaction I picked up the
other day for some real humility, which they say wears
better. And I must look at some tolerance, which I hope
will be worn as a wrap this season. And the examples of
kindness I saw, well, I am a little low on that, and one can
never have too much of it.
And by the way, I must try to match some of the patience
I saw on a friend the other day. It looked very becoming
on her, and I think it might look equally well on me.
And while I am shopping I will try on that little garment
of perfect charity they’re displaying, and I must remember
to get my sense of humour mended, and keep my eyes open
for some inexpensive goodness. It is surprising how quickly
one’s stock of goods is depleted. Yes I must go shopping !!
<><><> A Quickie called MY FACE. <><><>
As a beauty, I’m not a star,
There are others more handsome, by far,
But my face, I don’t mind it
Because I am behind it . . . .
The people in front get the jar !!
To all the Kids Who Survived the 30s, 40s, 50s 60s and 70s.
First we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or
drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese
dressing and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright
colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on mediciqne
bottles, doors or cabinets.
When we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention the
risks we took hitch-hiking. As children we would ride in cars with
no seat belts or air bags. We drank water from the garden hose
and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four
friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank cordial with sugar in
it, but we weren’t overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUT-
SIDE PLAYING. We would leave home in the morning and play all
day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.
We would spend hours bulding our go-carts out of scraps and then
ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After
running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendos, X-boxes, no video games
at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround
sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or
Internet chat rooms…… WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside
and found them.
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there
were no lawsuits from these accidents.. We made up games with
sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told
it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did worms
live in us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house
and knocked on the door, or rang the bell, or just walked in and
talked to them! No reason to be afraid of strangers.
Sports had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who
didn’t had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Imagine that !!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law ! This generation has produced some
of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever !!
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned
HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL !!
Are You one of them? CONGRATULATIONS !!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to
grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated
our lives for our own good.
Kind of makes you wany to run through the house with scissors,
doesn’t it ??
<><><><> A joke to end this post <><><><>
An old farmer in Far North Queensland had owned a large farm for
several years. He had a large pond in the back, fixed up nice, picnic
tables and some apple and pear trees planted around it. The pond
was fixed up for swimming when it was built.
One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he
hadn’t been there for a while. He grabbed a five gallon bucket to
bring back some fruit. As he neared the pond, he heard voices
shouting and laughing with glee.
As he came closer he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-
dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and
they all went to the deep end of the ond. One woman shouted to
him, “We’re not coming out until you leave.”
The old man frowned, “I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies
swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.”
Holding up the bucket he said, “I’m here to feed the crocodiles.”
Moral : Old age and cunning will triumph over youth and enthusiasm
every time. <><><> Bye for now, take care, Merle. <><><>