This made me feel good ... but old
I lost most of the weight I gained back during the holidays, so I'm able to fit into my not-quite-as-fat jeans. (I hesitate to call them my thin jeans. I have one more size to go before I can do that.) I thought I looked pretty good but, then again, I thought maybe it was my imagination. Then this happened: Before I went back to work after my dinner break on Friday I stopped at a store to buy a cup of decaf and a pack of smokes. I couldn't help but notice the cute, but young (just barely out of jailbait rage, I think) guy working the cash register. At first I thought it was my imagination running away with me and he couldn't possibly be flirting with me. But when I noticed that we were both blushing, I knew he really was. Anyway, at this particular store, they have to ask your birthday before they sell you cigarettes. I told him and he said. "60? Did you say 1960?" I said "Honey, at this age you don't lie to make yourself older." He said "Wow. You could say 70 and get away with it." I just may have to start spending more time at that store.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Stop!
The sports guy and I have been talking about a lot of stuff lately and, hard as it may be for some people to believe, he's helped me work out a lot of problems I've been having. We've had a lot of similar experiences and it helps to talk to someone who knows what I'm going through. But, dammit, he needs to stop talking to me about sex. That's just not good when I'm not gettin' any. However, I do remember a time when 3 months without having to have sex would have been a blessing. Now, well, 3 months is a long time!
The sports guy and I have been talking about a lot of stuff lately and, hard as it may be for some people to believe, he's helped me work out a lot of problems I've been having. We've had a lot of similar experiences and it helps to talk to someone who knows what I'm going through. But, dammit, he needs to stop talking to me about sex. That's just not good when I'm not gettin' any. However, I do remember a time when 3 months without having to have sex would have been a blessing. Now, well, 3 months is a long time!
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Matchmaking Part II
I went to yet another dating site and, this time, I found a guy I know in person. I don't know him well. I've interviewed him many times over the last 10 years and talked to him for other work-related reasons. But, because this is a small town with a huge gossiping population, I know stuff about his personal life that wasn't in his profile on this dating site. His profile, on the surface, seems awesome. He would seem like the perfect guy. However, he should have started it with: "I like skinny blonde women with big boobs and small brains. If that's you, read on. If it's not, don't bother."
I went to yet another dating site and, this time, I found a guy I know in person. I don't know him well. I've interviewed him many times over the last 10 years and talked to him for other work-related reasons. But, because this is a small town with a huge gossiping population, I know stuff about his personal life that wasn't in his profile on this dating site. His profile, on the surface, seems awesome. He would seem like the perfect guy. However, he should have started it with: "I like skinny blonde women with big boobs and small brains. If that's you, read on. If it's not, don't bother."
Monday, February 14, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Matchmaking
Just for laughs I went to e-harmony.com and filled out the personality profile. It's been 8 days and they've only found one match for me and, frankly, I'm not interested in even meeting the guy. Their ads say the people they match you with will be perfect for you. Maybe I'm more screwed up than I thought I was if they can't find someone for me.
Also, just for laughs, I went to Catholicmatch.com to see what they could do for me. Part of their personality profile includes questions on how you feel about some of the church's teachings. One question is on whether you believe in pre-marital sex, which the church does not. I, on the other hand, do. I browsed some of the profiles and not one of the guys I found believes in pre-marital sex. Are they serious? Does that mean that these guys, between the ages of 40 and 50, have never had sex? Call me selfish and self-centered but, I'm not going to get married again so I can have sex with a 47-year-old virgin.
Just for laughs I went to e-harmony.com and filled out the personality profile. It's been 8 days and they've only found one match for me and, frankly, I'm not interested in even meeting the guy. Their ads say the people they match you with will be perfect for you. Maybe I'm more screwed up than I thought I was if they can't find someone for me.
Also, just for laughs, I went to Catholicmatch.com to see what they could do for me. Part of their personality profile includes questions on how you feel about some of the church's teachings. One question is on whether you believe in pre-marital sex, which the church does not. I, on the other hand, do. I browsed some of the profiles and not one of the guys I found believes in pre-marital sex. Are they serious? Does that mean that these guys, between the ages of 40 and 50, have never had sex? Call me selfish and self-centered but, I'm not going to get married again so I can have sex with a 47-year-old virgin.
Man, that toast smelled good!
I had a dream last night that I was in the dining hall at college. It wasn't really the dining hall but it was, ya know? I woke up for a few minutes then went back to sleep. In my new dream, I was in my dorm room but it wasn't. Everything in the dream was what it was but it wasn't, ya know? Anyway, as I was in my dorm room I was thinking about going back to the dining hall to get toast but I was going to have to sneak back in because you can only go in once per meal. I woke up before formulating my toast-snatching plan. I still smelled toast. My Mom was making her breakfast and man, that toast smelled good. But I put myself back on Atkins induction, which means I can't eat toast for a while. *sigh*
I had a dream last night that I was in the dining hall at college. It wasn't really the dining hall but it was, ya know? I woke up for a few minutes then went back to sleep. In my new dream, I was in my dorm room but it wasn't. Everything in the dream was what it was but it wasn't, ya know? Anyway, as I was in my dorm room I was thinking about going back to the dining hall to get toast but I was going to have to sneak back in because you can only go in once per meal. I woke up before formulating my toast-snatching plan. I still smelled toast. My Mom was making her breakfast and man, that toast smelled good. But I put myself back on Atkins induction, which means I can't eat toast for a while. *sigh*
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Odds 'n' Ends
This could very well be my new favorite line from a movie:
"It’s also possible for a lawyer to be just plain stupid, isn’t it?" -- Henry Fonda in Twelve Angry Men
Or maybe this one:
"One minute you're an attorney, the next you're an imbecile." -- Regarding Henry The next line is something like "Not such a big stretch" or something like that.
Anyway, I wasn't planning on staying up to watch James Denton on The Tonight Show the other night. I just wanted to see Kirstie Alley but, I stayed up anyway. I'm glad I did because Denton had a really good line. During his interview he was talking about kissing Teri Hatcher for the first time. He was nervous and he knew it had to be good and they had to have chemistry or he was outta there because " ...the show's not called 'Desperate Plumber."
This could very well be my new favorite line from a movie:
"It’s also possible for a lawyer to be just plain stupid, isn’t it?" -- Henry Fonda in Twelve Angry Men
Or maybe this one:
"One minute you're an attorney, the next you're an imbecile." -- Regarding Henry The next line is something like "Not such a big stretch" or something like that.
Anyway, I wasn't planning on staying up to watch James Denton on The Tonight Show the other night. I just wanted to see Kirstie Alley but, I stayed up anyway. I'm glad I did because Denton had a really good line. During his interview he was talking about kissing Teri Hatcher for the first time. He was nervous and he knew it had to be good and they had to have chemistry or he was outta there because " ...the show's not called 'Desperate Plumber."
Monday, February 07, 2005
Everything but the game
I didn't really watch the Super Bowl. I did some sketching and drawing during the game and just watched the commercials and the halftime show. After that, I channel surfed for a while so if there were any good commercials after halftime, I didn't see them.
I think the two best commercials were P. Diddy and the Pepsi truck and FedEx. The "Stayin' Alive" Pepsi commercial, with the hunky guy, Cindy Crawford and Carson Kressley (sp) was good, too.
The halftime show was OK but simply because it was Paul McCartney. How can Paul McCartney not be good? But it was rather bland and safe.
I hope all the stars who are asked to sing the National Anthem from now on and want to make it "their own" saw and heard the military people do it. That is the way that song is supposed to be sung. Although, I will admit Whitney Houston did a nice job before the Bills/Giants game. Could be I was over emotional, though.
I didn't really watch the Super Bowl. I did some sketching and drawing during the game and just watched the commercials and the halftime show. After that, I channel surfed for a while so if there were any good commercials after halftime, I didn't see them.
I think the two best commercials were P. Diddy and the Pepsi truck and FedEx. The "Stayin' Alive" Pepsi commercial, with the hunky guy, Cindy Crawford and Carson Kressley (sp) was good, too.
The halftime show was OK but simply because it was Paul McCartney. How can Paul McCartney not be good? But it was rather bland and safe.
I hope all the stars who are asked to sing the National Anthem from now on and want to make it "their own" saw and heard the military people do it. That is the way that song is supposed to be sung. Although, I will admit Whitney Houston did a nice job before the Bills/Giants game. Could be I was over emotional, though.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Keith Olbermann
I was just over at his blog and found some funny as well as disturbing stuff. There were also a couple of things that had me shaking my head at the stupidity of some people.
A lot of it has to do with the guy who criticized Sponge Bob and its homosexual agenda. After Countdown did a story on this, Keith got spammed by some of this guy's followers. Here's just one snippet of Keith's response:
"The best of them was not a misspelling but a Freudian slip of biblical proportions. A correspondent, unhappy that I did not simply agree with her fire-and-brimstone forecast for me, wrote 'I showed respect even though I disagreed with you and yet you have the audacity to call me intelligent.'
Well, you have me there, Ma’am. My mistake."
LOL
In an later post on the same subject, Keith had this to say:
Having failed math, Mr. Schneeberger now tries extra-sensory perception.
"'…When it comes to lobbying liberal journalists like Olbermann, the sad reality is that getting them to acknowledge - let alone to respond respectfully — to our point of view is the longest of long shots. Theirs is a 24/7 secular world — in most newsrooms, especially those in big cities, about the only time you hear the word ‘God’ is as the first part of somebody’s second-favorite swearword.'
Wow. Talk about creating your own reality.
My newsroom is in Secaucus, New Jersey — population 15,931.
“Focus On Family” headquarters is in Colorado Springs, Colorado — population 360,890.
And not to let the facts get in the way of FOF’s prejudice, but I happen to be a religious man. I believe in God, I pray daily, and if I’ve ever gotten any direct instructions from my maker, they were that I’ll be judged by whether I tried to help other people, or hurt them. Also, that true belief should not be worn like a policeman’s club, nor used like one. And, finally, that I’m in big trouble for helping to introduce funny catchphrases into sportscasting.
The producer of 'Countdown' — Mr. Kordick, you’ve met him here, the guy who goes on vacation and celebrities die — is not only a religious man of the finest kind, but actually sings at Church-related events out in the community. And there are many others on the staff who are similarly spiritual, although, admittedly, none of us is pushy nor self-congratulatory about it.
I might also say that I feel a little disappointed in my workplace. Mr. Schneeberger, who claims to have spent a dozen years in “secular newsrooms,” writes of all of these “God Damns” flying around the ones he knows so well. I honestly think I’ve heard that phrase used at MSNBC once or twice in the last year. I feel short-changed. Where did Schneeberger work, The Sodom and Gomorroh Picayne?"
I'm disappointed and feel short-changed, too, Keith. In the nearly 10 years I've worked in our newsroom I can probably count on just my fingers how many times I've heard that phrase, and have some fingers left over. Most of us are relatively religious and practice our chosen religions, well, religiously. We're a diverse group, too. I consider myself a Catholic Buddhist (although it's hard to combine the two). There are a couple more Catholics, someone who converted to Judaism after she got married, a Pagan Christian (and I think Catholic Buddhist is hard!) and a couple of Protestants. Even the one and only atheist believes that she has to do extra charity work and other things to help people less fortunate than herself because, if there's not a God, as she believes, people have to help each other. In my humble opinion, her actions are more Christian than some "practicing," Bible-verse-spewing, holier-than-thou Christians.
I lost my train of thought so I guess my harangue is over.
I was just over at his blog and found some funny as well as disturbing stuff. There were also a couple of things that had me shaking my head at the stupidity of some people.
A lot of it has to do with the guy who criticized Sponge Bob and its homosexual agenda. After Countdown did a story on this, Keith got spammed by some of this guy's followers. Here's just one snippet of Keith's response:
"The best of them was not a misspelling but a Freudian slip of biblical proportions. A correspondent, unhappy that I did not simply agree with her fire-and-brimstone forecast for me, wrote 'I showed respect even though I disagreed with you and yet you have the audacity to call me intelligent.'
Well, you have me there, Ma’am. My mistake."
LOL
In an later post on the same subject, Keith had this to say:
Having failed math, Mr. Schneeberger now tries extra-sensory perception.
"'…When it comes to lobbying liberal journalists like Olbermann, the sad reality is that getting them to acknowledge - let alone to respond respectfully — to our point of view is the longest of long shots. Theirs is a 24/7 secular world — in most newsrooms, especially those in big cities, about the only time you hear the word ‘God’ is as the first part of somebody’s second-favorite swearword.'
Wow. Talk about creating your own reality.
My newsroom is in Secaucus, New Jersey — population 15,931.
“Focus On Family” headquarters is in Colorado Springs, Colorado — population 360,890.
And not to let the facts get in the way of FOF’s prejudice, but I happen to be a religious man. I believe in God, I pray daily, and if I’ve ever gotten any direct instructions from my maker, they were that I’ll be judged by whether I tried to help other people, or hurt them. Also, that true belief should not be worn like a policeman’s club, nor used like one. And, finally, that I’m in big trouble for helping to introduce funny catchphrases into sportscasting.
The producer of 'Countdown' — Mr. Kordick, you’ve met him here, the guy who goes on vacation and celebrities die — is not only a religious man of the finest kind, but actually sings at Church-related events out in the community. And there are many others on the staff who are similarly spiritual, although, admittedly, none of us is pushy nor self-congratulatory about it.
I might also say that I feel a little disappointed in my workplace. Mr. Schneeberger, who claims to have spent a dozen years in “secular newsrooms,” writes of all of these “God Damns” flying around the ones he knows so well. I honestly think I’ve heard that phrase used at MSNBC once or twice in the last year. I feel short-changed. Where did Schneeberger work, The Sodom and Gomorroh Picayne?"
I'm disappointed and feel short-changed, too, Keith. In the nearly 10 years I've worked in our newsroom I can probably count on just my fingers how many times I've heard that phrase, and have some fingers left over. Most of us are relatively religious and practice our chosen religions, well, religiously. We're a diverse group, too. I consider myself a Catholic Buddhist (although it's hard to combine the two). There are a couple more Catholics, someone who converted to Judaism after she got married, a Pagan Christian (and I think Catholic Buddhist is hard!) and a couple of Protestants. Even the one and only atheist believes that she has to do extra charity work and other things to help people less fortunate than herself because, if there's not a God, as she believes, people have to help each other. In my humble opinion, her actions are more Christian than some "practicing," Bible-verse-spewing, holier-than-thou Christians.
I lost my train of thought so I guess my harangue is over.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Men just won't get it
My gynecologist died yesterday. He was only 45 and hadn't been sick for long. In fact, no one even knew he was sick until the rumors started floating around that he had died.
He was more than a great doctor. He was a wonderful human being. The doctor whose practice he took over even referred to him as "superman."
In times like this, you have to find something to smile about or you'll go nuts. This is definitely something men won't get: While the newsroom women were talking about this (three of four of us were his patients) one of the sports chicks came in and said she's going to have to find a new "scootch doctor." Of course the women got it (Scootch down a little, closer to the end of the table.) but, men being men, they thought she was being nasty. We had to laugh.
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My gynecologist died yesterday. He was only 45 and hadn't been sick for long. In fact, no one even knew he was sick until the rumors started floating around that he had died.
He was more than a great doctor. He was a wonderful human being. The doctor whose practice he took over even referred to him as "superman."
In times like this, you have to find something to smile about or you'll go nuts. This is definitely something men won't get: While the newsroom women were talking about this (three of four of us were his patients) one of the sports chicks came in and said she's going to have to find a new "scootch doctor." Of course the women got it (Scootch down a little, closer to the end of the table.) but, men being men, they thought she was being nasty. We had to laugh.
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Super Bowl
I'm not really excited about the Super Bowl because I don't particularly care for either team but, I am looking forward to the hoopla. (Although I would be the halftime show is going to be dull, despite Paul McCartney's appearance.) And, I just realized today that I'm not working Sunday. I thought I was. Duh! I remember the old days in the newsroom when the Sunday crew used to have a party. We'd all bring in food, watch the game and hope for no news. He always used to bring chicken wings, and actually cook them there. I miss that, even though I don't really like wings.
Obviously, there's no point to this post other than to say I'm glad I'm not working Sunday and I miss Keith.
I'm not really excited about the Super Bowl because I don't particularly care for either team but, I am looking forward to the hoopla. (Although I would be the halftime show is going to be dull, despite Paul McCartney's appearance.) And, I just realized today that I'm not working Sunday. I thought I was. Duh! I remember the old days in the newsroom when the Sunday crew used to have a party. We'd all bring in food, watch the game and hope for no news. He always used to bring chicken wings, and actually cook them there. I miss that, even though I don't really like wings.
Obviously, there's no point to this post other than to say I'm glad I'm not working Sunday and I miss Keith.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
The Music Challenge
I just found this at Ann Marie's.
What's the total amount of music files on your computer?
Zero. I just recently got this computer & haven't downloaded any music yet, and I didn't save any music files from my old computer.
What was the last CD you bought?
A Trans Syberian Orchestra Christmas CD. I can't remember which one, and it's in my car now so I can't go look. I just listened to it yesterday because it's so good I could listen to it all year long. I'm going to have to buy one of their non-Christmas CDs soon.
What was the last song listened to before getting this message?
"This Love" by Maroon 5. It was just on the radio.
Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you
1. Layla
It's been my favorite song for as long as I can remember. I love the lyrics, the music, the way the mood of the music changes. I just love everything about it.
2. Rosalita by Springsteen
Almost all pre-Born in the USA Springsteen reminds me of college but Rosalita does more than the others. On the first nice spring day of the year, we'd all open our dorm room windows to get the winter stuffiness out, then blast Springsteen while cleaning. I'd say a good one-third of us played Rosalita. Now, it reminds me of spring and summer coming and good friends who even enjoyed cleaning together.
3. Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy by Elton John
So many Elton John songs mean a lot to me but this one has a special meaning because of Steve. 'Nuff said about that.
4. Drops of Jupiter by Train
It reminds me of when I ran away to California then came back and was hanging out with GSG for a while. Before I learned the answer, I wondered if he wondered if I missed him while I was looking for myself out there.
5. Calling All Angels by Train
I love Train. I'm really into angels. I wish I could remember when I posted my Calling All Angels story here because it was so cool. Maybe I'll post it again later. I don't have time right now.
Who are you gonna pass this stick to (three persons, and why)?
I would say Ann Marie but she's already done it, so I'll just do what she did: I'm passing it on to the first three people who comment here.
I just found this at Ann Marie's.
What's the total amount of music files on your computer?
Zero. I just recently got this computer & haven't downloaded any music yet, and I didn't save any music files from my old computer.
What was the last CD you bought?
A Trans Syberian Orchestra Christmas CD. I can't remember which one, and it's in my car now so I can't go look. I just listened to it yesterday because it's so good I could listen to it all year long. I'm going to have to buy one of their non-Christmas CDs soon.
What was the last song listened to before getting this message?
"This Love" by Maroon 5. It was just on the radio.
Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you
1. Layla
It's been my favorite song for as long as I can remember. I love the lyrics, the music, the way the mood of the music changes. I just love everything about it.
2. Rosalita by Springsteen
Almost all pre-Born in the USA Springsteen reminds me of college but Rosalita does more than the others. On the first nice spring day of the year, we'd all open our dorm room windows to get the winter stuffiness out, then blast Springsteen while cleaning. I'd say a good one-third of us played Rosalita. Now, it reminds me of spring and summer coming and good friends who even enjoyed cleaning together.
3. Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy by Elton John
So many Elton John songs mean a lot to me but this one has a special meaning because of Steve. 'Nuff said about that.
4. Drops of Jupiter by Train
It reminds me of when I ran away to California then came back and was hanging out with GSG for a while. Before I learned the answer, I wondered if he wondered if I missed him while I was looking for myself out there.
5. Calling All Angels by Train
I love Train. I'm really into angels. I wish I could remember when I posted my Calling All Angels story here because it was so cool. Maybe I'll post it again later. I don't have time right now.
Who are you gonna pass this stick to (three persons, and why)?
I would say Ann Marie but she's already done it, so I'll just do what she did: I'm passing it on to the first three people who comment here.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
St. Theresa
I'm doing the St. Theresa thing again. It worked well last time & she gave me some answers and peace of mind. So, I did the prayers and, as I was walking (it was sunny & almost 50 degrees here. Yay!), I kept wondering if she'd send me a rose as a sign the way she did the last time. The first time I did this, on the first day, a woman walked out in front of me so I could see the back of her jacket, which had a pink rose on it. Today, I kept saying to myself I wonder if it'll be this .. or that ... or whatever. Then I remembered the sign is supposed to be unexpected. If I kept trying to figure out what it was going to be, it wouldn't be unexpected, right? So, somehow, I managed to get it out of my head for a couple of minutes. What happened? A florist truck drove by. What's the florist's logo? Two yellow roses.
I'm doing the St. Theresa thing again. It worked well last time & she gave me some answers and peace of mind. So, I did the prayers and, as I was walking (it was sunny & almost 50 degrees here. Yay!), I kept wondering if she'd send me a rose as a sign the way she did the last time. The first time I did this, on the first day, a woman walked out in front of me so I could see the back of her jacket, which had a pink rose on it. Today, I kept saying to myself I wonder if it'll be this .. or that ... or whatever. Then I remembered the sign is supposed to be unexpected. If I kept trying to figure out what it was going to be, it wouldn't be unexpected, right? So, somehow, I managed to get it out of my head for a couple of minutes. What happened? A florist truck drove by. What's the florist's logo? Two yellow roses.
A trip down memory lane ...
... and other thoughts.
Maybe you've seen this before but, I just got it again in my e-mail and wanted to put it here so it didn't get lost.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930s 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 medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
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 soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE 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 OK.
We would spend hours building 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, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell 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 the 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!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with 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!
... and other thoughts.
Maybe you've seen this before but, I just got it again in my e-mail and wanted to put it here so it didn't get lost.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930s 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 medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.
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 soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE 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 OK.
We would spend hours building 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, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell 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 the 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!
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with 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!