To All of Us Who Survived the 1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s!!!

I found this on another site and asked permission to post it here (because I like it so much).

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs 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 infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, 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, white bread and real butter and drank koolade made with sugar, 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 O.K.

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 Play stations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or 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 ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays,

made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

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!

These generations have 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!

If YOU are 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 so much of our lives

for our own good.

And while you are at it, forward this article to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were.

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it?!

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Shoe Fly Pie and Apple Pan-Doudy

Shoe fly pie and apple pan-doudy.
Makes your eyes light up
and your stomach say howdy.
Shoe fly pie and apple pan-doudy,
I never get enough of that wonderful stuff.

The first thing I heard about when I woke up this morning was the shoes that flew past Bush’s head. So I had to watch the video. It barely missed him, didn’t it? He was quick. I don’t think he “got it” though. I know he’s down playing it but I don’t think he understands the insult fully.

The sight or touch of the soles of the feet is a grave insult in that culture. Even I know that. The jubilant Iraqis who whacked the fallen statue of Saddam Hussein with their shoes (April 2003) were subjecting the tyrant to the worst humiliation imaginable. I’m not going to go on and on about this. I only want to mention one thing… The reporter who was quickly wrestled to the ground said this as he flung shoe number one

“This is a gift from the Iraqis, this is the farewell kiss, you dog.”

And hurling shoe number two he added

.”This is from the widows, the orphans, and those who were killed in Iraq.”

And our wise and diplomatic leader responded by saying this

“It was a size 10 shoe that he threw.”

Later he told reporters Bush

“I thought it was interesting, I thought it was weird and unusual to have a guy throw a shoe at you but I… uh… I don’t… I…uh…I’m not insulted.”

Well, you should be.
Enough.

Bush
Random Bush Quotes
Throw A Shoe At Bush

Then I heard all over the radio about Bernard Madoff and his rip off scam. You know he was paying off the first investors with money he was getting from the more recent investors and it was our shakey economy that brought the house of cards down on him. I think the minimum you could invest was one million dollars. Is that what you heard? Aren’t these people suppose to be intelligent? Did Madoff not forsee the effect our unstable economy would have on his little scheme? I mean, he knows all about finances and investing and the big world of money and business. And these investors, with millions and billions of dollars, couldn’t they smell a rat or didn’t they research deeply into the whole thing before putting so much money into it? Now they’re crying “we lost our life savings.” I don’t understand.

I guess they’ll have to start buying generic brand items and include more chicken, beans, potatoes, and rice in their meal planning like I do. Boo Hoo for them. I’m sorry but I can’t muster up any sympathy for them. Even in their “poor” state they probably have more money than you or I will ever see. They might even have to start shopping at Save-a-lot. I was going to say Wal-Mart but now Wal-Mart shopping is a luxury for us. By the way, who has the new ad campaign that goes something like this… “The crummy economy is now your shop-ortunity” Is it Wal-Mart? Is the economy hurting you? Are you losing your home? Do you still have a job? Is everything pretty much the same and you don’t really see any significant changes to your lifestyle? I’m curious. I’d like to know. Maybe you’ve come up with some really creative and frugal ideas to make ends meet. If so, what are they?

But I wasn’t going to write about this. I was going to write about a second interesting tid bit of information I gleaned from the web about why people read blogs. I’ll post it soon. And I’ve got something I want to tell you about.

And The First Results Are In

Why Do People Read Blogs?
I started my “research” today. It consisted of a few random thoughts about it on a short drive home from eating meatloaf (and some really bad mashed potatoes) at a friend’s house. And then doing a quick google on this topic. Is it just me or does it seem like there is always so much we are expected to do in a single day but not enough day to do it in. And I really think the expectations are growing and the days are shrinking. Maybe I’m just getting slower as I age.

The first thing I found out is there is an endless list of blogs on the subject of blogs. It strikes me as funny (or pitiful) that its the subject I chose to start off my blog. But in my defense….. this blog isn’t going to have a theme. It won’t always be about blogging. Tomorrow it could be about brain surgery. My short epics will be random – in keeping with my thought process. That’s what I’ve evolved into. A slow aging woman with random thoughts she wants to share but doesn’t really have the time to do so.

Okay. Back on subject. I’m only going to share with you the information that I think is the most interesting. Sense of community. A group at the University of California-Irvine decided to approach the question “Why do people read blogs?” from the perspective of human-computer interactions, where the humans involved were blog readers mixing in a dose of literary theory. That’s a paraphrase from the actual article. I don’t have permission to to copy the article and I don’t intend to get permission. I’ll show you where it is and you can read it for yourself. Its not that long. http://arstechnica.com/news.ars/post/20080409-blogging-meets-literary-theory-in-new-analysis.html
It was a real let down to read that most blog readers described the activity as a habit and used terms such as “wasting time” and “doing nothing”.

This article, written by John Timmer, tells us that this group found

“Even though blogging is an inherently one-to-many activity, most readers felt a personal connection to the author. This could foster the feeling that the reader belonged to the community even in the absence of participation, and led those who did participate via comments to agonize over their content. Only one of the study participants said they enjoyed triggering flame wars; most of the others felt their comments were a form of appreciation for the blog author, and worked hard to make them insightful and cogent.
This produced a distinction between smaller blog communities and popular, news-focused blogs. These didn’t produce the same sense of belonging, and readers tended to focus more on their content than their community. That result suggests that the blogging community will always have a long tail, as readers search for smaller places where they can continue to find a sense of connection with the authors.”

I think they are on to something. As the world grows I feel like it becomes increasingly impersonal. Once upon a time there were small rural communities where everyone knew everyone, neighbors lived side by side most of their lives and actually cared about one another. They helped one another and built relationships with one another. We’re losing that. The internet is just another large and impersonal world. It’s welcoming to find a niche with like minded people… a place (virtual or real) small enough that everyone is someone and gone is the anonymity that sterilizes and characterizes our living experiences these days. I don’t know how you feel but I often feel like an outdated dinosaur thats been hurled out into space from the information overload explosion and I feel lost and disconnected. Sometimes looking inside from the outside at something surreal. And sometimes I feel like I am the only person with the values I have, the questions I have, the opinions I have and I can’t count the times I’ve thought “am I the only one who feels this way about this and that?” What I don’t realize is that there ARE other people and they’re thinking they’re the only ones, too. If our worlds collide and we actually take the time to interact long enough to discover this… well, it’s somehow comforting. You can say to yourself, I’m not the only one, I’m not alone. There are two nuts in the world and we found each other. What are the chances? Obviously pretty good, huh? So why should blogging be any different? People need a sense of belonging. We’ll gravitate towards it. If we stumble onto it by accident we’ll return to it.

There was one other thing I found out in my “research” that is interesting to me and worth sharing with you but I’ll have to do so in my next entry (if my thoughts don’t blow in from a new direction and change course by then). Right now its very late, I’m the only one still up. The weather forecast for this small Missouri town is calling for a “wintry mix” to fall tonight and I heard the ice begin hitting just a few minutes ago. I have to get up early and go to work and I still have clothes drying in the community laundry room. I’m going to ask you this before I go because I really want to know… why do you think people read blogs? Why do you read blogs? Why are you reading this one? and Do you blog?

Blog, blog, blog… Why?

Ahhh… first post to my new blog. The fun part for me is always creating the blog with the right template and then pondering over a catchy title. So with that completed I’m faced with the hard part. What to blog about? A better question is should I blog at all? I’ve started several blogs in the past and after an explosive whirlwind of eagerness and ambition at the onset I abandon my projects on the run way. The first thing I had to do was ask myself WHY I was blogging in the first place. Do I have something interesting to say? Am I trying to google myself to riches? Is it simply a manifestation of my manic times? No. Maybe. Probably. WHAT to blog about was the second question. Hmmm. Should it be about me and my crazy life and the deep moral lessons I learn and feel a sense of obligation to pass on to the rest of the world? Although I am one of my most favorite subjects chances are high I won’t be yours. Needs to be something catchy, witty, entertaining… Hey! That is me afterall. Oops, there I go.
Okay, my first idea was to start my blog off by writing about all the different theories out there on how the world will end. Found a great site with information -from asteroid collisions to mathmatical predictions- including the mayan date for doomsday, which by the way is supposedly in 2012. Even if you don’t believe in this stuff the way they arrive at that day is very interesting. The opening ad to this site (you know, the internet ad that has the option “skip this ad”)is for a new medication. There’s a picture of a beautiful young woman. It asks “ARE YOU DEPRESSED?” Point taken. I changed course in my thinking process and started steering myself towards the question “Why do people READ blogs?” Ah, now I’m on to something. Why do people read them? Why do people STOP reading them? What do people LIKE to read about? What are the TOP blogs? etc.. It dawned on me (because I do get lucky with a good idea now and then) that other people (especially bloggers) might want to know about this same thing. And THAT, my friends, is HOW I came to the conclusion of my search for the content of my first blog entry. (And I still might write about all those end-of-the-world theories and predictions, but at a later time.)
(to be continued…) I’m researching.