More Rain Here - Giggle!

 Have You Had Enough Rain Yet? 

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Or Is It Ice Or Snowing By You? 

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Whatever, I'm Bored With It All! 

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Trip To Florida 2015

 Trip To Florida 2015 

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Recycling Plus

Recycling Plus 
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Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.     The woman apologized to the  young girl and explained, "We didn't have this 'green thing' back in my earlier days."     The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."      The older lady said that she was right -- our generation didn't have the "green thing" in its day. The older lady went on to explain:      Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day.       Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable besides household garbage bags was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribblings. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But, too bad we didn't do the "green thing" back then.      We walked up stairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.      But she was right. We didn't have the "green thing" in our day.      Back then we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220volts. Wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.      But that young lady is right; we didn't have the "green thing" back in our day. Back then we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.      But she's right; we didn't have the "green thing" back then.       We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.       But we didn't have the "green thing" back then.       Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service in the family's $45,000 SUV or van, which cost what a whole house did before the"green thing." We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.       But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the "green thing" back then?      Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart ass young person.      We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off... Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smart ass who can't make change without the cash register telling them how much.

      

 

 

CAN YOU TYPE A SHORT STORY?

CAN YOU TYPE A SHORT STORY 

TO GO WITH THESE 7 PHOTOS? 

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What Is A Real Woman?

 Is This A Real Woman? 

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A real woman is a man's best friend. 
She will never stand him up, and never 
let him down. 
   
She will reassure him when he feels insecure, 
and comfort him after he has a bad day. 
    
She will inspire him to do things he never 
thought he could do; to live without fear 
and forget regret. 
   
She will enable him to express his deepest 
emotions and give in to his most intimate desires. 
   
She will make sure he always feels as though he's 
the most  handsome man in the room and will enable 
him to be the most confident, sexy, seductive and 
invincible.......... 
    No wait........ Sorry........ 
   
I'm thinking of Southern Comfort 
It’s Southern Comfort that does all that stuff. 
Never mind.......... 

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15 Important Points In Life

 15 Important Points In Life 

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Do You Like Being Old?

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"Good friends are like quilts-they age 

with you, yet never lose their warmth." 

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I am blogging this for all my Senior 

Friends because it is so well written. 

You'll laugh when you read this message. 
I have seen too many dear friends leave 

this world, too soon; before they understood 

the great freedom that comes with aging. 

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Whose business is it, if I choose to read, 

or play on the computer, until 4 AM, 

or sleep until noon? I will dance with 

myself to those wonderful tunes of the 

50s, 60s & 70s, and if I, at the same time, 

wish to weep over a lost love, I will 

If I choose to wear my underwear for 

a month or change every day, I will, 

even if there are brown spots in them. 

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I will walk the beach, in a swim suit 

that is stretched over a bulging body, 

 and will dive into the waves, with 

abandon, if I choose to, despite the 

pitying glances from the jet set. 

They, too, may get old some time. 

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I know I am sometimes forgetful. 

But there again, some of life is just 

 as well forgotten. And, eventually, 

I remember the important things.  

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Sure, over the years, my heart has 

been broken. How can your heart 

not break, when you lose a loved one, 

or when a child suffers, or even when 

somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a 

car? But broken hearts are what give 

us strength, and understanding, and 

compassion. A heart never broken, 

is pristine, and sterile, and will never 

know the joy of being imperfect. 

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I am so blessed to have lived long 

enough to have my hair turning gray, 

and to have my youthful laughs be 

forever etched into deep grooves on 

my face. So many have never laughed, 

and so many have died before their 

hair could turn silver. 

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As you get older, it is easier to be 

positive. You care less about what 

other people think. I don't question 

myself anymore.  I've even 

 earned the right to be wrong. 

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 So, to answer the question, I like 

being old. It has set me free. I like 

the person I have become. I am not 

going to live forever, but while I am 

still here, I will not waste time 

 lamenting what could have been, 

or worrying about what will be.

And I shall eat dessert every 

single day (if I feel like it). 

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MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP 

NEVER COME APART, 

ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S 

STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!  

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