Just something really to think about..............

Perfect weather here too, Sharon. A friend & I have been out in garden eating lunch. Bet you just can't wait to go out to Spain. Hope the rain has decided to make an exit for when you go over. We don't go till June 11th  

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We're all getting older, aren't we ? Look at the fun this lot are having.  DO watch till the end, the old guy pushes the drum kit off the stage. It's so hilarious & their faces are pictures.

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Subject:  The Lawn Mower.
>
> When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed.   But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - - always something more important to me.
> Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.  When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.   I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.  I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.
> I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."
>
>
> The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
>  
> Moral to this story: Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right,  and the other is the husband.
>

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According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were

 kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived,

 because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based

 paint which was promptly chewed and licked. We had no childproof lids on

 medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to

 play with pans.

 

 When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and

 fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels. As children, we would ride

 in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was

 a treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and

 it tasted the same. We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank

 fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were

 always outside playing. We shared one drink with four friends, from one

 bottle or can and no-one actually died from this. We would spend hours

 building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill,

 only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging

 nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We would leave

 home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back

 before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded. We

 did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99

 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile

 phones, no personal computers, no Internet chat rooms. We had friends we

 went outside and found them. We played elastics and street rounders, and

 sometimes that ball really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke

 bones but there were no law suits. We had full on fist fights but no

 prosecution followed from other parents. We played knock-and-run and

 were actually afraid of the owners catching us. We walked to friend's

 homes.  We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on

 mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

 We made up games with sticks and tennis balls. We rode bikes in packs of

 7 and wore our coats by only the hood. The idea of a parent bailing us

out if we broke a law unheard of. They actually sided with the law.

 

 This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and 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.

 

Regards Sharron

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Great post Sharron.  Really makes you think.

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Totally agree with everything you wrote!

Julia

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I also agree Sharon, trouble is my daughter read it and said ' oh please mother you,ll be on that programme grumpy ol women/men soon, 

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Ah yes, those good old days.  Wish it was the same for my kids. 

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Sharon

Spot on.  Like going back in time. Great memories of happy carefree childhoods, our kids will never know what it's like will they? The word has gone mad, all the do gooders do no good. Really enjoyed reading your post. We should keep it as a regular happy memory thread. Well done.

Gina

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Good morning..I know it's early, but couldn't sleep so just thought i'd have a look arround. Just finished watching the olddies You Tube Video...again, must have watched it about 10 times always makes me smile and reminds me that your never too old to have fun. My gran is 98 in July and she still tells my dad off, would love to see her have a go with these swingers. Anyway gonna try and get a few more zzzzzz now so ttfn.

 

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PERKS OF BEING OVER 50! 1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you. 2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first. 3. No one expects you to run--anywhere. 4. People call at 9 pm and ask, did I wake you???? 5. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac. 6. There is not hing left to learn the hard way. 7. Things you buy now won't wear out. 8. You can eat supper at 4 pm. 9. You can live without sex but not your glasses. 10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans. 11. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. 12. You quit trying to hold your stomach in no matter who walks into the room. 13. You sing along with elevator music. 14. Your eyes won't get much worse. 15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off. 16. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national weather service 17. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either. 18. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size. 19. You can't remember who sent you this list . And you notice these are all in Big Print for your convenience. Forward this to every one you can remember.

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Subject: A.A.A.D.D
>
> Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention
> Deficit Disorder.
>  
> This is how it manifests:
>  
> I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose, I look over at my
> Car and decide it needs washing.
>  
> As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the table that I
> Collected from the letter box earlier.
>  
> I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
>  
> I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage bin
> Under the table, and notice that it is full.
>  
> So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the Garbage
> first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox When I
> take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
>  
> I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only 1 check
> Left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the
> House to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking. I'm
> Going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so
> That I don't accidentally knock it over. The Coke is getting warm, and I
> decide to put it in the fridge to keep it cold.
>  
> As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the
> Countertop catches my eye - they need water.
>  
> I put the Coke on the countertop and discover my reading glasses that
> I've been searching for all morning.
>  
> I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to Water
> the flowers. I set the glasses back down on the countertop, fill a
> Container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote control. Someone
> Left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we watch TV,
> I'll be looking for the remote control, but I won't remember that it's
> On the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the living room
> Where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers. I pour some water In
> the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
>  
> So, I set the remote control back on the table, get some towels and Wipe
> up the spill.
>  
> Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to Do.
>
>  
> At the end of the day:
> - the car isn't washed
> - the bills aren't paid
> - there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the countertop
> - the flowers don't have enough water
> - there is still only 1 check in my checkbook
> - I can't find the remote control
> - I can't find my glasses
> - and I don't remember what I did with the car keys
>  
> Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really
> Baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired.
>  
> I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for
> It, but first I'll check my e-mail.
>  
>  
> Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I
> Don't remember who the heck I've sent it to.
>  
>  
> Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!
>  
>  
> GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
> GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
> LAUGHING AT YOURSELF IS THERAPEUTIC.
>
>

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Sharon,

A lot of what you said, rang a bell with me (I'm 40) but I think I know how today's kids would react to your thoughts;

The same way I reacted when I was a kid and my Grandad told me about getting into the cinema with empty jam jars,. only getting an orange for xmas, having no shoes and queing up outside the bakery at 6am to buy yesterday's "cutting" (stale) bread!

My parents didn't have a car until I was about 13, hence I know how to walk, the biscuits were hidden, you got one a day but only if you ate all your dinner! When I got into trouble, at school, with the police or with nieghbours, I knew I was gonna get a hiding and be grounded!

Today, my parents are a lot softer with my children, their grandchildren, and say they now think they were too hard on my brother and I but I dissagree, I'm glad they brought me up the way they did.

Stephen

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Sharon      You hit it right on the nail regarding the children /  teenagers of today they all need it NOW  have to drive everywere , there are some that listen but most think we talk lots of rubbish about life . We know times change and many of us go with it  for a better life ( thats why we are all here on this site )   I think in 30 years time in the UK its going to get hard for older people to cope with the young people that are growing up today , only time will tell but its not looking good for the future as things are now. As we are both over 60 in 30 years we possibly dont have to worry about that . A great letter.     Regards Rosi n

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Hi Sharon. You are spot on, reading your post was like taking me back to a wonderful wonderful time in my life, my childhood was just as you discribed, I only wish I was a writer as I could write a book about my adventures as a child, I wish the world was the same as then and that children had the same values as us.

I have recently been back to where I onced lived to show my wife where I once played footie in the street, it is now filled with cars and the green where we once played everything as long as we were outside had cars parked on it, I could go on and on.

Thanks for the memeries.

Right where's me zimmer frame.

Pete

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Hi All

Just another one to add to the happy memories of our childhoods. Keep them coming. In 6 weeks of school holidays our mum never had to worry about what she was going to do with us. We lived very close to woods and would spend all day making tree dens and lighting fires (no we weren't arsonists) We used to have a little fire and cook a tin of beans that one of the other kids had sneaked out of their mum's cupboard, (probably got a hiding for doing that). It was lovely, we made our own fun, dared eachother to climb over the "broken bridge" over the river Taff (hope my mum doesn't read this, she'd kill me) and basically got back at tea time worn out and ready for bath and bed. Never went to mum and dad for money, why would we need it? The shame is our kids could never go playing in the woods for safety reasons these days and they have missed out on so much.

Eric

I suffer from the same, Was clearing out the drawers the other day and later was searching for my phone. Asked one of the kids to ring it and imagine my surprise when Justin Timberlake started singing from the bin!!! Retrieved the phone covered in butter with the rubbish from the drawers. It gets worse doesn't it?

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If you don't  at this I wanna know why.

 

Why women take forever in public toilets ?

 When you have to visit a public loo there is invariably a line of women, you smile politely and take your place, it finally gets to your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every one is occupied..... but eventually a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your knickers !!! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" is handy, but empty. You would hang your handbag on a door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you
 carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, yank down your knickers, and assume "
 The Position."

 In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Position." To take your mind off your trembling thighs for a moment when you reach for horror or horrors an empty toilet paper dispenser. Your thighs start to shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your handbag which is
 now burning your neck & shoulders with the weight. So you contort your arm into a very unnatural position and start to fumble around in the deep dark depths of your handbag forthat small crumpled 'used' tissue no bigger than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door and because the latch doesn't work it hits your head which is bent over from holding the hanging handbag, and you start to topple backward. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door and drop the precious, tiny, crumpled tissue you had only
just retrieved with your index finger into an unknown puddle on the floor.......if that isn't enough you lose your balance altogether and gravity pulls you down ...... down ....... directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet, of course, you bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late.
Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ & life form that lives on the uncovered seat. By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose into the bowl which sprays a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs along with the various life forms and down into your dishevelled knickers which have now dropped down to your ankles. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe yourself with a piece of gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the taps [new obviously from bath-store.com/martha's whatever], so you run your hands underneath it grateful for the 2 drops there, then around the basin itself. You go to the towel dispenser past the line of women still waiting, where of course there are no paper towels so you move over to the hand blower, which, yes you've guessed it, also doesn't work.
You are no longer able to smile politely to the women, but there is an unspoken understanding between you all. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you have a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the Men's. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and whyis your handbag hanging around your neck?"

 This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public loo's. It also finally explains to the men what really does take us so long and also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the loo in pairs. It's so the other one can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door !

This message was last edited by JeansSis on 5/6/2007.

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Hi Janice..too true been there, done that and got tee shirt...nice to see you again..

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public service announcement

 
 In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we  would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli (E. coli)   bacteria found in feces.
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of Poop.
 However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey, beer or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
 Remember:
Water = Poop
 Wine = Health
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.
 There's no need to thank me for this valuable information; I'm doing it as a public service.
 

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Candyfloss, it does get worse, especially with all this technology around.  I had to phone my hubby at work to ask him how to turn the TV on!   Well, I never put it on and there are so many remote controls around.  Give me a computer and I manage, ask me to record anything, turn on the TV or put on a CD, no chance.  

Eric, thats the sort of public service announcement I take notice of.  Wonder how I will feel drinking a bottle of wine on the exercise bike tomorrow, must take your advice, very important not to drink poo.

Sharon, I can remember buying a mix-up for 2p and having a bag full of chocolate logs, black jacks and fruit salad, mmmmm.  We have an old fashioned sweet shop in Hexham and you can buy all the oldies, not for 2p though. 

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