15 08 2011

Well, today was the first day of the school year around here.  All those big yellow busses were just scooting right along this morning.  And the traffic was terrible.  Now, I live in a small town and the only time we have a traffic jam is when school is either taking up or letting out.  When I first moved here, that was absolutely wonderful.  I had been fighting traffic while running carpools for many years at that time and I would take that school rush hour any time over what I had been driving in.

I hope all the kids had a wonderful start to their school year.  All the little girls looked so proud in their new uniforms at the school where I saw them.  And the boys were playfully shoving each other around.  Looked typical to me.  Seems like I remember a few of those first days myself.

And of course, I remember a few of them with my own children. In fact, I didn’t think I would ever get through with those first days of school year after year after year.  I dearly loved each and every one of my children, but I did not dearly love each and every one of their schools nor their teachers, nor their friends sometimes.

So, I don’t miss the first day of school.   In fact this morning I was much relieved not to be in that parking lot line of traffic.  And I was relieved not to have to walk another child into his classroom and meet his new teacher.  Oh boy, I sure did not miss that one.

And I’m glad I was not there to pick up children when they got out of class at 3 this afternoon.  Again, I didn’t miss the waiting in line to pick up my child.  Nor did I miss the ‘hey Mom’, I’ve got to go by the store this afternoon.  My teacher says I need a poster board for tomorrow’.   Ugh!!!  I will never miss that one, especially if I have ice cream in the car or have to pick up another child or whatever might make a big difference in my afternoon on that first day of school.

I am definitely not an old grouch nor an old prude nor any of those descriptions that describe someone hard to get along with.  But I can sure get along without that first day of school – ever again in my life.  I’m so glad I’m old today.



13 08 2011

Getting ready to put dinner on the table and decided at the last minute to have a piece of buttered toast to go with it.  Asked my daughter to please toast the bread for me.  I got two pieces of bread out of the wrapper and put them on the cabinet.  I saw my daughter put the two pieces of bread in the toaster and push the handle down.  When I finished preparing the dinner, she was walking across the room with her toast in her hand.

I asked her where was my piece of toast.  And she said, ‘I don’t know’.  Then she turned to walk on to the table.  I thought to myself, ‘what do you mean, you don’t know.  How can you not know.’   So I asked again where was my piece of toast.  She turned and looked me directly in the eye and said again, ‘I don’t know.’  Well, that was probably the silliest thing I had ever heard.  She was obviously through with the conversation, but I knew I had another piece of bread somewhere and it wasn’t in the toaster.  So where was it.

I looked in the toaster again, looked all around the cabinet, looked across the room at the other cabinet and started to get down on the floor and look under the cabinet.  Instead, I asked again, ‘where is my piece of toast’.  In exasperation, my daughter turned to me again and said, ‘I DON’T KNOW!’.

Well, you can’t just lose a piece of toast.  I have been reading newspapers forever and I have never seen an article that says, ‘lady loses toast’.  It had to be here somewhere.   I pulled the toaster out from the wall and looked behind it.  Not there either.  Again, I was about to get down on hands and knees and look under the cabinet.  Instead, I raked my hand along the back of the toaster and the piece of toast fell down on the cabinet.

Somehow, some way, the toast had popped out of the push down toaster and wedged itself  onto the back of the toaster.  When I pulled the toaster out, it had remained stuck to the back of the toaster.  But when I raked my hand along the back of the toaster, it fell down onto the cabinet.

See, I really am not that crazy. Just a little looney now and then.  But like I said, when have you heard of anyone losing a piece of toast.  I was about to call the local news stations and ask them to run a story about my lost toast.  Luckily, I found it before I got to the telephone.

I’ll laugh about this one for awhile.  I have a whole pile of laughable stuff in my head.  Helps to pass the days sometimes when it really is looney around here.


12 08 2011

Well, surprise! surprise!  Reporters said on the news tonight that gasoline prices would be going down by about $.50 a gallon pretty soon.  That is great.  Now, I want to know why they went up in the first place.  Whose idea was that.  Who was it that decided that the American people needed to pay more for their gasoline all of a sudden.  And now then, they are going to lower the prices and no one really knows why the prices went up or why they are going down.  Sounds sort of fishy to me.  Wonder who will benefit from this.  And who benefitted from the prices going up.  Just wondering about such things, especially with the charged up political scene these days.

Just have to watch what is going on and make up my own mind.  I will definitely vote Republican no matter what because I understand their ideas.   But gona’ have to come up with someone better than I have seen so far.

Oh well, enjoy the break in the gasoline prices – for awhile anyway.  Until it will benefit someone to raise them again.


10 08 2011

Has the whole world gone crazy?  What is wrong with people these days?   I am wondering if I got off the bus at the wrong stop.  Surely there is a better place than this one right now.

I just heard on the television news that another young boy died today from heat stroke after practicing football.  What a waste.  How stupid.  There are no words to explain enough what a horrible, unnecessary death this is.

I know of a boy who was in perfect health, 13 years old, great shape.  He went out for football for his very first time ever.  While practicing the first day, he asked his coach for a drink of water and was told that it would be later before he could have one.  By the time the practice was over and the boy went home, his father knew he was not o.k.  The boy took a shower to help him cool off.  And then he was sent to the hospital.  He was flown to a larger hospital and died here two weeks later after much, much agony over why, why, what reason is there for this unspeakable death.

Last year here in my small town, I read of one boy whose mother picked him up from practice and realized he was not o.k.  She took him to the emergency room where he was treated and released.  Later on, she took him back again and he was saved.  Another boy had left the school and walked around the building where he collapsed.  He was walking home, I assume.  A delivery man saw him and called for help.  He was saved, too.

But several others have died this year in the various schools around the state.  Why?  What reason? It is a simple game.  Nothing more.  A GAME!!!  Stop!  Consider what you are doing to these boys and to their families.  No reason whatsoever for this outrageous problem.

Last year I picked up one of my grandsons from practice.  While I waited in the burning heat, the coach had the boys stand outside for another 10 minutes in full gear while he talked to them.  Then he had them to run up and down a nearby hill several times.  I was surprised no one passed out before they were through.  My grandson said that this year, they do not have to wear full pads in the heat.  And they can get a drink of water anytime they need one.  At least that is a beginning.

I understand football is being practiced in Dallas at midnight.  Even that is ridiculous, but at least the boys aren’t dying.  And I have heard and read of a pill the boys can take that allows the coaches to monitor their bodily temperature at all times.  But my point is why in the first place?  Why do this?

Why is it necessary that they practice at all this time of year when the temperatures are above 110 some days.  Why all the emphasis on the extracurricular activities and so little on the necessary subjects.  I understand children are not being taught anything of our remarkable history of this great country, but all the boys are playing sports and the girls are practicing cheerleading and dance routines constantly.  What is the point of all this.

Has the whole world gone crazy?  Is everyone on some kind of glory trip where they cannot see the forest for the trees?  Maybe somewhere someone can get some common sense going.  Save our children.  Football and baseball and soccer are JUST GAMES!!!!  Not worth dying for. Ever


9 08 2011

Hi again:  I think I have blogged about this one before but it still needs repeating a million times over.  The key word in this world is RESPONSIBILITY!!!!

There is nothing to compare it to.  I once knew a young father who taught his children the word Responsibility when they were very young.  And they were taught while still young to be responsible for all that they did.  This meant when they were old enough they picked up their toys, put away their clothes, took care of their belongings, and when age appropriate did their daily chores.

This also meant they learned very early to be responsible for their own behavior.  They didn’t have temper tantrums over every little whim.  They didn’t scream and yell at WalMart like so many of the children do.   As I said, they learned from early on to be RESPONSIBILE for their own lives and their own actions.  They still are.  They are very careful with their small amount of money.  They are very kind to others.  They do their chores without whining or complaining all the time.   And they take care of their belongings very well.  

Why don’t the adults of today practice a little responsibility in their lives.  I know the answer to that one.   It is because their parents never taught them to be responsible for anything they ever did.  That is why they do not take care of their belongings and in many cases do not feel it is necessary that they even have a job much less be responsible for doing that job right.  They are not responsible for providing for themselves, expecting instead to be on the ‘dole’ for the rest of their days.  

But the worse part is that they are not responsible for their own children.  They drag them from one place to another.  The children are fed by the community, clothed by the community and schooled by the community.   The parents do not feel any responsibility towards anything.

I personally think it is time we demanded some responsibility from this class of people.  It is time they provided their own food and shelter and clothing.  It is time they got a job.  Might not be what they would like, but then so what.  Most people have to start out doing some job they really don’t like.  That is how they get that magic word called ‘experience’.  Then that leads from one job to another over time.  And if that person is Responsible and wants to do better,  he will perform his job well no matter what it is.  This is called being Responsible.

High time we had some RESPONSIBILITY in this world.  

And we certainly could use some responsibility from our politicians and those in charge.   But that is another blog for another day.

Remember the Key Word is RESPONSIBILITY.   Tell it to everyone you know.  



8 08 2011

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