DEAR GOD: I’M STILL ASKING FOR HELP

16 02 2012

I mentioned about the 1950’s last night and have remembered more about them today.  As I said, they were really good years.  Everyone was progressing and life was good for most people.  By now, we had the outdoor patios and the cookouts and the neighborhood get togethers.  It was a good time to be a young parent.

We had already lived through the War years and seen that horrible War come to an end.  I am always in awe when I read in the papers today that 2 or 3 men were killed in the latest War or that 20 were killed in a bombing.  In World War II years, the headlines read that 20,000 were killed in this battle or 15,000 in another battle.  If you don’t believe those statistics, make a trip to France and see the never ending white crosses in the cemeteries where our young men were slain and buried.  A horrible, horrible time.

But now things were going to be better and different.  Why even the new cars were coming out with all those fancy gadgets on them and those paint jobs were unbelievable and just look at that wrap around glass.  No one had ever even dreamed of such things before.  But progress was here.

After decades of a Democratic President and staff, it was refreshing to finally have a Republican in the White House.  Now things really would be different and better.  Right after we get over all the shortages created by the War years.  Eisenhower had been elected now and everyone was wearing the ‘I Like Ike’ buttons because they were so happy that things were going to be better.

During the Eisenhower years, all these wonderful new interstate highways were built all across our nation.  Now, families like mine could drive all over the country and actually see those sights we had heard about all our lives. Made it possible for the whole family to be canned in a station wagon.  The new theme parks were popping up because now people could actually go see them, not just hear about them.  And the price of gasoline was so low it was never even mentioned.  Why, we could even drive everywhere and sleep in a brand new motel, too.  The motels along the highways popped up everywhere. And now there were drive in restaurants along those same highways. It was truly a wonderful time for all.

But that drum was beating louder and louder everywhere.   There was trouble brewing in various ways.  People had so much in the way of goods and money to spend and happiness was bound to stay.  But that didn’t happen.  Now, the child experts began to tell everyone how to raise those children.  Thank Heavens, my children were all too young to be considered Baby Boomers.  And I was so happy that I was not one of those mothers.

Things had changed for them, too.  The doctors had all decided that mothers did not need to breast feed their children anymore.  So now, mothers  were taught to make formula.  And were given a shot that dried up the milk that their bodies   provided for that new baby.  And this way, mothers would not gain any weight, nor have laps that mothers had always had before.  It was just like being a teenager forever.  And those same mothers were expected to act young forever, too.

Now there were more appliances to help with the housework.  There were those new fangled washing machines that actually did all the work.  All we had to do was put the clothes in, add the detergent, push a button and leave the room.  Dishwashers had come onto the scene, too.  Not standard yet, but getting there.  And disposals that eliminated the ever present garbage. But we were still hanging those clothes outside on the line.  Dryers were also just around the corner.  And then someone invented the no iron fabrics and the polyesters and the wrinkle free stuff.  So now we didn’t even have to iron every afternoon as we had been doing before.

Why, mothers were almost unnecessary these days.  That house could almost run itself.  And the kids were happy with all their newer toys and friends.  What was a mother to do?  But then someone thought and said – why that young mother can just go to work.  She can make a lot of money and pay someone else to raise her children.  Why should she be stuck in that house all day when the world was moving all around her.  And she looks so good, too.  Why, she can buy all the new clothes she wants and be social all the time.  Hot Dog!  What a wonderful life she will have.   Back in those 1950’s.

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PRESENTING YOURSELF

6 02 2012

Look at those Occupiers on  your TV screen.  Those are the ones who did not know how to present themselves when they applied for a job – if they ever did anywhere, anytime.

Not only did they not know how to comb their hair, but they also did not know they were supposed to take a bath and put on clean clothes.  Hopefully, they will remember to brush their teeth and make that smile as nice as possible.

Most of them need to get a haircut, too.  And they might remember that pony tails on men went out of style a long, long time ago.  And women are expected to keep their hair out of their eyes.   No one can work if their hair is hanging over their eyes.  With their hair hanging over their eyes, they probably cannot even see to fill out the application properly.  It is very necessary that a person write legibly, carefully filling out each line the way it should be.

If a person really wants to get a job, there are lots and lots of jobs out there.  Some fields are literally begging for help.

But someone who is satisfied to sleep on the concrete with the rats crawling around them is not ever going to get a job.  Anyone can see that.  Anyone except them that is.  And they are still hollering loud and clear along with the chanting and singing and guitar playing and bonfires and marching, that there are no jobs out there.  But there are.

A person just has to make himself presentable and then present himself to an employer and assure that employer that he really wants a job and WILL work.  That is the key. A person has to be ready and willing to work at the job before he is going to be given that opportunity.

Try it and see.  If you want a job, then go get one.  It is really that simple.  Just present yourself and go to work!

 





EXERCISE

2 12 2011

I notice there are a lot of advertisements for doing exercises, especially this time of the year.  Like anyone has time for that anyway, and especially this time of the year.  Now, I agree that persons who exercise a lot are probably healthier than I am.  But I am healthy enough.   I get all kinds of exercise every day just trying to get my job done.  Being a mother can be exhausting.  But it is great at the end of a busy day to  know I have done my share of exercise.

I do not have to go to the gym.  I get all I need right here at home.  For instance, I do lunges pretty frequently.  I have to lunge forward to pick up the dirty clothes in order to load  them in the washer.  Sometimes I even add a stretch or two as I reach from my lunge and pitch something in the washer.  Then I get lots of time in for squats.  That happens when I start to sit down for a moment and someone calls out, ‘Hey Mom, what did you do with my other sock?’  Or  ‘Honey, can you please bring me a bandaid?   I just cut myself shaving.’

And how about buying those groceries and then lugging them all into the house.  When I put them away, I get lots of stretch time.  I even occasionally get in another lunge or two if I drop something.  And then when I go into the pantry, I turn my neck slowly from side to side trying to find that can of tomatoes that I am sure I just bought.

A therapist once told me that if I carry something with me while doing steps, it will make my bones stronger.   I ought to have the strongest bones on the continent.  I am constantly doing stair steps up and down and down and up all day long.  And I am carrying piles of dirty clothes and then piles of clean clothes while I go up and down all day long.

After thinking about all this, I think I will lunge out to my car, squat into the seat  and go to the drive in to get a great big ice cream cone.  Should reward myself for doing all this exercise, especially this busy time of the year.

No wonder I look so good!





EXERCISE

2 12 2011

I notice there are a lot of advertisements for doing exercises, especially this time of the year.  Like anyone has time for that anyway, and especially this time of the year.  Now, I agree that persons who exercise a lot are probably healthier than I am.  But I am healthy enough.   I get all kinds of exercise every day just trying to get my job done.  Being a mother can be exhausting.  But it is great at the end of a busy day to  know I have done my share of exercise.

I do not have to go to the gym.  I get all I need right here at home.  For instance, I do lunges pretty frequently.  I have to lunge forward to pick up the dirty clothes in order to load  them in the washer.  Sometimes I even add a stretch or two as I reach from my lunge and pitch something in the washer.  Then I get lots of time in for squats.  That happens when I start to sit down for a moment and someone calls out, ‘Hey Mom, what did you do with my other sock?’  Or  ‘Honey, can you please bring me a bandaid?   I just cut myself shaving.’

And how about buying those groceries and then lugging them all into the house.  When I put them away, I get lots of stretch time.  I even occasionally get in another lunge or two if I drop something.  And then when I go into the pantry, I turn my neck slowly from side to side trying to find that can of tomatoes that I am sure I just bought.

A therapist once told me that if I carry something with me while doing steps, it will make my bones stronger.   I ought to have the strongest bones on the continent.  I am constantly doing stair steps up and down and down and up all day long.  And I am carrying piles of dirty clothes and then piles of clean clothes while I go up and down all day long.

After thinking about all this, I think I will lunge out to my car, squat into the seat  and go to the drive in to get a great big ice cream cone.  Should reward myself for doing all this exercise, especially this busy time of the year.

No wonder I look so good!





GET A JOB!

4 11 2011

Well, I’ve tried to stay out of the political situation.  Been sitting on my hands a lot these days.  But things do sort of get to me.  I grew up always being taught I was responsible for myself and whatever I did each day in my life.  I raised all my children in that same way.  Every single person in this world is responsible for whatever it is he or she does every single day of their lives.  Now people can choose to be ugly or mean.  They can choose to rob and steal and pilfer all their lives away.  Or they can  choose to be nice, pleasant, and honest in their daily lives.  I have chosen to be nice and pleasant and honest every single day.  Sometimes I have fallen from grace in my life.  Everyone does that now and then.  But then I have picked myself up, brushed off the bruises, and been responsible for   my daily life.  I think that is what people should do today also.

I am not a politician.  Nor am I too smart for my own britches.  But it would seem to me that these protestors such as they are today, would realize they are their own worst enemies.  If they wanted to work, they would be out trying to find a job.  No one is ever going to hire someone who does not know how to get up off the street and present themselves in an orderly manner.  For instance, if you were running a company, would you hire someone who did not bathe, nor wash their hair, nor get a haircut, nor shave, nor dress properly for a job interview?   I would not.  Neither would any company that I know of.

So, if they are out protesting and cannot get a job, then I would say that was their problem.  Not everyone else’s.  Not Wall Streets nor Main Streets.  Their fault.  Their responsibility to look nice and to present themselves in an orderly manner.  If they wanted to work, they would be dressed nicely, standing in a line to wait their turn at the next job opening, and being pleasant to everyone around them.  Otherwise, then, they are welcome to live on the street, forage for food, and hope for the best – from the government.  This is all they want anyway.  Free life with no responsibility for their own actions.





EATING WITH KIDS

28 09 2011

I saw an advertisement today that pictured a child refusing to eat his vegetables.  This brought up memories in my mind from times long ago.  Fancy that!  Anyway, in my family when I was growing up, there were several picky and I do mean picky eaters.  Too bad as far as I was concerned.  I was in the middle of my family and got to see all sides because of that position.

My mother had cooked a good meal every day for many, many years.  No matter the temperature nor the temperaments, she still hung in there and we had a great 3 meals per day.  My father worked nights so we ate a nice breakfast every morning while he was asleep.  Then we had a big lunch because he would be going to work at 3.  Then we had a nice supper because we had good leftovers from that big lunch.  So I knew all the food was very good.  I was never a big eater, but I enjoyed all that we had.

We would sit down to eat and one of those picky eaters would say, ‘what are we having that for?’  or ‘you know I don’t like this or that’.  Or  maybe it would be ‘do we have to eat that?’.  I got sick and tired of hearing that when I was growing up and told myself I would never have that at my house whenever I had a family.  And sure enough I never did.

I raised a big family and cooked all those meals, too.  And I never, ever had anyone sit down at the table and say they didn’t like anything that was offered to them.  They were good eaters and although some of them might not like something, they never complained.  I made it quite clear early in their lives that we did not complain about our food.  And so we did not complain about our food.

Just as I had done, they learned to eat turnips and squash and pickles and tomatoes, and different kinds of breads and meats.  Never hurt them one single bit just like it had never hurt me.  Sometimes, they would even say, ‘boy this is really good, mom’.  And their father taught them to say, ‘that was a good meal,’ or ‘thanks for the dinner, mom.’

Just like money, nice dinners don’t grow on trees.  Your children should be taught to be open to trying all sorts of foods and you should be making a decent meal every night or every day or whenever you can.  Teach them to appreciate whatever they have.  And that brings up all sorts of issues for another blog sometime.  Like clothes and furniture and cars, etc.  Just teach them to appreciate you and what you do for them and all the other blessings in their lives.





PURTY

15 09 2011

Remember:  Purty is as Purty does!  My Nanma told me that almost every time I left the house when I was growing up.  This was her way of telling me to behave myself, be kind, be nice, and make everyone like me.  I have always appreciated that Purty advice.  It has held in good stead many a day when I wanted to bite someone’s head off.

After all, I am human just like everyone else.  And I get so tired of all the same old, same old bites in this world of today.  For instance, as I have already written in one of my blogs, I got so tired of teachers always telling me at the teacher’s conferences that ‘He could do better if he would just try.’. As far as I was concerned, she was the one who was supposed to make him want to try and if her classsroom was interesting, he definitely would have tried.  But then, I  had to hold my tongue and be Purty once again.  Or else be sent to the principal’s office.

And then the latest instance.  I ordered a medication from the drugstore this past week.  I had an infection come up on my leg and it was a real dilly, so had to have some pretty strong stuff to get rid of it.  I went by the drugstore and the doctor’s office had not called it in yet.  But the druggist wanted to know my date of birth so they would be looking for the prescription when it came in.   I ran some errands and then stopped by at the window once again.  The lady had never heard of any of this and she wanted to know my date of birth.  Then she disappeared from the window and I’m sure took her friends and relatives to lunch before coming back.  Then she informed me that if I wanted to wait, I would have to park in another parking lot and they would let me know when the meds were ready.  I said no thanks and went home to fume for awhile.

Next I called to ask if the medication was ready yet.   That lady had never heard of me either.  She wanted to know my date of birth.  Then she put me on hold and I heard all the advertisements at least once and was going around the second time when she finally came back to the phone.  Then she put me in touch with someone else who might know what I was talking about.  By this time, my leg could have fallen off.  But the lady assured me that they would have the medication ready soon.  So I started up the car once again and made another trip to the drugstore.  Then I had to wait in line behind four other cars.  When the front car didn’t move for a long time, I pulled around and parked and walked into the drug store.  There were about 40 people in front of me, but I guess I looked pitiful so the lady motioned for me to come forward.  By this time, I was ashamed of the way my leg looked and was pretty sure that was the reason I was summoned forward – so they could get rid of me.

After the lady went back into the pharmacy and evidently talked to everyone there, she finally came back and asked me my date of birth once again.  By this time, I was ready to lunge over the counter and tell her my date of birth in case she had not heard it before.  But then a pharmacist appeared with the bottle of pills and I just smiled and acted purty once again.

Then the medication made me feel really bad for the nest 8 days.  Think I’ll just give up, take to my rocking chair and try to be purty for the next 20 years.  Maybe then, someone else will take care of me.  Especially if I’m purty every day.  They might even ask me my date of birth.