Sunny Screen

The sunny days of summer and sun screen seem to go together somehow. Now-a-days we use sunscreen to protect our skin from those harmful rays just waiting or lurking outside our homes to say to our skin – “Are you using sunscreen?” And if not than wait a couple of hours and you’ll look like a lobster…

When I was a kid no one every really thought about how those rays from the sun could do damage to our skin. It was more like let’s see how red can we get and in the evening be in excruciating pain from the sunburn… But no one ever said it was bad for us.. Just the opposite “Fresh air & sunshine will do you good.” Or maybe some of you remember the baby oil crazy where everyone thought putting that on your skin was good too… Then again not thinking that it may be working like a magnifying glass.

Those were the days of pure nativity and we had fun!
No worries- mom just pushed me outside for the day and said wear your hat so your face doesn’t get too red. I was happy to oblige and run around in the great sunny weather and enjoy life. Do kids do that today?? I wonder sometimes, because I don’t see them outside playing like we did years ago…. Somehow it all seems so sad.

Now, first the kids have to have the right clothing on then creamed-up with sunscreen and then given instructions and then are allowed to go outside..Boy ,if I had to experience that before going outside as a kid I would have definitely been impatient and run out of the house because I would have been worried that I would have missed out on the action with the other kids, and that was definitely something to worry about and not worrying if I had sunscreen on my skin!! Priorities that’s what it was …..

I remember a friend I used to hang around with and she was a permanent red in the summer but that was healthy her mom used to say… Naturally we all were various shades of red. You just had to line us up and there you had it…. I mean from lobster red to a pale pink, so we covered the color spectrum really good. Sunburn was fun and we could prove it!

Those sunny days and the mean rays from the sun just burning away at our skin brought joy to us and we could compare our sunburns too. Who was the reddest or who was the palest( bad)… that meant you weren’t allowed outside because you were grounded for doing some minor thing (major thing back then) like saying something bad or even worse hitting someone

Oh those sunny summer days of sunbathing without the proper sunscreen are gone forever, because now I have to worry about those vicious rays ruining my skin as soon as I take one step out the door and the aging which it does to my skin too. It never did any of that years ago. Has the sun taken a disliking to me?

So, don’t forget before you go outside next time to use sunscreen or else those harmful rays from the sun could damage your skin now-a-days.

Those were the Days!

Below is something I just wanted to share with you that I got from my Aunt,and because I think it’s good for a laugh but brings back those great memories of those carefree childhood days. Enjoy reading and I hope it brings a smile to your face!

All the girls had ugly gym uniforms? And wore tennis shoes not $200 Nike’s!

It took three minutes for the TV to warm up.

Nobody owned a purebred dog.

When a quarter was a decent allowance.

You’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.

Your Mom wore nylons that came in two pieces.

You got your windshield cleaned, oil checked, and gas pumped, without asking, all for free, every time. And you didn’t pay for air? And, you got trading stamps to boot.

Laundry detergent had free glasses, dishes or towels hidden inside the box.

It was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.

They threatened to keep kids back a grade if they failed… and they did it!

When a 57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car…to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races, and people went steady.

No one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked.

Lying on your back in the grass with your friends… and saying things like, ‘That cloud looks like a… ‘.

Playing baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game.

Stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no one had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger…

And with all our progress, don’t you just wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace, and share it with the children of today.

When being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited the student at home.

Basically we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we survived because their love was greater than the threat.

And our summers were filled with bike rides, Hula Hoops, and visits to the pool, and eating Kool-Aid powder with sugar.

Didn’t that feel good, just to go back and say, ‘Yeah, I remember that’.

How Many Of These Do You Remember?
Candy cigarettes…

Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside…

Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles…

Coffee shops with Table Side Jukeboxes…

Blackjack, Clove and Teaberry chewing gum…

Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers…

Newsreels before the movie…

Telephone numbers with a word prefix…( Yukon 2-601). Party lines…

Peashooters…

Hi-Fi’s& 45 RPM records…

78 RPM records…

Green Stamps…

Mimeograph paper…

The Fort Apache Play Set…

Do You Remember a Time When Decisions were made by going…
‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’?

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, ‘Do Over!’

‘Race issue’ meant arguing about who ran the fastest?

Catching The Fireflies Could Happily Occupy An Entire Evening.

It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘Best
Friends’…

Having a Weapon in School meant being caught with a Slingshot.

Saturday morning cartoons weren’t 30-minute commercials for action figures.

‘Oly-oly-oxen-free’ made perfect sense.

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles.

The Worst Embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

War was a card game.

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

Taking drugs meant orange flavored chewable aspirin.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

App to Happ

Now there’s finally something that will make my day a happy one – the “happy app” or if I need to lose weight the –”weighty app” ( the real names I don’t know) but to just stare at the screen of my cell phone and be hypnotized into thinking that I am happy or will lose weight seems a bit farfetched. But if you have more money than you know what to do with then by all means beeeee cooooool and buy the thing.

I have made-up some pill color examples :

I can see some positive advantages to getting one of those little pictures of a pill…… I show the green pill a symbol for money to my guy when I am a bit strapped for cash and after 30 seconds he says” Honey how much do you need?” – I feel better already just at that thought. No need to worry. Or it could be great at the office. Just imagine, normally you worry about how can approach your boss for a pay rise???? No problem!!! Just show your boss the screen of your cell phone with the “green pill” on it and after 30 seconds…. He/ she says; “of, course you can.” Now that’s something to smile about!!! So I am happy…..

Then there’s probably the”yellow pill” for the day when the sun isn’t shining. Again look at the little “yellow pill” and there you are sitting on the beach enjoying yourself soaking up a little sunshine. The wonders of the imagination… Mine still works, thank goodness!
But this app could be a real nerve saver at the office when everyone is in a bad mood… go around to your colleagues and show them the app and I am sure that would lighten their spirits up. But be careful the boss doesn’t catch you and get mad at you, because then you need the “yellow & black pill” – for how to make my boss in a better mood – use sparingly.

With the “black pill” one should take heed and not over do it, but if you want others to be in a bad mood , because maybe your spirits are down then this “black pill” is good….. Can’t be happy all the time! Just a quick glance at the” black pill” and it makes you feel that something isn’t going the way it should be… a gray cloud is looming overhead!!

Then there’s the “pink pill” for gals…. USE WITH EXTREME CAUTION!!! This is the shopping pill. Just a quick glimpse at this pill and you are in a trance and ready for a day out at the mall…. But beware; do you have enough small change in your handbag for this adventure?????

Guys there is something for you too – the “orange pill” this little pill once you look at it puts you in the right frame of mind for an evening out with the guys to watch the game. NOTE: this is not recommended for gals!

And not to forget the “invisible pill” this is for those on diets. Just one look at the “invisible pill” and your hunger is cured. Don’t know the exact scientific principle but, I guess its trial and error with this one and no guarantee.

I wonder if you need a prescription for these pills and are they sold at your local drug store alongside the aspirins and such???? Next time your there could you check for us? – Thanks

Camping memories

Summer is slowly coming to an end and the days are getting shorter and that got me to thinking about my times as a kid when I used to camp-out in the back yard in my pup tent with my friends. Those were the days.. Three girls and a Great Dane in a three man tent!

There we were professional campers who knew how to set-up such a tent and as 10 year olds we needed all the right stuff too in the tent. Plenty to eat and drink and of course it wasn’t healthy; a supply of good books and flashlights, and there we were ready for adventure that would come our way.

We were always a bit leery of a thunder storm because we always thought we may end up like one of those cartoon characters on TV who were charcoaled and their hair was standing on ends so, if there was any chance of a storm we darted for the house and camped inside…. Not as fun as outside because inside in the den my parents could see what we were up too and say when to turn the lights out. They were real party poopers!!!
Parents never seemed to understand the adventure in our camping and nor do I now when I think back on it.

Outside in the backyard in our tent exposed to the elements and to all the dangerous creatures that were lurking around in the dark just waiting to attack our tent. Those were scary times and then the owl made a noise and that made you almost jump out of your skin with fear, because we had been reading scary stories with our flashlights. Plus Cesar was there to protect us from the perils that were out there that we couldn’t see so never had to fear about the owl attacking our tent.

Once we got settled in under the blankets and Cesar lying at our feet waiting patiently for us to fall asleep and then he would creep under the blankets and push us all out from under them and we would wake up freezing in the morning while he was warm and sound asleep under the blankets. Cesar loved camping with us and as soon as he saw the tent he was the first one in it and you couldn’t get him out of it either. He knew a good thing!!!

It was sometimes a bit damp when it started to rain because the tent would leak if you accidentally touched the side of it and there I would lay with water dripping on me or I woke up damp because I touch the tent while I was asleep.

Those were great times and they are great memories too but then we got older and somehow camping in a little green tent with Cesar had lost its appeal and we wanted to be gown-up and not some babies who slept in the backyard in a tent. Cesar was sad too when we didn’t want to camp with him anymore because I know he loved the times that we all spent together in the little tent and how many times it collapsed because Cesar forgot he was in the tent an stood up taking the tent with him and we would scream at him for ruining our fun and he would just stand there wagging his tail as if to say “I want some fun too.”

Enjoy the last of the summer because it seems to be almost over for the year!

Out of office – no reply

That’s the sentence I love to write when I know that I am going on vacation and won’t be in the office for the next two weeks, so I want to tell the world that I am not sitting at my desk waiting for your email. So leave me alone!

But sometimes people forget to change the message and there you are sending them an important business email only to receive an answer that says “out of office on vacation”. Then I hate that sentence because I know they are back at work and sitting at their desk and probably drinking coffee and reading the newspaper or showing everyone their vacation photos.

But then there are those who forget that little message and off I go and write my email containing all that important stuff and after a couple of days waiting and still no reply; I decide to give that person a call and a polite PA will answer the phone and say “I’m sorry but they are on vacation for the next 2 weeks.” I could explode in such cases because it is something important and I need an answer. They don’t like me …..or anyone else for that matter – so I don’t feel so bad now.

Though I know vacations are important too but one mustn’t forget to tell some other folks too who may need to know that information. Though I will admit I would never call anyone when they are on vacation. That would be a nightmare in itself. There you are having a great time on the beach or wherever and all of a sudden your cell phones rings to tell you that you have emails to answer. The day is ruined!!

I read that a lot of bosses expect their employees to be on call on vacation if anything important pops-up. What’s important I ask? Because, what is important to one person isn’t always important to another person and I would not want my boss sending me emails about irrelevant information just so that I should answer them.

I wonder how many people in the world ignore those sorts of emails and get on enjoying their vacation instead of thinking about work? I bet there are quite a few.

Enjoy your “out of office” time and then there’s no reason to reply.

Dresden, Germany

An assortment of photos taken by me of Dresden, Germany.

The city offers a wide array of museums and other cultural points of interest.

Art museum

Paddle boat on the elbe

Fürstenzug on a wall on a side street

Typical side street similar to as it was before reunification

Passing away of a loved one with a coffee in your hand!

I just read the craziest or the most tasteless thing- depending on how you see it. A funeral home plans to open a coffee shop on its premises in a room next to where people are morning the passing away of their loved one.

I would not want to work in that coffee shop and be in a room next to where someone is in a coffin waiting for their burial. It seems everyone is only out to make money and not do anything for anyone else, especially grieving relatives. Funerals cost enough and I am sure that funeral home can afford to give the grieving souls something to drink for the prices they charge.

There is the person in their coffin and if they only knew that all their relatives would be sitting there and listening to the service with a cappuccino in a paper cup in their hands; I am sure if the person in the coffin could- they would sit-up and say “Hey, show a little respect for me and forget the dam coffee for a while!” because once the coffee is there then comes the cell phone for the next distraction to text your friends to say –I’m having a coffee a at a funeral, and it tastes good too.

Or during the service someone decides to get up and get themselves a cup of coffee not even realizing what they are doing but only thinking about the coffee and forgetting about the service for the person who has passed away.
I feel sorry for the person in the coffin!

Or another problem could arise from such nonsense- The pole bearers are standing around outside having a coffee and a cigarette and forget all about their job that they have to do and then someone has to find them and get them to come inside and do their job.

At least someone will have a job even if it is in a funeral home. So I guess that is good, because otherwise I cannot think of one good reason for the coffee shop to be there!

The world seems to be getting crazier and crazier. Ok, I accept the online condolence book, where everyone can write something and the memories are kept alive online for eternity.

What happed to the saying you should respect the dead? It seems like always those words or thoughts do not come into the scene anymore- only I want to make cash even if the people are grieving!

I guess everyone has to decide for themselves now-a-days how funerals should be arranged. I can only say right now- when my time comes I do not what my friends or family there looking at me with a paper cup of coffee in their hand!

Respect your loved ones when they pass away and forget about your coffee for a few hours.

Warm Weather and Winter Fashion

Well, summer is here and we can enjoy warm days on the beach and sit back and relax. So one thinks! Retailers have other thoughts in their minds like –WINTER

There I was the other day strolling down the street only to see in a store window winter apparel, by this I mean winter coats, sweaters and the lot. Whatever happened too cold weather fashions being sold when the weather starts to get cold? Do retailers know what the real calendar seasons are or do they have any idea about what sort of weather is outside? I doubt it

Now-a-days it seems that every season starts months before in stores and when the calendar season is there then you can forget about buying the seasons fashions because it is sold out.
I am not going to look for a winter coat when I could be enjoying the warm weather outside. Plus the thought alone makes me shiver…. I see snowflakes before my eyes and the sun is shining. Where’s my good weather app?

And to top it off, if I buy a winter coat now it may be out of fashion by the time the cold weather starts, so then I need to buy a new one to keep-up with the fashion trends. Though I will admit I am not always a “must have” person but more of “what I like” and not main stream.

The troubles of women’s fashion!!!

Ok, there’s a positive side to all this. All the summer apparel is on sale and if you are lucky- I stress LUCKY you may find some great bargains!! My life is saved… As a gal who loves to shop I wonder the stores in search of the perfect summer outfit and have you ever noticed that -> off to the sales you go with a fist full of cash and with the hope of finding that top, dress or pair of shoes that you wanted and you enter the store and maneuver your way through the crowds only to be disappointed by the fact that all those great bargains are not in your size.

The frustration of sales!!

But luck was on my side and I actually bought 1 item that I was looking for and saved a fortune. I love sales!!

A small request to all retailers… Please wait for fall for the winter fashions and not put it in the store window when it’s 80°F outside, because no one in their right mind will buy a winter coat to wear to the beach in the summer. Or am I mistaken????

The Milkman

Many people still live where the milkman delivers the milk daily to their doorsteps. What a lovely service and too bad this wasn’t everywhere around the world; where you could just leave a note and the same day or the next day your order will/ would be filled . But does anyone ever think about the notes that are left for the milkman and that that person delivers you your milk rain or shine and sometimes fighting the perils of dogs cats & sheep.

When I lived in England we had a pet sheep on our property and he was the official guard dog too and he just loved the milkman but I don’t think the milkman loved Buddy as much as Buddy loved him.

The milkman came faithfully daily to our door and delivered my milk according to what was written on my note that I had stuck in the empty bottle. The wonderful things in life!

Though I think those notes that a milkman gets can sometimes be a bit confusing leaving the milkman to wonder what exactly does the person really want.

Below is a little collection that was passed on to me of notes left for milkmen. Who wrote the notes- I have no idea, but I can thank my aunt again for this great bit of info! – Thank you

Dear Milkman:

I’ve just had a baby, please leave another one.

Please don’t leave any more milk. All they do is drink it.

Milkman, please close the gate behind you because the birds keep pecking the tops off the milk.

Milkman, please could I have a loaf but not bread today.

Sorry about yesterday’s note. I didn’t mean one egg and a dozen pints, but the other way round.

When you leave my milk please knock on my bedroom window and wake me because I want you to give me a hand to turn the mattress.

Please knock. My TV’s broken down and I missed last night’s Coronation Street. If you saw it, will you tell me what happened over a cup of tea?

Milk is needed for the baby. Father is unable to supply it.

From now on please leave two pints every other day and one pint on the days in between, except Wednesdays and Saturdays when I don’t want any milk.

My back door is open. Please put milk in ‘fridge, get money out of cup in drawer and leave change on kitchen table in pence, because we want to play bingo tonight.

Please leave no milk today. When I say today, I mean tomorrow, for I wrote this note yesterday.

When you leave the milk please put the coal on the boiler, let dog out and put newspaper inside the screen door. P.S. Don’t leave any milk.

No milk. Please do not leave milk at No. 15 either as he is dead until further notice.

Those are just some of the great little notes and so please remember if you live where there is milkmen please write them a note that they will understand. Enjoy your glass of milk!

Soccer Mania

The soccer excitement is still going strong in some countries but my guy is devastated because his countries team lost to Italy turning his life into a disaster.. the perils of being a soccer fan!

Yesterday seemed as if the world had ended even though we had nice weather outside. But the loosing of his team brought a dark cloud over our house and he and his buddies sat there in the living room with water in their eyes. A very moving moment for anyone looking at them all there in my living room.
I could be a wise guy and say “ I wish I filmed it”, but that’s being a bit harsh on them.

I sympathize with them all but somehow I cannot get so emotional about the whole thing – maybe this is a guy thing and gals just aren’t tuned into such things when it comes to soccer matches. I really don’t know.

But anyways; there’s a cute turtle that was to forecast which team would win and he seemed to get a bit sidetracked with the passing away of his cousin the 100 year old turtle and forgot all about predicting which team would win.
Maybe that’s why the team didn’t win because “schröte” was so slow getting around to thinking about which team would win.
A very disappointing fact for “Schröte” fans. Then to top it off “Schröte” got plastered too, and so I think this could be the end of his career as a turtle reporter and forecaster, because he didn’t concentrate on his job and let emotions & alcohol take over.

But other countries can rejoice in the fan fair on the weekend with the climax of which team will win, and of course my guy will be watching glued to the TV set watching the game as a discerning living room spectator.

But I wonder will “Schröte” the turtle predict which team will win? I am sitting on the edge of my chair waiting patiently for his prediction. I love soccer and it’s turtle!