Perfect times – are they lost?

Perfect times seem to be a thing of the past. I got thinking-I can still do that; an amazing fact!!! About how it was when I was I kid. Life seemed sooooo perfect and the books we read or the TV shows we watched were full of happy people and there was never violence. Those were happy times!!!

What sparked this off was an old TV show that I saw on TV the other day; depicting the happy family. You may remember – Mom stayed home and cooked and was always perfectly groomed and smiling no matter what happened – Are mom’s like that today???
The kids were clean and happy and never complained. Dad was happy too and came home in the evening with a smile on his face as if he just had the best day in his life…. Maybe he did and we just don’t know what he was up too??? I don’t want to ruin the perfectness here… so the dad had a great day at work and is plain old happy!!!

Then there was the great book with Dick & Jane and their dog Spot – that book taught me to read and everyone depicted in the book was happy even the mom & dad. Happiness never seemed to stop. It was everywhere you turned and I was happy too, and didn’t know any better. Life was full of happiness.

I can’t remember as a kid my parents even arguing…. They were happy too, ok- they got upset with me once in a while or our dog but those were only trivial setbacks as I see it now. But back then that meant the end of the world, if I got in trouble!!!

Somehow through the years people stopped being so happy on TV and the people around me don’t seem as happy as they were years ago either. What has happened to being happy?????? Or has the world changed soooo much that people have forgotten what it is like to be happy.

Sometimes I wish for those carefree and happy days of the past again, because people seemed more relaxed and not always in a hurry or worrying about the latest up-date on their social network or some other device that distracts us, so that we have no time to relax and enjoy life.

It would be great to see more content & happy people around – and not in the superficial sense either. Will those sort of days ever come back or are they lost forever??????????

Endless advice III – The End

With all the endless & excessive advice around I thought it was only proper to mention the ending of a relationship too. I mean really these things do happen today and so one shouldn’t forget these wonderful words of wisdom from the knowledgeable experts the- scientist.

Now that you know you want to dump your partner you just need to plan the right strategy… but what could it be and why do you want to leave your relationship???? Just question after question and I still don’t know what I should do here. I need help!!!

Maybe my guy is cheating on me… now to find this out and there are 7 signals for this too. Hummm, ok he never comes home on time and has the smell of some other women’s perfume on his clothes… Definitely a good indicator???? Or it could be that he wants a newer model that has a new guarantee and the parts are in better shape. I could worry myself to death just trying to come up with the 7 signs of cheating.

But it could be that people have just drifted apart and maybe that’s where the 7 signs that a relationship will end comes into play. Stress is everywhere and how to cope?????

Though the 7 signs that things aren’t going too well could be easy to figure out. At least I think so……….

1. You never talk to each other…. A very obvious signal if you ask me.

2. Everyone does their own thing…… Ok, if that’s what they want.

3. Separate bedrooms….. Could be that things aren’t looking tooooo good.

4. Communicate only via your cell phone or leave a note in the kitchen…. Not a good sign and heading to the road of disaster.

5. You get a letter from your guy or gals lawyer…… I think this really means the end is just around the corner, so start packing.

6. The dog doesn’t like you anymore…. That is the worst thing that could happen!!!!

7. Your stuff is waiting for you on the front porch when you come home from work….. It’s over, sorry!!!!

Boy I managed all that and still am alive…. But then there are the rules I need to follow too to break-up. What should I do and where do I turn….. This is really confusing to say the least and what will my mental state be when this is over???? That isn’t mentioned in the advice, and so I feel as if they have left me hanging. I want answers!!!!!

What I would like to know does any of that endless advice out there really work and who thinks it up??? I don’t know a sole who would even consider any of that nonsense that is written.

Enough for now; I am finished with the endless advice about relationships and whatever direction yours is going I am sure you can manage without all the endless advice floating around!

Text Me a Date

As the heading implies this is for both guys and gals looking for the perfect date or partner via texting with your cell phone. I bet you have never really thought about this before or even tried it have you?

Well, I can say I never have but then again I’m from the old school where I want to see what I am getting into and not get a shock of my life… if you know what I mean? Plus the added costs involved with texting may put a dent in my bank account and that I want to avoid at all costs!

But let me explain to you how this supposedly nifty little ritual works if you haven’t already tried it.

You decided that you want to meet someone or are looking to replace your present model be it a guy or gal. Well, all you have to do is sign up with the agency for a small fee of about $300.00 and a cell phone is included in the price but then there are rules you have to abide by and that can be somewhat of a drawback.

You have to text with the person for at least 3 months before you can meet-up and no pictures are allowed to be sent; either of you or of the other person thus creating an air of mystery around both of you.
Doesn’t that sound trilling ??

Plus, there is a small texting fee of 0.29 cents per text you send. But that shouldn’t put you off when you are seriously looking for a new partner or replacement. I calculated 6 texts a day x 6 months = $156.60 -> so the person better be worth it.

You start texting with the person and they describe themselves and what they do and so forth. And you can just imagine girls that could be the man of your dreams and can hardly wait to meet-up with him because you have fallen in love with his text messages and feel swept off your feet. Well the time is up and your heart is fluttering and you doll yourself up for the evening and there he is waiting for you at the restaurant sitting at the table and you wonder to yourself “ is that the guy I have been texting with for the past 3 months?”

Somehow, he doesn’t really look like the description he used of himself in the text message or maybe he had been sniffing the cork when he wrote you and so naturally his thoughts could have been somewhat distorted from alcohol. But, you say to yourself “he wrote such lovely texts, so he has to be a nice guy.”
You force yourself over to the table and he is automatically in love with you. Than what???

Save me!!

I am sure you would be able to get yourself out of this with some sort of trusty white lie; like -> oh, I forgot to take the dog out before I came here and I must rush back home right now or else he may crap on my new carpet. Nothing worse than a stained carpet to ruin your evening.

And there you go your evening is saved!

Now guys, you may be faced with a similar problem with this form of dating too. But, no fears either if the gal isn’t exactly what you thought she would be.

You say to her: Just a moment I need my app for excuses and then you can say -> Oh, I forgot today is Tuesday and every week at this time I meet-up with all my buddies at our knitting group, so sorry I have to rush now because I don’t what to miss out on how to knit a pair of socks. And there you go freed from the turmoil of the date.

I really don’t think the gal would believe you but then again it’s better than telling her straight out that you are not interested.

But I could be wrong here with this and maybe you both may hit it off and have a great time and then it’s money well invested. And if that is true then I hope both of you enjoy yourselves together!

The smell of great food

Today brings back memories of my childhood where my mom would always cook-up a real great tasting meal for us and we would devour it in less than 30 minutes.

My mom spent hours in the kitchen preparing the meal. We never ate fish like other folks; we ate roast beef and boy was that good!!

I was always amazed at how my mom always managed to whip-up such a great meal and after slaving in the kitchen for hours still be in a good mood. Though one year her mood turned sour when Cesar our Great Dane dog did something that got him thrown out of the house for a couple of days.

Like always on this day every year my grandparents were there and my mom was busy like always and I had to stay out of the way and keep an eye on Cesar too. I wasn’t too happy about keeping an eye on the dog because I wanted to do other things like play outside. But since I was cleaned up for the day that meant staying inside whiling my time away with the dog.

Cesar and I were having a good time in my bedroom reading books together on my bed. He was a very attentive listener and knew good literature when he heard it, but somehow I must have dosed off reading to him and never noticed that he had slipped off the bed and left my bedroom and snuck downstairs into the kitchen where my mom was basting the roast beef -> bingo!!

My mom had placed the OPEN roasting pan on the oven door and had her back turned to the oven and how Cesar managed was beyond me. But he managed some how to get the roast beef out of the roasting pan without burning himself and came back up stairs into my room with the roast in his mouth.

You can image the scream that came from the kitchen from my mom!!!

And at the same time she screamed I woke up to find Cesar lying at the foot of my bed enjoying a roast. I was still somewhat a sleep but when my mom & dad came into my room I was wide awake and Cesar was pulled off the bed and the roast was taken away from him and I got in big trouble for not keeping an eye on the dog.

Poor Cesar had to stay outside for a couple of days in the cold.

My mom was really upset to say the least and so we were served bread and gravy with vegetables because the roast was already eaten.

I must say when I look back at that day, that it was somehow great fun and the food was good too. There was never a dull day at our house when I was growing up and my mom had nerves of steel to put up with such goings on. But there’s one thing for sure no matter how dire things were she always had a smile on her face and said a kind word about everything.

I wish everyone reading this a Happy Easter and enjoy your time with your family and friends!

The Chocolate Bunny

It was brought to my attention that Easter is just around the corner and hopefully the Easter bunny will find his way to my place with his GPS tracking system.

I can remember when I was a kid that was a great time of year and I believed that the Easter bunny visited our house not like kids now-a-days not believing in anything. And if the weather was warm enough we could search for Easter eggs outside; though I did have to be pretty fast because if I wasn’t our dog Cesar would find the chocolate eggs before me and eat them paper and all. The amazing part was that Cesar never got sick from eating so much chocolate with paper and if he did I never noticed it.

But I can remember one Easter that was really cold and the snow was still on the ground so that meant no looking for chocolate eggs outside. But that didn’t dampen my spirits because I knew the Easter bunny would come to my house and hide some chocolate eggs anyways.

Like always I got up early hoping to get a glimpse of the Easter bunny but no luck. The Easter bunny was like Santa Claus you never saw either of them but they always left you something great!

Well, on this cold Easter Sunday I thought I found all the small chocolate eggs and was enjoying myself eating them before breakfast. As they always said “start the day off right with a nutritious breakfast.” Well I was!!!

Anyways, the day went on and was over and Monday arrived. My parents never notice that I never found the large chocolate Easter bunny nor did I know anything about it. And since it was Monday my mom like always washed the cloths and once the washing machine was finished threw all the cloths into the wonderful dryer and you guessed it -> my chocolate Easter bunny was hidden in the dryer…

The kitchen seemed to fill-up with the lovely smell of melting chocolate and at first I thought “WOW, mom’s baking something” but quickly realized that wasn’t so. But I could still smell chocolate. My mom came into the kitchen and asked me what I was up to? I told her that I thought she was baking cookies but she said no and that I shouldn’t be in the kitchen.

I didn’t give-up so fast and asked what are you baking because it smells so good and then it dawned on my mom and she asked me “ Did you eat your large chocolate Easter bunny?” I said: No, I didn’t know the Easter bunny brought me one. My mom turned white as a sheet and opened the dryer to see all the freshly washed laundry covered in chocolate. I was devastated when I saw that and asked my mom why did the Easter bunny put my chocolate bunny in the dryer?

My poor mom was speechless but came up with a quick answer saying that the Easter bunny was afraid of Cesar and was worried that he would eat the chocolate bunny.
I was young enough to believe the story but my poor mom had to rewash all the cloths and scrape all the chocolate out of the dryer and never again was a chocolate bunny hidden in the dryer.

Childhood memories

Now that spring is here and the sun is shining I got to thinking about those wonderful spring days of my childhood. We spent hours outside and our parents never worried about us and we were free to do whatever we wanted to do. Those were the days!!

Every spring myself and 4 other kids would meet-up to walk to the pond to catch pollywogs ( I hope that I spelt the word correctly.?) in our pails. I was the supplier of the pails because somehow my dad always seemed to have an endless supply of ½ gallon pails for us and we were always grateful for that. We would walk about a mile and ½ to the pond and take our socks & shoes off and wade into the ice cold water and at the same time our feet would turn blue from the cold. But we never got sick from that cold water; we were tough kids back then immune to everything!

After catching our pollywogs we would then count them to see who had the most. I always had the feeling that I was counting the same ones but I was never really sure. Then we would march back home with our pails to show our parents the wonders of nature in our pails. It was always exciting because you had to maneuver your way through the woods and not drop your pail or else that was the end of your pollywogs and they then went to pollywog heaven.

My parents wouldn’t let me keep my pollywogs because my mom thought that was cruel. I never understood her because in the pond there were millions of those things and that’s no joke either! But when my mom said bring your pollywogs back to the pond I normally went over to a friend’s house that had an inflatable swimming pool and we would dump them all in there and feed them daily and watch their progress and see how they grew their legs and turned into frogs.

That was real action not any computer games, TV or such. We learned about nature first hand and spent many wonderful hours outside doing such great things.

Though I do have one memory from my pollywog days that got us in real trouble. We normally took the dog with us that belonged to an elderly lady who live near us. I think the dog was a bit of a handful for her because he was a boxer and loved to run around with us until that afternoon.
Like always we picked Brutus up on our daily hike to the pond to check out what was happening to the pollywogs.

Normally we weren’t afraid of anything except skunks!!!

We were always told to steer clear of them but on that day we were too busy with our pollywogs to watch what Brutus was doing and while we were wading in the water we heard Brutus let out a sort of cry and thought quick we have to see what happened to him and you guessed it right -> the skunk sprayed Brutus and boy did he stink!!!!!!

We thought we could wash him in the pond but that didn’t work and so we went to one of my friend’s house and sprayed Brutus with room air freshener thinking that would do the trick and you know how kids are we somehow forgot about Brutus stinking and brought him back home and said we would visit him tomorrow.

About an hour later my mom got a phone call from Brutus’s owner saying that Brutus stunk like a skunk and did I know anything about it? I couldn’t lie and said yes but pretended that I really wasn’t sure what a skunk was. Bad move on my part because that was the end of my pollywog’s that spring and we all were grounded for a week. But that didn’t stop us from doing the same thing next year -> looking for pollywogs.

We did that for years until somehow we all grew out of that and our interests changed and that was the end of the pollywogs.

TV & Ironing

I know this doesn’t sound like such an earth moving topic but I thought it really is. I had to iron the other day and I am sure many of you love to do this job just as much as I do.

Well, when I am doing this job I always love to switch on the TV and watch some stimulating entertainment that will amuse me while I am ironing. So as I was zapping through the channels I came across a program about mothers looking for wives for their adult sons. Now I thought I have to watch this! It’s a sad day when a guy about 35 years old needs his mom to go on TV for him to find him a wife.

But since I was home alone I thought this is the program to watch while ironing, and thank goodness that I had everything set-up before the program started so I wouldn’t miss a second of the show ( I mean set-up the ironing board and the other stuff plus a good glass of wine to make the job go more smoothly because I may need it by the time this program is over.) I was sure there would be some real interesting guys on this program and I wanted to be on the safe side to make sure that I didn’t pick the wrong man out in my life. I can just image there I am stuck with the wrong model and I have to let the better model slip through my fingers because I wasn’t watching this program.

Gals take note: Do no miss out on such programs if you are unsure of your present model!!!

Anyways, they showed some guy about 36 years old and his mom was telling about all the good traits that he has. I must say he isn’t really my kind a guy -> maybe I’m tooooooo choosy. Though, the guy’s mom goes on as if she is selling a used car and listing the features that come with it. Plus seemingly forgetting to mention if the warranty is still good or not.

I would not be interested if the warranty still wasn’t valid. You know-> just image you take the joker home with you and you find out that all the parts have rusted and that he needs an overhaul, and let alone all the other things that he brings along could be on the verge of needing expensive refurbishing. NO THANK YOU!!!

But one mom listed her son’s traits something like this:

He can repair small appliances -> I can too, so why do I need him, and if he was so good where’s his girlfriend?

Loves to be at home -> What woman in her right mind wants to stay home all the time? Not me! That’s the reason why his last girlfriend probably left him.

Is faithful -> Is the guy a dog?

Collects bottle caps -> only more junk to dust and maybe that didn’t impress his last girlfriend enough to stay around.

But a guy with such traits is really hard to resist.

But please everyone don’t tell my boyfriend about me watching such programs because he may get jealous and who knows he may dump me because he may think that I want to replace him with a newer model.

The more and more the moms spoke the more engrossed in the program I got and so I said the heck with ironing and sat down on the couch with my glass of wine to enjoy the program.

I was sooooo hooked on learning more about these prospective guys because the things they could do just seemed to top what my boyfriend can do. And while sitting on the sofa watching this program there was a short commercial break were you could call-up and say that you found a guy interesting.

I had to fight with myself because guy #2 was soooo interesting and that I wanted to meet him and by the time the commercial was over I just couldn’t think straight anymore. I was in a state asking myself: “ Stay with your boyfriend or dump him for the guy on TV?”

So I started to make a list of things that my boyfriend can and can’t do.

He can’t fix things very good -> That’s why I’m there.

Takes me out -> That’s why I’m there.

We don’t argue 7 times a day -> That’s why I’m there.

So it seems to me now after listing everything that I will stay with him. And that means that I won’t get a chance to meet all those great guys on TV. But then again I am sure somewhere on this planet there are gals out there just waiting to fall into their arms.

I wish all those guys on TV looking for chicks “good luck” and sorry but you can count me out because I have to finish my ironing.