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Survivor-Tocantins How is "Homeboy" going to do tonight?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Well another Thursday night watching T.V. something I never do (except The View, I love my girls, especially Joy) and now this. As I have posted before, a local man, the one they call coach is on Survivor- Tocantins, so for me it has peaked my interest. Ya know I do not care much about talking about people and I really don't want to make any enemies here, but the 2nd episode with his tongue slashing was pretty gross, and now the more I watch the more I do not see him pull his weight in any way. I have seen everyone run faster, work harder, etc. But all he seems to do is run his mouth. I wonder how long this is going to last? Of course our local papers state he is one hell of a guy. He is a "Coach" of a woman's sports team and believe it or not he has something to do with the Susanville Symphony. (I realize I probably should have been more informed about it all before writing this) But that's not why I am writing it.I think (for me anyway) he is the guy you love to hate. AND this IS A game afterall, and you never know, he may know EXACTLY what he is doing. So go get them again tonight "Coach" I will be watching just as a lot of homeboys and girls will be doing. Make Susanville proud.
Remember When?
Saturday, March 07, 2009Remember When?
If all this does not bring back memories for those of us a bit older than 50, I do not know where you may have been living! LOL!!!How's This For Nostalgia?
All the girls had ugly gym uniforms

It took five minutes for the TV to warm up.

Nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school.

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.

All your male teachers wore neckties and female teachers had their hair done every day and wore dresses.

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... '

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.
....as well, summers were filled with bike rides, baseball games, Hula Hoops, bowling 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'?

I am sharing this with you today because it ended with a Double Dog Dare to pass it on. To remember what a Double Dog Dare is, read on. And remember that the perfect age is somewhere between old enough to know better and too young to care.
Send this on to someone who can still remember Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, Laurel and Hardy, Howdy Doody, The Peanut Gallery, the Lone Ranger, The Shadow Knows, Nellie Bell, Roy and Dale, Trigger and Buttermilk.

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.

Telephone numbers with a word prefix...(Raymond 4-601). Party lines.

Peashooters.
Howdy Dowdy.

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 fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening?

It wasn't odd to have two or three 'Best Friends'.

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was 'cooties'.

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.

If you can remember most or all of these, Then You Have Lived!!!!
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their 'Grown-Up' Life . .
I Double-Dog-Dare-Ya!
Survivor-Tocantins
Thursday, February 19, 2009I never have been a television watcher. Never cared for it much at all. I suspect I might even have a slight case of A.D.D. as I can't simply just sit still for an hour watching T.V. let alone 3 hours or so for a movie. But all that changed last Thursday night when the premiere of this season "Survivor-Tocantins" started. You see we, (Lassen County, Ca.) have one of our own on it this season. I can't say that I know him. His name is Ben Wade and is being called Coach on the show. With that said something pulled me to the show last week. I suspect just a little recognition of our small towns. (He's from Susanville) although it was not mentioned, (the town) but northeastern Ca. was and that was good enough for me. All of Lassen county is talking about it, and it hooked me also.
So tonight I will be seated in a chair watching television about a man I do not know from a place I love with all my heart.
Go Lassen County, make us proud Ben Wade.

Is this a guy thing?
Sunday, January 18, 2009My husband loves to watch those shows crime shows that 1st there will be a murder and then it goes onto explain how they find the murderer. Sometimes its forensics which I do find fascinating. Most of these shows that he watches are pretty much before forensics came out, so it entails how they go about finding the murderer. Usually it seems to be a teenager, they always show the mother and her pain and there is always a graphic photo or two or 30 for me and any other watcher must handle . Then the description such as "They found the horribly decomposed body with a leg bone that has been taken away due to the animals in this area" etc.
Of course it goes without saying that if I were at home alone I would change the channel, DUH! But when it is your spouse who is so intrigued with this, well that's another can of worms. I NEVER sit and watch it, however I can not escape the sound. I also do have to walk through the room occasionally.
I have found when he watches these shows one after another, (and they ARE out there) I see my self getting depressed. I feel myself getting depressed. I start to think about the horrors of it all!
Does this happen to others or am I just a sissy La-La that can't handle shit!
And how can he not get depressed?
Where are his feelings?
Is this a guy thing?
I sure would like to know!
