This, That, and All The Other Things!

Robert — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 23:15:02 +0000

My Thoughts

Robert — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 21:59:54 +0000

People will forget what you said.

People will forget what you did…

but they will never forget how you made them feel.

Robert

Musings

Robert — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 23:10:34 +0000

What It Means To Be Adopted

Teacher Debbie Voon’s first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had different color hair then the other family members.One child suggested that he was adoopted, and a little girl named Jocelynn Jay said,”I know all about adotions because I am adopted.”

“What does it mean to be adopted?” asked another child.

“It means,” said Jocelynn, “that you grew in your mother’s heart instead of her tummy.”

George Dolon

Worth Repeating

Robert — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 22:57:58 +0000

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul.

_Gen. Douglas MacArhur

Reflections

Robert — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 20:25:03 +0000

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no
need for recording things, someone was always home.

We only had a living room where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family those two rooms would work
out fine.

We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two, But
always there was one of them with something worth
the view.
For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton’s onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked
to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty
Crocker’s book.

Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,

We all did things together — even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.

Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were without our own
cell phone.
Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.

Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball — and no game video.

Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn’t need insurance or a lawyer to defend?

The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for
you.
Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And
when you went to pay for it you used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person had to really count?

The milkman used to go from door to door, And it was just
a few cents more than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters came right to your
door, Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every
store.
The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it
was sent; There were not loads of mail addressed to
“present occupant.”

There was a time when just one glance was all that it
would take, And you would know the kind of car, the
model and the make.

They didn’t look like turtles trying to squeeze out every
mile; They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and
really had some style.

One time the music that you played whenever you would
jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.

The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And
then the records would drop down and play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,
And always we were striving, trying for a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run?

And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle
spokes.

And for a nickel red machines had little bottled
Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.

How old is grandpa?…………….Read on…………..

Stay with this — the answer is at the end. It will blow you away.

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandfather replied, “Well, let me think a minute,
I was born before:
television
penicillin
polio shots frozen foods
Xerox
contact lenses
Frisbees and
the pill

There were no:
credit cards
laser beams or
ball-point pens

Man had not invented:
pantyhose
air conditioners
dishwashers
clothes dryers
and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
man hadn’t yet walked on the moon

Your Grandmother and I got married first, . . . and then lived together.
Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, “Sir”.
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.”
We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the T en Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were people who closed their front doors when the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President’s speeches on our radios.
And I don’t ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan’ on it, it was junk
The term ‘making out’ referred to how you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-crea m cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . . but who could afford one?
Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.

In my day:
”grass” was mowed,
”coke” was a cold drink,
”pot” was something your mother cooked in and
“rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby.
“Aids” were helpers in the Principal’s office,
” chip” meant a piece of wood,
”hardware” was found in a hardware store and
“software” wasn’t even a word.

And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap… and how old do you think I am?
I bet you have this very old man in mind…you are in for a shock!
Read on to see — pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.

Are you ready ?????

This man would be only 60 years old!

My Thoughts

Robert — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 04:34:06 +0000

Musings

Robert — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 03:39:32 +0000

Values

To realize the value of ten years: Ask a newly divorced couple.

To realize the value of four years: Ask two, now single, high school sweethearts.

To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

To realize the value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.

To realize the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

To realize the value of one minute: Ask a person who has missed the train,bus or plane.

To realize the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident.

To realize the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

Vegetable hints

Robert — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 23:28:38 +0000

Asparagus: Buy asparagus spears that are firm, with deep green or purplish closed tips.

To store, stand spears upright in a container filled with about 1-inch of water. Cover loosely with a plastic bag and refrigerate.

Green Beans: green beans should be bright green and feel velvety. Although best used right away, you can store green beans in a plastic bag for up to five days.

The fuzzy brown skin on a Kiwi is edible and has no distinguishable flavor, but for appearance sake most people pare away and eat only the green flesh. Kiwi fruit cannot be used in gelatin salads or desserts because the papain enyzme prevents it from gelling.

Peppers: Pick peppers that have green stems and feel heavier than their size. Peppers do best when stored unwashed in the crisper in a loose plastic bag.

Red pepper flakes, chili pepper and even paprika are great ways to make mild foods sizzle while keeping the salt at bay. Many studies even suggest that spicy foods can increase your metabolism naturally.

Not so healthy

Robert — Mon, 06 Aug 2007 23:19:39 +0000

Arby’s Market Fresh Sandwiches

The 780 calories, 40 grams of saturated far,and 1,690 milligrams of sodium in a Market Fresh Roast Beef and Swiss are exactly what you would expect from BAD fast food.

These numbers are worst for your heart and your blood pressure then a Quater pounder plus a medium order of fries at McDonald’s

The Market Fresh Roast Ham and Swiss and Roast Chicken Caesar are not much better. The only one worth a try is the Roast Turkey and Swiss.

Better yet try the Juinor Roast Beef or Grilled Chicken Deluxe from the regular menu.

A McDonald’s wrapper makes everything taste better to a child
Filed under: Prevention, Obesity, Nutrition, Children Heart Health
A recent study has proven what many parents have known all along: anything sporting a crinkly McDonald’s wrapper is much more appetizing to young kids. The study gave children two choices of McDonald’s menu items, one wrapped in the true packaging and the other in plain paper. The items varied from French fries and burgers to milk and carrots. Hands down children chose the Golden Arches packaging every time.

While this is not chocking, it is a bit of a let down for parents. At a time when childhood obesity is a growing problem, the concept of feeding our children healthy foods is imperative. It is no help when children would trade a healthy, homemade selection for something from the drive though at McDonald’s.

The study does come at a good time for many parents. McDonald’s is promising to curb its marketing to young kids, stating that fruit will be included in the Happy Meals so popular to young children. While I don’t believe that will fix the problem, it does show some effort by the company to provide healthier options for kids.

Did you know?

Robert — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 17:25:56 +0000

Money isn’t made of paper, it’s made out of cotton.

The 57 on Heinz ketchup bottles represents the varieties of pickle the company once had.

A rat can last longer without water than a camel.

Your stomach produces a new layer of mucus every two weeks, otherwise it will digest itself.

The Declaration of Independence was written on hemp paper.

The dot over the ‘i is called a tittle.

Susan Lucy is the daughter of Phyllis Diller.

A duck’s quack doesn’t echo. No one knows why.

Every person has a unique tongue print.

The ‘spot’ on 7UP comes from its inventor who had red eyes. He was albino.

John Wilkes Booth’s brother once saved the life of Abraham Lincoln’s son.

Chocolate effects a dog’s heart and nervous system, a few ounces will kill a small sized dog.