Just last week my husband and I were talking about how much things have changed since we were young. We would get put out of the house in the morning to "go play" and as long as we stayed within yelling distance from home we could do as we pleased outside. Climbing trees, playing in puddles, I built a tree-house, following the water in a creek, catching frogs, collecting cool rocks, trying to net pollywogs or small fish, drawing with chalk on sidewalks and drive ways, riding our bikes, walking to the little mom and pop store to buy candy and drinks, playing hide and seek, tag, jumping rope, basketball, etc. We had time to do nothing, just lay down and watch the clouds roll by and think 'deep' thoughts.Kids now are glued to their cell phones and laptops. The internet holds them hostage. I don't know how they find time away from their toys to quiet their minds and we both feel very sorry for the kids now. They are missing out on so much.
I don't like Elmo. I know, blasphemy, right? Well, when my kids were small in the 1970's, Sesame Street's humor appealed to children and their parents. I watched that show right along with my kids. I appreciated that the actors and muppets spoke in normal language and not in 'babytalk'. My husband and I never spoke babytalk to our kids, we spoke in our proper language and taught our children to do so as well. Years later, after Jim Henson had passed, along came Elmo. He spoke in broken, babytalk language which I felt talked down to children, infantilizing itself. I just couldn't support the toy. I still don't like Elmo. But if it ever starts talking in a properly pronounced language then I shall be a big supporter of that doll. Fat chance that will happen.
I don't make fried chicken often because my way is a bit labor intensive. Over the years, through trials and errors, one thing I had trouble with was under cooked chicken. So I started boiling the chicken until it's about 2/3's cooked. Then I cool it down and marinate it in buttermilk and spices to chill. Four hours later I pat the chicken dry and put the chicken in a large bag with my flour, corn starch (a must for crispiness!) and spices and shake the chicken until the pieces are well coated. And into the deep fryer they go until they turn a lovely golden color. I might dunk them in the buttermilk again and flour coat them, then deep fry them if I want a really crunchy chicken. Like I said, it's labor intensive. Personally, I'd rather make eggrolls. Family, friends and neighbors line up for those.
Since we've ruined Earth we now look to colonizing Mars because screwing 2 planets is better than one.Until our world fixes what's broke here then we shouldn't even consider traveling to Mars.
I got a job as a receptionist. My desk was situated right in the middle of heavy traffic in my office. It was pretty common that fellow employees would grab my phone to either "make a quick call" or intercept an incoming call. I started to get sick. I'd kick something and get sick with something else. As a slow learner it took me a few months to figure out everyone that used my phone had been breathing into the receiver leaving water droplets loaded with their germs. Well, the light bulb finally came on and I bought a spray can of heavy duty disinfectant. Stripped down the phone so I could spray it really well and refused to let others use my phone. At night just as I would leave for the day the phone got another dose of disinfectant and, sure enough, I stopped getting sick.
When I lived in Louisiana we had Mediterranean House Geckos. They are nearly transparent with a pale pink coloring. I called them flesh eater lizards because they creeped me out from their looks. I would find them clinging to my glass back door at night and they liked to squiggle their way into my house when I let the dogs out for their night time bathroom break. They are very hard to catch and would drop their tails off sometimes and you could watch the tail wiggle around all by itself. Creepy. I would find some squished between the door and the hinges or dried up and mummified under a bed or in vases, stuff like that. One day I went into our library and randomly picked up a book, opened it and there was a live gecko between the pages just staring at me. Scared me good. I took the book outside and let the lizard go. It scurried off into the grass like nothing special had happened. Now that I think about it I wonder how many other geckos were reading my books... So glad I moved out of state.
I was about 3 or 4 when my mother took me and my brother to the movies to see Bambi. When Bambi's mother gets killed by the hunters I started screaming and crying. Never saw that movie again but I never forgot it and have despised hunters all my life.Also: Fantasia got me banned from the movies (while Fantasia was still being shown for a few weeks) because I totally freaked out at the Witch Mountain scene. My brother was very ticked off with me for years because he never got to see the ending of that movie. When it was released for sale on tape I bought it for him just so he would stop his complaining.
I'm allergic to tylenol and ibuprofen. They affect my eyesight to where I feel like I am under water. It's very disorienting. Sometimes I get hives and difficulty breathing, too. I'm fine with aspirin, though.
I went to walk 3 dogs on leashes one day and the mini Aussie crossed in front of me as I was stepping down off the deck's step and I fell. Hard. I had broken my wrist on both sides. I had never broken a bone before and I wasn't absolutely sure my wrist was broken but I found I could not get my hand to work properly. There was a disconnect between my arm and my hand. I didn't have much pain so no trip to the doctor's office for me. I made a cardboard brace and wrapped it around my wrist and wore it - most of the time. - for 3 weeks just in case there was a break and then I threw it away. Two weeks later I had a dr's appointment and he took an x-ray of my hands to see how my arthritis was progressing. Low and behold he discovered my wrist had been broken. He was furious, nearly yelling at me, why didn't I get help and a cast for the break. I said I wasn't sure it had broken but that I wore a cardboard brace to be on the safe side. He demanded I head off to a medical supply store to buy a proper brace for my wrist. I did but didn't wear it much because my wrist had healed PERFECTLY. So I dumped the brace and the nasty doctor and my wrist is just fine and dandy, thank you very much.
Four hours later I pat the chicken dry and put the chicken in a large bag with my flour, corn starch (a must for crispiness!) and spices and shake the chicken until the pieces are well coated. And into the deep fryer they go until they turn a lovely golden color. I might dunk them in the buttermilk again and flour coat them, then deep fry them if I want a really crunchy chicken. Like I said, it's labor intensive.
Personally, I'd rather make eggrolls. Family, friends and neighbors line up for those.
So glad I moved out of state.
I didn't have much pain so no trip to the doctor's office for me. I made a cardboard brace and wrapped it around my wrist and wore it - most of the time. - for 3 weeks just in case there was a break and then I threw it away. Two weeks later I had a dr's appointment and he took an x-ray of my hands to see how my arthritis was progressing.
Low and behold he discovered my wrist had been broken. He was furious, nearly yelling at me, why didn't I get help and a cast for the break. I said I wasn't sure it had broken but that I wore a cardboard brace to be on the safe side. He demanded I head off to a medical supply store to buy a proper brace for my wrist. I did but didn't wear it much because my wrist had healed PERFECTLY. So I dumped the brace and the nasty doctor and my wrist is just fine and dandy, thank you very much.