Until now, in all of my life I have never seen a president the felt his opinion is the only one that matters.
I have said many times that there is no plan to bring the Iraq conflict to a close. We just keep sending our soldiers over to take a chance of being killed with no apparent acts to bring the fighting to a halt.
I fear that an increase in the number of soldiers sent will just increase the number of targets for the crazies.
These are the hardest people to protect yourself against. As their former leader, they have no regard for human life not even their own.
Is this what Bush want to send more of our troops to face?
Reckon he has ever "faced up" to being wrong about anything?
C. Oxford
GetawayCrafts.com
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Saturday, November 18, 2006
For Those Over Forty
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too.
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.
I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.
How could we possibly have known that? We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
And last, I can even remember when some types of Profiling would have been intrepreted as the "Law of Probability".
How did we ever survive?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.
As you can see, I am still busy writing for the website and not for posts. Check out the articles at GetawayCrafts article pages.
The Best To All,
C. Oxford
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too.
Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.
I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.
How could we possibly have known that? We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
And last, I can even remember when some types of Profiling would have been intrepreted as the "Law of Probability".
How did we ever survive?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.
As you can see, I am still busy writing for the website and not for posts. Check out the articles at GetawayCrafts article pages.
The Best To All,
C. Oxford
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Old Harold
I haven't had much time or inspiration to post lately but I received this in my email and couldn't help but smile. Hope that it one out from you also.
Subject: Old Harold
Harold is 95 years old and lives in a senior citizen home. Every night after dinner, He goes to a secluded garden behind the center to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life.
One evening, Mildred, age 87, wanders into the garden. They begin to chat, and before they know it, several hours have passed. After a short lull in their conversation Harold turns to Mildred and asks, "Do you know what I miss most of all?
"She asks, "What?"
"SEX!" he replies.Mildred exclaims, "Why you old toot, you couldn't get it up if I held a gun to your head!"
"I know," Harold says, "but it would be nice if a woman could just hold it for a while."
"Well, I can oblige," says Mildred, who unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it.
Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Mildred would hold Harold's manhood.
Then, one night, Harold didn't show up at their usual meeting place.
Alarmed, Mildred decided to find Harold and make sure he was O.K. She walked around the senior citizen home where she found him sitting by the pool with another female resident, Ethel, who was holding Harold's manhood.
Furious, Mildred yelled, "You two-timing creep! What does Ethel have that I don't have?
"Old Harold smiled happily and replied, "Parkinson's."
C. Oxford
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Subject: Old Harold
Harold is 95 years old and lives in a senior citizen home. Every night after dinner, He goes to a secluded garden behind the center to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life.
One evening, Mildred, age 87, wanders into the garden. They begin to chat, and before they know it, several hours have passed. After a short lull in their conversation Harold turns to Mildred and asks, "Do you know what I miss most of all?
"She asks, "What?"
"SEX!" he replies.Mildred exclaims, "Why you old toot, you couldn't get it up if I held a gun to your head!"
"I know," Harold says, "but it would be nice if a woman could just hold it for a while."
"Well, I can oblige," says Mildred, who unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it.
Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Mildred would hold Harold's manhood.
Then, one night, Harold didn't show up at their usual meeting place.
Alarmed, Mildred decided to find Harold and make sure he was O.K. She walked around the senior citizen home where she found him sitting by the pool with another female resident, Ethel, who was holding Harold's manhood.
Furious, Mildred yelled, "You two-timing creep! What does Ethel have that I don't have?
"Old Harold smiled happily and replied, "Parkinson's."
C. Oxford
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Redneck Heritage
After reading the comment about my last post from ChiefMommyOwl and her last post about the Dukes, I felt that I should make a few comments concerning my redneck Southern heritage of which I am proud of.
My family were Dukes of Hazzard fans and I was in love with Daisy Duke. The best looking legs and but on television at the time.
In my opinion, the issue of the Confederate Flag has been blow out of proportions and I will let it go at that.
Have you, for any reason, looked up the word redneck in Wikipedia?
With the exceptions of the muscle car, gun rack, "wifebeater" shirt, and pinch tobacco, they wrote my life. Redman, Chesterfields, Jack Daniels, Smirnoff, and Budweiser were my vices at the time. I drove a hot lime green Mustang fastback and a 56 Chevrolet pickup.
We were not unclean with bad teeth or prone to inbreeding as the outsiders implicated.
We came from a rural area and drove a car or truck until it was worn out.
We hunted for squirrels and rabbits in the winter evenings and fished in farm ponds in the summer.
I have plowed a tractor and even picked cotton.
Team or pickup baseball games was my life for a long time until I discovered what women were all about. Wearing the cap followed me for years.
Skynard, Marshall Tucker, and CDB was the music of the day, no rock except Southern Rock.
Clemson was the college of choice but it took me a whole year to figure out that Animal Husbandry didn't have anything to do with sheep. This is not the reason that I dropped out and went back later.
Yes, I'm from the South and from all indications a redneck. Boy it was fun back then. My hair is mostly grey now and long enough to cover up my red neck. A lot of great memories.
I love my heritage as much as anyone else. God bless the USA. ChiefMommy Owl, I know that you do to.
C. Oxford
GetawayCrafts
My family were Dukes of Hazzard fans and I was in love with Daisy Duke. The best looking legs and but on television at the time.
In my opinion, the issue of the Confederate Flag has been blow out of proportions and I will let it go at that.
Have you, for any reason, looked up the word redneck in Wikipedia?
With the exceptions of the muscle car, gun rack, "wifebeater" shirt, and pinch tobacco, they wrote my life. Redman, Chesterfields, Jack Daniels, Smirnoff, and Budweiser were my vices at the time. I drove a hot lime green Mustang fastback and a 56 Chevrolet pickup.
We were not unclean with bad teeth or prone to inbreeding as the outsiders implicated.
We came from a rural area and drove a car or truck until it was worn out.
We hunted for squirrels and rabbits in the winter evenings and fished in farm ponds in the summer.
I have plowed a tractor and even picked cotton.
Team or pickup baseball games was my life for a long time until I discovered what women were all about. Wearing the cap followed me for years.
Skynard, Marshall Tucker, and CDB was the music of the day, no rock except Southern Rock.
Clemson was the college of choice but it took me a whole year to figure out that Animal Husbandry didn't have anything to do with sheep. This is not the reason that I dropped out and went back later.
Yes, I'm from the South and from all indications a redneck. Boy it was fun back then. My hair is mostly grey now and long enough to cover up my red neck. A lot of great memories.
I love my heritage as much as anyone else. God bless the USA. ChiefMommy Owl, I know that you do to.
C. Oxford
GetawayCrafts
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