I get my share of pass-it-on emails from friends and family. Funny one’s, sad ones and just plain annoying ones. Some I pass on to the next person, some I don’t. I like the ones with useless facts, they keep my mind sharp, and who knows, if I ever get to go on a game show, they might just come in handy, (big dreamer me). When I receive one that seems to be a chain or says something like, if you don’t send this to 5 more people in the next 5 minutes, you’ll have bad luck for the next 5 years, I have thoughts rage through my head like, I can stop this right now in a heart beat and put an end to maybe a lot of people laying awake at night thinking about whether they should have passed it on, and who, in their right mind would risk sending these things to someone whom they really like. The person who sent it would surely have believed that , if they didn’t send it to 5 more people, they would be doomed to 5 years bad luck or whatever the doom maybe. Do they ever stop to think what would happen if the person’s computer crashed , or they had a power outage before they could purge it on to the next 5 people what the consequences could be. I mean 5 years bad luck could mean anything from falling off the porch and breaking one’s neck to having your computer crash and never being able to bring it back from never-never land. I say it’s in our power to stop these things and set people free from to forward or not to forward. Here is a site that has the real low-down -skinny on cyber legends. I say, if it’s inspiring, informing, or just plain funny, send it on, if not, delete, delete, delete.
I wish I had the energy my grandkids have, better yet, just a little more than they have, so I could keep up with them. My grandkids , a three year old and seven year old, both boys, have been living with us since last spring. I had forgotten how much of a handful kids can be. It seems I can never get their undivided attention unless I`m involved in something and had rather not be interrupted. They remind me of a story I once read when I was a teenager called The Ransom of Red Chief ,~O. Henry. At the time I read it, I thought it was hilarious. I am reminded of it every time the door swings open and there stands little blue eyes peeking out of a coating of mud .
Never wear high heeled shoes when you take kids shopping with you.
Never let them get to a ringing phone before you do.
Never say anything around them that you don`t want repeated.
Never get them ready to go somewhere before you get ready yourself.
Always, always remember that patients is a virtue, grandkids are blessings, and you are not really being punished for anything.
I’m feeling just “too pooped to shoot” tonight. I guess I`m just getting “too old to cut the mustard."
Mom used to say “I`m beat” and dad used to say “I`m bushed." I guess, however one says it, one must be very tired. I find the origins of these little slang phrases and how they`ve changed over time, very interesting. Also interesting is the collective term for which they are called , idioms. Hobos had some “really cool lingo," they were " a class all their own." So guess I’m gonna “hit the hay” now or maybe I’ll just “turn in” or maybe, “hit the sack." Anyway , I’m going to bed. “Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite”…”Sweet dreams," “I’m gonna sleep like a rock?"
