what- Your personal fantasy is of the great Brooklyn savior/rebel- unfortunately that’s your delusion.
So your best answer is to claim that MM and I are jon’s lapdogs or have “Nut Sack down your throats??” Gosh- that makes you sound just so intelligent and really gets your point across. You also don’t get what a blog is- so obvious. YOu had no real answer to what I said so throw some insult out there. I’m always amazed at how many people seem to find that refreshing or find you cute. I simply find it disappointing because on occasion I actually see glimpses of actual thought. Too bad it’s always obscured by your obscenities and insults.
And read some history, What- it wasn’t speculation that burned down the Bronx. No one was speculating in the Bronx- it was being written off. (And what does my birthday have to so with knowing that? My family lived in the Bronx (and still do) for several generations. I kinda think that makes me a bit more of an expert on it than you.
DIBS! – thanks for that
that’s exactly how I feel – (born in the 70’s)
people are sooooo ridiculous and precious about their kids. yes I know times have changed and all that crap – but maybe if we really tried to understand why it’s ok to give our 9 year old a CELL PHONE than I think we would be a better society
i dont want to live across from million dollar homes anymore. it’s wack. they are ugly and look like roach motels to me. how can those places be worth that?
Just came across this:
The door of a bigoted mind opens outwards so that the only result of the pressure of facts upon it is to close it more snugly. -Ogden Nash, author (1902-1971)
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant..
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren’t overweight. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing……that’s why!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were O..K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes..
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
If YOU are one of them? CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it ?
AT 5 MINUTES AND 6 SECONDS AFTER 4 A.M., ON THE 8TH OF JULY, THIS YEAR, THE TIME AND DATE WILL BE:
04:05:06 07-08-09
THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN UNTIL THE YEAR 3009
O.k….We need some cuteness.
There is a woman in Washington and she is a foster mother to little infant kittens until hey are old enough to be adopted out.
The thing is she’s also a photographer and she takes the most INCREDIBLE photos of these little imps. For real, the pics are fantabulous.
scroll a few posts down and look at little babies getting all puffed up and hissing. It killed me…
http://www.theittybittykittycommittee.com/
Agreed gem! That was great DIBS!
what- Your personal fantasy is of the great Brooklyn savior/rebel- unfortunately that’s your delusion.
So your best answer is to claim that MM and I are jon’s lapdogs or have “Nut Sack down your throats??” Gosh- that makes you sound just so intelligent and really gets your point across. You also don’t get what a blog is- so obvious. YOu had no real answer to what I said so throw some insult out there. I’m always amazed at how many people seem to find that refreshing or find you cute. I simply find it disappointing because on occasion I actually see glimpses of actual thought. Too bad it’s always obscured by your obscenities and insults.
And read some history, What- it wasn’t speculation that burned down the Bronx. No one was speculating in the Bronx- it was being written off. (And what does my birthday have to so with knowing that? My family lived in the Bronx (and still do) for several generations. I kinda think that makes me a bit more of an expert on it than you.
DIBS! – thanks for that
that’s exactly how I feel – (born in the 70’s)
people are sooooo ridiculous and precious about their kids. yes I know times have changed and all that crap – but maybe if we really tried to understand why it’s ok to give our 9 year old a CELL PHONE than I think we would be a better society
i dont want to live across from million dollar homes anymore. it’s wack. they are ugly and look like roach motels to me. how can those places be worth that?
*rob*
Just came across this:
The door of a bigoted mind opens outwards so that the only result of the pressure of facts upon it is to close it more snugly. -Ogden Nash, author (1902-1971)
“biff, po is slang for the police. in texas it’s po po”
Oh, got it. When DIBS said he loves po’ boys, I thought he was referring to a sandwich. Now I know what he meant.
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE
1930’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and 70’s!!
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant..
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn’t get tested for diabetes.
Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes
Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren’t overweight. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing……that’s why!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were O..K.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD’s, no surround-sound or CD’s, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.
We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes..
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Imagine that!!
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
If YOU are one of them? CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.
While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn’t it ?
Jay Leno