If you are like most folks, you are ready for it to be Friday. Weekends are good, if they did not exist, I think we would have to invent them, it is a time to recharge, regroup, to get ready for the week that has quite not shown on the horizon. It is also a time for weed-eating, cutting, bagging, and hauling it out to the dumpster for the Tuesday morning pickup. But for most of us … it is a time to relax from the week that was.
This week was different, holiday broke it up into smaller easier to chew pieces, and that makes it even more palatable for some.
One more citizen of Mayberry died on Tuesday, Andy Griffith, he will be missed. That leaves only two, Opie and Gomer. All the rest have gone on and are no longer with us, Andy will be missed. I read his bio this week, an amazing individual, a life worth living and it showed.
Another thing I read this week, kind of got me going. Here is one for you. What do you think is the most germ infested item that you use in every day life? Money quickly comes to mind, a little bit of everything can be found on our money, but that is not it. How about a public restroom? Now there is something that usually could use a good scrubbing.
Mid week I saw a woman, definitely afraid of touching a door in a quick trip, used her elbow to open the door, then she walked out into the parking lot and grabbed the handle on her truck and got in. Must be the truck was cleaner or something?
So here it is … Believe it or not. It is the handle on the pump at the gas station.
When you find yourself using the full service pump you are at risk. A scientific study found that gas pump handles are the most germ-infested surface Americans touch in every day life. Who would have thought that, certainly not me. I always get a kick out of the nimrod who is elevating the hose in order to get every last drop of fuel out of it, that kind of cracks me up. In Oklahoma we have Okie Engineered pickups … this is the dumba** that runs around with his tailgate down to conserve fuel. As if he knew more than air tunnel technology and design engineering by a major auto manufacturer.
Email of the week at Creative Endeavors:
“Wait……..it gets worse. I’m past giving a damn. I have no taxable income (except my social security), I don’t run or start businesses any more, I have no employees, and I won’t be around to pay for the party the welfare bums are having on someone else’s penny.
But future generations are going to pay for this, and you can bet they will roll over and play dead. Why? Compare the kids of today to yesterday. We walked to school. In all kinds of weather. We dealt with bullies all by ourselves. We actually had to earn our allowance or spending money. Nobody gave us expensive stuff like ipads. The sissies of today want security, freebies, and someone else to pay for it. And our generation wanted better for our kids so we in essence created an entire society of sheeple.”
Lot of wisdom in this email as I considered it. I could relate to it, not often done in today’s society.
In the early days, I did walk to school, then I got a bike, first thing that happened shortly thereafter, I got a ticket from a cop for riding double on my bike. I suppose this was my first in a long line of run-in’s with authority.
I did have a bully, his name was Dennis Troy, he was 13 and I was 11. He was always picking on me and giving me a hard time, one day he tried doing this in my garage. I asked him to leave he said no, and then he started pushing me around. I went over to the door, picked up a #31 Louisville Slugger and broke his arm. My father paid his medical bills and took me out for Ice Cream.
I am one of the sissies of today I guess … All I want is for the ##@#$**!! U.S. Government to leave me alone.
Funny how things change. I was reading about a school in upper New York state that has banned dances because the students were engaging in “grinding on each other” when they danced. So the school officials brought in dance instructors, and scheduled regular classes on how to dance and still, they kept grinding on each other. So they have cancelled the dances. We did that in our day too, it was called “belly rubbing” and no one seemed all that concerned about it. I guess I should consider myself thankful that so far, their intrusion into my life has not been all that terrible, just annoying.
As I understand it, this is all going to come down on not my grandchildren, but their children’s grandchildren or something like that. Personally I don’t plan on being around when someone hands them the bill for all this, but if I am, I am just going to dummy up and shrug my shoulders. Seems like the safest thing to do for me.
So this Saturday and Sunday please do your level best to not grind on each other … It could get you in detention somewhere in America. I am going back to my movie where July Johnson and Roscoe Bookbinder are riding deep into Mexico in pursuit of Dean Martin, who gets the girl … then he dies.
Sometimes it is just hard to catch a break in life.
Have a great weekend.
Kudo’s to Jon for the email quote.
Here is what folks have been reading this week at Creative Endeavors:
|Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)|
|Home page / Archives|
|Really Ungood Man|
|Eagle Bus Project Files|
|Wood Ice Chest|
|A Moment In Time|
|The Worry Tree|
|Clear Blue Sky|
|She’s Curvy And She Owns It|