Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Back in the Day

I remember back in the day 99 cent a gallon gas was expensive.
Now, $2.00 a gallon is cheap

If you tattled at school, the teacher would pin a tattle tail to your back and make you walk around school all day.
Now, telling is good.

I remember common sense being more prevalent.
Now, people listen to the "experts".

Parenting used to be left to the parents.
Some did a shitty job.
Some did a good job.

After that, spanking was frowned upon.
Now, a group of people think spanking is good and teaches respect.

"Kids have no discipline today."
"Obviously their parents didn't believe in spanking."

Oh, please.
There are as many rude, lazy, old people as there are young people.
Old people just think they are entitled to speak their mind.

As a parent, you have to parent in the best way that works for you.
All spanking ever taught my child was that it was OK to hit.
All I learned from getting spanked was that I had to be afraid of doing something wrong.

I didn't learn respect.
I spanked a few times cause that is what I knew as discipline.
I learned that it didn't work so I changed what I did.

Back in the day, we had school from August to May and we learned the whole time.
Because that is what we were there for
Now, kids get candy for doing things right, pizza parties and movie days just cause.

Back in the day, going to college was not a given.
Now, if a kid doesn't go people think it is odd.

Back in the day, most stores had ONE bathroom and it was for everyone and you had to wait your turn.
Now, people are fighting about who should be using which bathroom.

Back in the day, you got domestic beer and you were going to like it.
Now, you can go imported or microbrew or even gluten free if you need.

You can get imported chocolate instead of having to buy Hershey's like back when.

Back when, computers were huge.
Now, we can put 'em in our pockets.
And drop them in the toilet.

People want to take America back.
Back to what?

Some things were better back in the day, some things not.

Friday, May 20, 2016

I Must Ask You a Question

Is there something about me that says, " Don't answer"?

I really am starting to wonder.

Site forums, emails, Facebook groups, Facebook statuses, even sometimes in search engines.
Other people ask the same question and get an answer.
Maybe several.

I get squat.

Maybe I really don't need to know how my sister is.
Maybe since I don't write in all caps all the time like Honeyman, I don't need answers.

I don't know what it is.
Some people don't answer me when I take the time to comment on something they wrote.
They answer everyone else, but not me.

I don't get it.
I really don't.

Maybe I need to start drinking wine and coffee and post pics of my beverage consumption.
Maybe I need to give up on my sister ever really telling me anything anymore.

I guess I don't need to know if the two chicks I have are males and not females like all were supposed to be.
Just wait til crowing or laying happens.

I don't need to find the website that I read something on a long time ago.
It's not important.
Just cause I need a source so someone will believe me.
That's fine, Search Engine.