MOTHERS WHO DRUGGED US!!!
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question.

Why didn’t we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?”

I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a Lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn’t put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity!

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom’s garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad’s fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us.

Wow I have neglected the site, this site and the Vistas forever, I just can’t get real motivated to work on them, oh well maybe someday.

I am 62 years old. My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed until today I read his obituary.
Obituary - Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn’t always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consen t to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I’m a Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not , join the majority and do nothing.

MyLeigh Cae was born this morning.  I’m sick so won’t go to the hospital to see her, but from what I hear she is just beautiful.  and supposedly looks just like her daddy, anyhow that is what he has said.

With the Closure of Whuddleworld, I guess I will need to find something else to do with my time.  Isn’t it kind of sad that a site closes and you don’t know what to do with yourself.  Man I really need to get a life don’t I

Wow I am bad about coming and posting here.  What a dink I am,  I haven’t really been doing anything and there really isn’t anything new in life, so nothing really to post about.  I guess on one hand that is good cause nothing bad but on the ohter hand nothing good.

Oh I think I forgot to post.  My new Grandbaby will be a girl.  I can’t wait til June, but lordy I am scrared to, cause babies terrify me.

It seems I spend all week waiting for the weekend and then just a few hours into it I am so bored all I want to do is go to work or do something, anything to get me out of the house.  Of course this weekend as cold as it is, all I want to do is stay warm.

On anther note, I’m thinking of buying a new computer, this one is about 5 years old and I think maybe it is time for a new one, but I am wondering is it normal to buy a new one when nothing is wrong with the one I am using?  I think I will have to ponder that thought for a while.