I have never seen such anger in the USA in my 60 years of living! Friends are jumping down the throats of friends because of the difference in opinion. I’ve lost several friends during elections because they didn’t like my response to their railing against my choices. I am not mad at them and will always respond to them if they contact me, I seriously doubt that will happen though.
There is always a winner and a loser in any challenge. Both sides need to realize that there can’t be two winners and no losers. Life simply doesn’t work this way! I am a republican, I want my party to win because I believe in them as much as those who are democrats, but common sense says I may not win. I will adjust to the results as long as it is done with legitimacy.
This generation has damaged the children. They aren’t taught that there are a winner and a loser. Everyone gets a reward even if they fail. How can these children learn to deal with real life? It is no wonder there are so many suicides among young people, in the real world everyone isn’t nice. We are doing our children no favors in teaching them that everything is always going to be peaches and cream!.
I know that Mr. Trump needs to be a bit more discipline in his tweets. I also know he has made life better for the world in many ways. When I watch the news I just want to smack them. They refuse to say one nice word or give him credit for his accomplishments. They twist his words and refuse to show his campaign ads. When Obama was in office I felt bad for him because it seemed that he was mistreated, but Trump has been treated the worse of any president in history.
I loved the series “House”! House is rude, crude, childlike at times, and stubborn. His bedside manners are horrible. However, he finds answers that normal thinking doctors overlook. His methods sound barbaric at times. Yet, at the end of the day, he has saved a life. He pushes the envelope to the edge and tilts it slightly. Hate Trump if you will but you can’t say he doesn’t provide the answer to the problem. His personality rubs everyone the wrong way but he gets the job done.
Exactly what does that mean, the good ole days? When you were younger, slimmer, and physically fit? Those things were wonderful but life was harder for most of us then. We were chasing our toddlers, living on a shoestring budget, and trying to balance work with family. To keep up with the Jone’s we got our self in debt so deep that there seems no way out. Daily we hoped that nothing broke down because replacing it would mean letting another bill go unpaid that month.
The age of 50 seemed to be the magic number when things begin to settle down. You have learned to use what you have till it wears out completely. That new item that excites you today, soon loses it thrill as you pay the monthly payment. That having some money saved for repairs and emergencies is a must. That second hand isn’t taboo and as long as it serves the purpose is all that matters, one payment and it’s yours. This is the time when you realize that retirement is just around the corner and you begin to prepare for it.
Once an adult, twice a child is so true. You soon return to being a caregiver for your parents. It can be a challenge since they still see themselves as adults and don’t want to accept that time has taken its toll. They sometimes rebel at your stepping in, it’s understandable since their independence is slipping away. That is extremely hard for them to accept!
The truth is that the good ole days were a time when we were young and still at home. What we are truly trying to capture is our childhood. We didn’t have a care in the world. Everything looked rossey, the air was fresher, the sky bluer and sleep came without effort.
I laugh when I hear people say, “God messed up with Adam so he made Eve! The more I deal with my kids, the more I believe that Adam or Eve had an incomplete gene. What part of do all the dishes isn’t clear? Rinse out the sink when you’re done with the dishes and wipe down the stove. Here is what I find, the dirty pans are still on the stove, the strainer is full of food and the stove was wiped down with a cold dishcloth. The grease is just smeared from one place to another.
In the beginning, I thought it was only boys who had this gene but I am hearing from other mothers that their daughters have it too. A friend of mine told her daughter to put the clothes in the dryer. The dryer was never turned on!
Husbands must carry this incomplete gene as well. My husband seems to think the dishwasher will empty itself. He normally cleans the kitchen on the weekends provided the dishwasher is empty. I’ve checked for teeth and my dishwasher has none!
This gene must have mutated from a complete one to half of one. I normally only get half of a job done around here. The phrase, “if a job is worth doing, do it right”, must have been said on one of those selective hearing days. With this said, I guess something is better than nothing, WRONG! Instead, I make the kid, go back and do it right. Sometimes a fight ensues but I am bound to win, where do my kids think they got their stubborn streak from?