Saying.. How Wonderfully True...

I heard a great saying the other day:

When you’re happy, you enjoy the music, but when you’re sad, you understand the lyrics.

Just thought I'd share..  I liked it.

Kids, iPads & Dining Out...

I don’t have kids.  Therefore most of the time I don’t comment about “kids’ stuff” as I usually cop death stares galore from people who then take great delight in saying “you don’t have kids, what would you know?” (I am not going to enter into that debate now.)

But I am commenting on what you are about to read.  Simply because I find if I don’t I may for ever wonder if I am living in the dark ages or if people agree even these parents took it too far…

Out for dinner on Sunday night in Cronulla (one of the best beach suburbs in Sydney!) and at the table next to us was a family of 4 (mum, dad and 2 kids; boys about 2 and 4) and who I can only assume was grandma and grandpa.  The kids have an iPad each and are watching Octonauts (thanks to my niece I know who these guys are..) – not engaging in any conversation or showing any interest in grandma and grandpa OR their parents and really, it went both ways. 

Okay, maybe I can live with them watching a DVD before their dinner is served (actually, I cannot – I mean really, it is bloody ridiculous when you are in a restaurant).  But then………………..

Then dinner is served – and bloody hell – they continued watching their separate DVD’s and the parents and grandparents picked their dinner up off the table and ate with their plate in one hand and their fork in the other because these iPads were taking up a lot of the room on the table (big dishes of pasta and pizza were served)……  I mean really?  I tried to reason with myself that growing up, some families in my era (oh lord I sound old) ate dinner in front of the TV – but that was at home, this was in a restaurant on a Sunday night at 6pm…

 

Is this lazy parenting?  I think so!  Take your kids out for dinner, stick them in front of an iPad and then promptly ignore them for 2 hours while you drink and eat (albeit eat very uncomfortably, juggling plates in the air).

Am I that old fashioned?  Do I need to pull me head out of the sand and appreciate this is what society has become?  If so, wow, our kids of today will have NO social skills what so ever when they grow into adults and enter the work force.

I felt the need to comment on this one.

White Ribbon Day: 25 November 2013

If you’ve made it to my page to read my latest blog I would only make one small request..  If you have a comment to make, please comment via the blog, not the social media platform I may have put it on to get the blog out there.  Thank you!

In 2013 White Ribbon Day falls on the 25^th of November: White Ribbon Org

 

Some of you may recall a blog I wrote just over a year ago.  Given White Ribbon Day is getting closer, I thought it apt to repost:  It Can Happen to Anyone

Did you know that one Australian woman dies every week as the victim of domestic violence: Australia's Dark Secret

I didn’t know that.

Go and check the site out, it will open your eyes to something most people refuse to talk about.  It’s taboo.  Almost like if we ignore it, it is not really happening.  Well it is.  And I just thought you needed to know.

The Week That Was..

It's funny now, looking back at the week that was...

Monday:
I am putting the bins out and all of a sudden something drops off the bin onto my hand; turns out it is one of those pen knives, it sliced my hand open and all husband could say was “damn, I wondered where that was”…  I now have my right hand bandaged…

 

Tuesday:
I am out walking my 5.5 kilometres as a warm up to the day, at 5.30am as I do…  Before I tell you the rest as a precursor, several times over the last 8 weeks there has been this guy who rides past me on a small type postie bike around where I walk, he  usually toots and waves and keeps going.  I thought it was someone being, well, neighbourly..  So, yesterday I am in the same area, not a soul around, and the same lunatic rides up next to me on his bike (visor pulled up, he really looks eerie) and says “hi honey, what you up to”.  I screamed, as it scared me (it happened so quickly) and shouted “Oh Fe*k off” and he rode off..  I mean WTF?  So for the rest of the week I have taken a different route..  FREAK.  I’m thinking of reporting it.

Wednesday:
I am feeling like he** on earth so take what I think is 3 pain killers.  WRONG.  Realised 30 minutes later I had taken 3 sleeping tablets – really, who does that?

Thursday:
I am driving home minding my own business when a truck pulls out and holds up all the traffic in a narrow little back street I use – we must have sat there for about 5 minutes waiting for his to reverse (nothing I could do, narrow street), painful but no big deal, it happens.  This lunatic behind me is honking at me and telling me to go round – then jumps out of his car (hotted up Subaru, say no more) and starts screaming at me through the window – I'd had enough so I jumped out of the car and lost it – and I mean lost it.  He is screaming back at me and then a rather large man got out of his car and came up and told the other dude to, well go away, and get back in his car and shut up.  The lunatic was saying he’d follow me etc, so the nice guy followed me for some of the way home, obviously to make sure I got out okay…….

Friday:
I stayed home and closed all windows and doors.  It was uneventful.

"America'd" Out?

As I go into the final week of my holidays I thought it time to put fingers to keyboard and write a brief blog on the possibility I am America'd out..

It's quite sad - I never thought I'd see the day really..  But as this trip draws to a close it is a stark reality I have found myself contemplating.  Sure, the shopping is good but we now have terrific online shopping to take care of that whimsical part of my love affair with the US of A.

San Francisco was great and I'm glad we visited.  But the truth is the things I used to find endearing I now find annoying. I think I started to feel this way after our September 2011 trip to New York.  I know most people love NY and while I have to be honest and say I am glad I went, I am left feeling nonplussed about it as a holiday destination.  If I want to encounter rude people I can stay in Sydney for that.  If I want to encounter outrageous crowds I can visit Pitt Street Mall on Christmas Eve 20 minutes before the shops close (you know what I mean, men trying to find a gift at the last minute, harried mothers trying to get home and of course, people going into melt down that the shops will be closed for a WHOLE 24 to 36 hours...).

Anyway, back to San Francisco.  I'd describe it as similar to Melbourne - which regular readers of my blog know I LOVE!  But there are only so many expensive meals you can eat and rude Americans you can stomach (okay, they are not all rude but SFO seemed to have a high percentage of people who really disliked tourists).  It's a tourist destination people!  If you don't like your job in hospitality, go work somewhere else!

So I think our aim for a green card died a silent death on this trip.  I've realised I am very happy to live in the land of the lucky.  I am going to appreciate our beaches and overall lifestyle more.  I am going to shop online if I feel the need.  And I am going to think about a trip to Europe.  People tell me it is a crime I haven't been but quite frankly, up until now, the thought of travelling for 30 hours to get somewhere has been horrifying.  I guess I will have to do what the rest of society do and suck it up.  And maybe save to travel business class.

P.S. Please note; Hawaii does not fall into me being America'd out..  It is a beautiful holiday destination and I love it!

Parkinson's Disease - Some Amazing Statistics

WOW!  WOW!  WOW!  Is all I can say..

 I’ve just read an article that says “Parkinson's disease currently affects around one in 350 Australians, and 1 per cent of people over the age of 60 will be diagnosed with the disease”.

Parkinsons Disease Article
 

I'll be honest, I had no idea it was that MANY people.  And if I have no idea, yet I have been living with someone who has Parkinson’s disease for 20 plus years, how can we expect the rest of the world to be educated?  And I guess the answer is we can’t.

I get so angry when I hear that Parkinson’s is not a recognised “disease” in Australia – my mum (who has Parkinson’s) was told the closet support group she could attend was an MS support group.  She got there and was told she wasn’t welcome..  The last 20 odd years have been akin to running in circles and I’m here to tell you it is bullshit the way we ignore anyone who has this disease.

I could tell you 100 stories of how ignorant this country is in relation to this disease (and I know this is relevant to many diseases, but I comment on this one as it is what affects my family), starting with a rehabilitation centre in Brighton in Victoria that can only be described as something out of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (my mum was supposed to be there for 5 days to learn how to manage her disease, instead she was there for 33 days and it really was a f***** up place; we signed her out because of the damage it did to her mind, her body and her self esteem).  Come to think of it, I should dedicate a blog to it and maybe one day it will, I am still mortified at the treatment or lack thereof that my mother received there in 2003 – I am sure it sent her back 10 years.  Then we have the “trial surgery” she underwent in 2006 that was supposed to see her in Melbourne for 7 days – 36 days later we were able to consider bringing her home.

Anyway, not to get too carried away, the point of this blog is approximately 1 in every 350 Australians is affected by Parkinson’s disease.  I say it again. 

 

WOW, WOW, WOW.

 

Muhammad Ali & Michael J Fox - both have Parkinson's

 

Getting Old is a Bitch

Anyone who knows me knows that I hate this getting older business.  I am not a hell of a lot wiser, I am not a hell of a lot smarter but I am a little bit slower than I used to be..  It takes that little bit longer to recover..

 

However; when I say growing old is a bitch I am coming at it from a different angle..  Let me explain.

 

Last night I called my great aunt, rather naughtily I haven't done that since about May.  You know, life tends to get in the way.  I knew she had not been well.  I didn't quite know to what extent until I spoke to her.  She immediately thanked me for calling as she had been worried it had taken so long to return their call (from 5 days before).  That comment immediately put me on high alert. One thing Auntie Barb doesn't do is ever get emotional.  We got past the "sorry, I didn't mean to worry you" and settled into conversation.  She was a little difficult to understand, it sounded like she'd had a stroke and her speech was somewhat laboured.  We continued to chat - she asked about Lily, as she always does and told me about Merlin, her new cat she is fostering with her husband, Brian.

 

Barbie and I are like two peas in a pod, we never had children, and she and Brian lived a magnificent life, always on the go and travelling.  She asked me if I ever regretted not having children, again unusual, as we never talked about sentimental stuff.

 

Then she went off on a tangent I didn't quite understand, and then out of the blue said "well, you don't know Vic, but he was my brother and he died 11 years ago the June just gone".  Vic was my grandfather.  It was then that I realised that Barbie is getting old and then it hit me like a ton of bricks, Barbie would have to be in her mid to late 80's.

 

I never imagined her to be old.  She was always this strong woman who I held in the highest regard (and still do) because of her no nonsense, no bullshit approach to life.  She told it like it is/was.  I remember going to her house in 2003, when I lived in Melbourne, and going into her garage to get a bottle of champagne (Verve, 2002 I was instructed to get) to have with lunch and I'll never forget there was a whole wall filled with bottles of champagne from all over the world.  Her motto in life was (maybe still is) champagne is for any occasion at any time of the day and it cures everything!

 

So we continued to chat, she asked me to send her a postcard from San Francisco, her memory obviously back in check, she told me to call again soon and we hung up.  I feel this overwhelming sadness that I didn't see this coming.  At what point did I not realise that people get old?  Maybe I just thought she was indestructible, maybe I wanted her to live for ever.  Maybe I just never thought someone, who I thought was so bullet proof, would ever change.

 

So, today, even though it is Dry July, I am going to raise a glass of champagne to my Auntie Barb.  I'll gladly pay the $25 for the pass out for a glass.  And I won't just send her one postcard from San Francisco, I will send her one every day.  And I will ring once a fortnight.  That is my promise to you Auntie Barb, it is the least I can do.

Dry July - Day 23

Well, I'm nearly there and I have to say, it definitely got easier.  To the point I don't even think about having a beer or a wine anymore, even when I am out surrounded by friends who are enjoying a beverage, it truly doesn't worry me...  of course, we have the comedians who make a big deal of it and tease me mercilessly, but I guess it is all part and parcel of doing Dry July!

We've raised over $800 so far, with a week to go.  Oatley RSL have put a collection box on the bar, so hopefully there is a bit more to be collected before we get to the end of July.  If anyone out there would like to donate to such a great cause follow this link: Allégra - Dry July

 

I have to say the one thing that has surprised me since I started this campaign is people's reactions to finding out Dry July is to support adults living with cancer.  A lot of people's attitude is "if it was children we'd sponsor, but we won't sponsor you as it is for adults".

 

REALLY???????  I find that attitude bizarre - cancer is cancer people, it doesn't discriminate who it affects - you can be a baby, 42 or 65 or 90.  It can hit anyone, anytime.

 

Any who this is probably the last Dry July blog, thanks for reading, thank you for supporting us - see you again next year.

 



Dry July Diary - Day 4

I am not sure if it is psychological, I think perhaps it is, but since embarking on Dry July on Monday the 1^st of July I haven’t been able to sleep.

Normally I come home from work, get dinner prepared, sit down to a glass of wine, eat dinner and then have another glass.  I usually go to bed about 9.30pm and start snoring (so my husband says, but he can’t be trusted) and before I know it, it is 6am.

This week I have come home from work, prepared and eaten dinner, had a diet dry ginger ale and watched TV till 11pm.  If not later.  I am not tired, and when I do go to bed I lay there and stare at the ceiling for hours.  My mind won’t switch off.  I think about work, what I need to do the next day, what I didn’t do that day and worry about inconsequential things.

I am hoping that in a week or so this will have changed.  Withdrawals maybe?  I honestly didn’t think I consumed enough alcohol to be having withdrawals but maybe you only need a glass or two a night to build up a reliance on it?

Anyway, the weekend is looming and I am sure that is going to be tough but I will not weaken and get a Golden Ticket – I will do this.  I attended a lunch today and quite happily drank mineral water (along with a few fellow Dry Julyers, which was fabulous to see!) and didn’t miss the champagne at all (they tell me it was horrid anyway).

 Thanks to those who have donated thus far, we really appreciate it.

Ex's - Can You be Friends on Social Media?

I was reading a blog the other day about how no one, and I mean NO ONE, should be friends with their ex’s on any form of social media (and you know what, I can’t find the link to reference it, but go to google and you’ll find plenty of stories!).  Apparently it is bad for your self-esteem, well-being and overall health.   I’ve got to agree.  I’ve been cyber friends with one or two former boyfriends over the years and after a while you just wonder why the heck you’re bothering.  It wasn’t going anywhere, or obviously they wouldn’t have been an ex – so why want an insight into their life today?

 

Anyway, I just thought I'd pose the question - it's an interesting conundrum.. 

 

Mean while I will leave you with a quote, not sure who by, probably an anonymous who couldn't let go of their ex on a social media platform...  But anyway....

 



Do you agree or disagree?

 

I Am Kind of Unique!

At this time of penning this blog the following statistics were taken from the population clock (ABS Population Clock).

 On 26 June 2013 at 04:24:27 PM (Canberra time), the resident population of Australia is projected to be:

23,096,105

This projection is based on the estimated resident population at 31 December 2012 and assumes growth since then of:

• one birth every 1 minute and 43 seconds,
• one death every 3 minutes and 34 seconds
• a net gain of one international migration every 2 minutes and 15 seconds, leading to
• an overall total population increase of one person every 1 minute and 20 seconds

Now, I heard on the radio yesterday that about 17,000 people will take part in Dry July (up from 15,000 in 2012).  Honestly I was amazed as I thought it would be a lot more.  It works out that the percentage of Australians taking part in Dry July is:

0.07360548456114137 % 

NOW I know I need to account for babies, children, religious beliefs, tee totallers and other parts of the Australian population that don’t drink but fair to say I was blown away at how few people participate.

So my question is, actually my statement is, I am unique!  As are the other 16,999 people who participate.

I know it gets tiring and expensive donating to every cause.  Believe me, I’ve given my fair share of death stares to bucket toting koala bears who wander the streets of the Sydney CBD (don’t you just want to kick them in the shins?) and I have listened patiently to the spiel of the “charity” collectors who ring my front door bell.  To be clear, I am not talking about The Red Cross, Salvation Army etc, you KNOW the ones I mean.

I promise I will not go on and on about Dry July, but sometimes it’s worth bringing these things to people’s attention.  You don’t know what you don’t know – and this piece of trivia (I worked out while driving to work on Tuesday after hearing an ad on the radio) proved interesting to me (obviously, I blogged about it).

I may not raise a lot, but I will be able to say I helped, in some small way, to those who need a little bit of help.  And in doing so I will help my own liver and well being along the way.

Thanks for reading.

At the time of posting this blog the population stats are:

On 26 June 2013 at 04:42:27 PM (Canberra time), the resident population of Australia is projected to be:

23,096,118

You've got to admit my picture to illustrate unique is kind of cool and kind of apt.

Seal - One Memorable Outburst...

You know, I used to be a Seal fan.  Sure he had one memorable hit and one mediocre hit, but I liked him. 

He split with Heidi, and back before my epiphony that he was a nutter, I thought "if they didn't last, no one can".  Then he ranted.  And ranted some more.  Some not very nice things about her and I grew to realise not all was as it seemed.

Then I saw him on The Voice.  Night after night after night..  And he wore thin.  His pompous, smarmy attitude and condescending ways made me cringe, to the point I turned off The Voice, never to turn it on again. 

And now he is ranting over Joel and the infamous 5 grams of weed (for the record, I couldn't care less about the weed..) and saying he wants to go home and we are all - well you can read it for yourself.

Seal's Twitter Rant

Can I book your ticket home Seal?  I'm sure there's a few of us who would even pitch in to pay for it. 

For the record he apologised, apparently 11 weeks away from his family is taking its toll.  You'd think with the money these people are paid they'd suck it up.  Apparently not.

Seal's Apology After Twitter Rant

The Dry July Diary.. Entry 1

So I've decided to use my blog as a Dry July Diary for the next few months...  Kinda like a Bridget Jones kinda diary me thinks...

Here we go - entry one:

So, the word is out there that we are doing Dry July (Sarah, Taryn, Deb + Allégra = Abstinence in Oatley)... Other people seem to be more concerned about us going a month without alcohol than we are.. It's weird, people actually look at you like you've just said you were abducted by aliens last night when you tell them about it.. It's made us realise how many people seem to enjoy a tipple or two regularly.. And yes, we fall into that category, but on the same token we are not freaking out about participating..  Let's see how we all feel closer to July 1st shall we!

Our local RSL (Oatley, of course!) has indicated they are keen to get behind us (Oatley RSL) which we think is fabulous (they will be losing some revenue through out July, but know they are getting behind a good cause!)!  Looking forward to some mocktails made by the fab bar staff when we frequent there is July.. 

Finally, the donations have started rolling in the door, okay, two people have so far, but two is better than none!  And it is only early days yet. 

Till next time - thanks for reading!

Dry July - Abstinence in Oatley

Dry July - Abstinence in Oatley

Some of our best (and to be fair, most hair brained) ideas and schemes have been lovingly concocted over a glass (or two..) of vino or bubbly..  Maybe even a beer on a warm day..  However; this is our best idea by far (yes, you guessed it, decided over a glass of vino).  In July, for 31 days, we will abstain from alcohol to support a great cause – cancer.  And this is where you all come in.. 

To those of you who know how stressful days can be made that little more tolerable with a tipple or two, to those of you who enjoy a drink socially on a Friday night, and to those of you who know or have known someone affected by cancer, we ask you support us as we embark on “Dry July”.  The four of us will become your designated drivers, the angel sitting on our shoulder encouraging you to have that glass of water in-between beverages (okay, we promise not to be annoying) but most of all, the four of us want to make a sizeable donation to the “Dry July” campaign; we want to make a difference, a contribution.  So, if you have a spare few $’s we’d really appreciate you digging deep.  We will keep you updated of our progress. 

There are some of you out there who think we can’t do this (and that is a fair statement, given how the four of us love our social gatherings and dinners out).  To all of you I say we can. 

SOOOOOOOOOOO........  Dig deep everyone and follow the link below to donate..   You will see the individual team members (four of us, obviously!) - click on one OR all (if you are feeling generous!) and you will be walked through how to make a donation..

Our aim is $2,000 between the four of us - that's only $500 each, and we are sure we can surpass that!

Dry July - Abstinence in Oatley

Through the Eyes of a Child...

So this blog had the potential to go one of two ways...  Let me explain...  I am in my home town for the first time in two years.  I haven't seen my parents, siblings or niece and nephew for two years.  Life got in the way.  It's no excuse, it just did.

Life isn't always easy - when I woke up this morning there was nothing in my head telling me to blog.  But if there had of been, it probably would have been a piece about how Parkinson's Disease has robbed my mother (and my father, as her full time carer for the last 10 years) of life and how much it, well quite frankly, sucked.

Then something magical happened.  I spent the day with my soon to be 3 year old niece and saw life though her eyes and suddenly everything seemed less dire.

I picked her up at 11am, intent on doing some shopping, have a spot of lunch and a walk in the park.  I got that and so much more.  I got honesty, lots of smiles, lots of giggles, lots of thank you's and a gently tug at my hand every time I looked in a shop window for too long.

We started with clothes shopping.  One tutu, one dress and an array of tights and tops later, we meandered through the mall, hand in hand, stopping to look at "diamonds" on the footpath (purely decorative but oh so exquisite to a 3 year old), listen to a one man band busking in the arcade, window shopped in the lolly shop before ending up where my auntie and mum used to take me for lunch 35 years ago.  It's still there, serving the same food, just a lot more expensive.  We chose sandwiches, chips and a culinary desert of "frog in the pond".  We munched away, people watching, giggling at the group of senior citizens at the next table slurping their milkshakes and keeping out of the 30+ degree heat.

Then a stroll to the local park to look at the monkeys, ride on the train around the park, play on the swings and go down the slide (100 times).  Not once did I feel the need to check in with work, I was too busy having a blast with my niece.  We splashed water at each other at the old fashioned bubblers, we played in the first autumn leaves, we stopped and talked to every "little person" we saw - simply because that is what little people do.  Big people could take a leaf out of little people's books any day..

And then as we are driving home she says "You are my best friend in the whole wide world".  AND I'm happy to be her best friend, she demands nothing but attention and love and the occasional tutu.....  I can manage that no problem.

If you are 40, or older, you might think this is funny...

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill... Barefoot... BOTH ways. yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that I'm over the ripe old age of forty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today..   You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!

And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it!

a)    I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!

b)    There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!

c)    Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe!

d)    There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!

e)    Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig?

f)    We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!

g)    There weren't any freakin' mobile phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOSH !!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are.

h)    And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

i)     We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

j)     You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!

k)    There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-bastards!

l)     And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!

m)  And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores!

n)    And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!

See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1970 or any time before!

Regards,
The Over 40 Crowd



Please note; I did not write this, I found it and it has no author, but who ever you are, it's funny and oh so true..