February 01, 2006

TO THE KIDS OF THE 30's-70's

Forwarded to me today:

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE
1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked
and/or drank while they
carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from
a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered
with bright colored
lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors
or cabinets and when we
rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the
risks we took
hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts
or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was
always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a
bottle.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one
bottle and NO ONE
actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank
soda pop with sugar in it, but
we weren't overweight because

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day,
as long as we were back
when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.


We would spend hours building our go-carts out of
scraps and then ride down
the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After
running into the
bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no
video games at all, no
99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no
surround sound, no cell
phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet
chat
rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and
found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth
and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the
worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays,
made up games with sticks and tennis balls and
although we were told it would happen, we did not put
out very many eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and
knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled
for them!

Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the
team. Those who didn't
had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine
that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the
law was unheard of. They
actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best
risk-takers, problem solvers
and inventors ever!

Kind of makes you want to run through the house with
scissors, doesn't it?!

13 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

THANK YOU LADY BUNNY I'M A MOTHER OF 3 BOYS AND I WISH THEY HAD A CLUE AS TO HOW LUCKY THEY ARE TO NOT HAVE A "PLAY STATION OR NINTENDO" OR ANY OTHER BULL CACA THEY NEED TO BE KIDS AND USE THEIR IMAGINATION BESIDE,I CAN'T AFFORD THAT STUFF ANY WAY!

11:32 PM  
Blogger Lady Bunny said...

Good for you! I'm convinced hat burying your face in a flashing, bleeping screen for several hours a day is causing kids to go on Ritalin earlier and earlier. -B

7:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh please girl, you sat around the house playing Barbies, not with guns.

1:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those were the good old day's and wouldn't trade for any thing. If you want some in side games. get a deck of cards...play match, go fish, slap jack, speed, exc. Those were mine. Out side games...tag, side walk games..jumping over the crack, marbles,# game to 10. War ball, kick ball, flash light tag at night...exc.....the good old day's!
mother of 2 teenagers now...good luck out their...born in 68

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Well, Berlin is also one of the world's capital's of kink, and lordy! was I ever plunked down in the middle of it as a featured performer at Hustlaball, a sort of fairground for male prostitutes catering to every imaginable taste--or lack thereof! My "comedy" was largely lost in translation on a semi-english speaking crowd. I had thought that a "clever" sight gag like pulling a brown-tipped banana out of my ass to the tune of Gwen Stefani's HOLLABACK GIRL and then sniffing and pointing to the banana as if verifying "Mmmm Mmmm, that's my shit, that's my shit" would appeal to non-english speakers, scat enthusiasts and anyone wanting to lampoon that dreadful tune. I guess I'm just too kinky for Berlin!

But then I got to introduce porn star Jeff Stryker, who was filming for a reality show. Hey, he's a lot better looking than Ron Jeremy ever was and just as hung so why not? He and I shared a dressing room and he could not have been sweeter, although one of his eyes was swollen and bothering him quite a bit. "Don't worry" I reasured him, "ain't nobody gone be lookin' at your eye, Jeff!" This gave rise to all sorts of sad "sight for sore eyes", "Jeff, are you winking at me?", etc type of tomfoolery. He was supposed to have his "anatomically correct action figure" doll, but hadn't brought one so we couldn't do our skit in which I asked him about the doll, he asked me a la one of his pornformances "Yeah, you wanna see that big doll?" and then pulled the doll out at his crotch level while I deepthroated it. So poor, poor me had to fake it with his legendary 9 inch cock! Jeff's still sexy, but I didn't manage to get any good pix with his face in it. Oh well, his biggest asset is still in plain view

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Well, Berlin is also one of the world's capital's of kink, and lordy! was I ever plunked down in the middle of it as a featured performer at Hustlaball, a sort of fairground for male prostitutes catering to every imaginable taste--or lack thereof! My "comedy" was largely lost in translation on a semi-english speaking crowd. I had thought that a "clever" sight gag like pulling a brown-tipped banana out of my ass to the tune of Gwen Stefani's HOLLABACK GIRL and then sniffing and pointing to the banana as if verifying "Mmmm Mmmm, that's my shit, that's my shit" would appeal to non-english speakers, scat enthusiasts and anyone wanting to lampoon that dreadful tune. I guess I'm just too kinky for Berlin!

But then I got to introduce porn star Jeff Stryker, who was filming for a reality show. Hey, he's a lot better looking than Ron Jeremy ever was and just as hung so why not? He and I shared a dressing room and he could not have been sweeter, although one of his eyes was swollen and bothering him quite a bit. "Don't worry" I reasured him, "ain't nobody gone be lookin' at your eye, Jeff!" This gave rise to all sorts of sad "sight for sore eyes", "Jeff, are you winking at me?", etc type of tomfoolery. He was supposed to have his "anatomically correct action figure" doll, but hadn't brought one so we couldn't do our skit in which I asked him about the doll, he asked me a la one of his pornformances "Yeah, you wanna see that big doll?" and then pulled the doll out at his crotch level while I deepthroated it. So poor, poor me had to fake it with his legendary 9 inch cock! Jeff's still sexy, but I didn't manage to get any good pix with his face in it. Oh well, his biggest asset is still in plain view

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