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I found this on a friends Facebook status and liked it so much that I decided to use it as a post. I have no idea how many times it has been posted and I know it has been on many other Blogs as posts, but I find it to be true and in some cases I remember these things! Enjoy!

 

Checking out at the supermarket recently, the young cashier suggested I should bring my own bags because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. I apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days“.

The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations“.

She was right about one thing–our generation didn’t have the green thing in “Our” day. So what did we have back then? After some reflection and soul-searching on “Our” day, here’s what I remembered we did have….

Back then, we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles repeatedly. So they really were recycled. But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 240 volts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of Wales. In the kitchen, we blended & stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.

Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she’s right. We didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank from a water fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mums into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.

But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

Please post this on your Facebook profile so another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smarty-pants young person can add to this

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I chose this prompt this week for MamaKats writing workshop because, well, I’m a guy. I fart and take credit for it (actually it just makes my daughter laugh but she laughs at all weird noises), I burp loudly, I play video games, I am a guy which is a translation from Cherokee which means “Big Child” (actually it isn’t from Cherokee but I am sure it means Big child in some language). In fact, I think I am the only guy who participates in this workshop but it’s a great workshop and I can give you at least ONE guy’s perspective on things.

Believe it or not, I am a pacifist. I do not believe in violence or physical altercations, however, I am a big advocate of peace but I am not naïve. I do believe in knowing how to protect yourself and your family so I do hold a belt in Aikido, albeit a small belt but it’s a belt nonetheless.

With all that said, I cannot remember ever really punching anyone or really anything. I think I may have punched a tree once when I was frustrated… but it was a daunting Maple and it had it coming!

Instead, I am going to write about someone I would LIKE to punch and that is the boy monster downstairs. You see, we rent the upstairs of a shared, 2-family house. I have lived in many apartments in my life and have always had consideration for my neighbors around me. I keep things quiet as can be and try not to cause trouble. I have never had a neighbor issue before. My first apartment was in a complex and my next door neighbor liked to listen to his stereo loudly, but at exactly 10pm he turned it down or off. To me that is respecting your neighbors, to a degree.

Now we have lived in this house for 3 ¾ years. The first 3 years it was just me and my wife. 6 months ago we had our daughter and that’s when things that bothered us a little but not too much became just annoyingly rude and inconsiderate.

The boy downstairs is around 9-11 now. Apparently he does not know how to walk because he seems to jump, LOUDLY from room to room. It shakes the house and he does this at ALL HOURS OF THE DAY AND NIGHT. At night I wear headphones when I am watching movies or videos on my computer so as not to bother my wife as well as the neighbors. Now with the headphones on I cannot hear much. My wife has to yell to me if she is in the same room or tap my shoulder to gain my attention, however, I can hear and feel the vibrations from the boy downstairs slamming doors and jumping, sometimes until 1 in the morning.

Over the last 3 years we have been locked out about 10 times, when we only went out to throw out the garbage and we were right in front of the door! After the first 4 times I started ringing their doorbell to be let in as it was their son who locked me out and they act as if they have no idea WHO in their house would have done it. we have to bring our full set of keys just to throw out garbage or cans. Once the boy came out and couldn’t reach the recycle bin from the stoop so I took the bag and threw it out for him and was walking in right behind him… but he had locked me out. Once in the almost 4 years, I went down there when he was jumping and shaking the house for about 5-10 minutes straight at 11:45pm to ask them to stop and he acted like he had no idea what was happening. I had to tell him that someone in his house is jumping and I do not want the baby to wake up. If I can hear it upstairs I am sure they hear it in their house, but he acted like he had no idea what was going on.

It only became worse the next night.

The latest issue was Christmas Eve.

We thought it would be nice to drop off cookies and some other things as a nice gesture for Christmas. I knock on the door and no answer. Now I hear them in the kitchen and their door is no thicker than my own. I knock again and I hear them say “Someone is knocking on the door.” Then the boy opens the door about 4 inches and then slams it shut. The daughter, who is about 3 years older than he is, sort of stated his name and then he opened the door fast. I was holding my daughter because, well, she is cute and whenever they see us they always stop to say hi to her. Luckily I learned a long time ago to keep one foot in front of an outward opening door. If I hadn’t he would have probably hit my 6 month old with the door.

When the door opened the boy was there walking away and giving me a VERY mean look and the daughter came over and I gave her the gifts and said Merry Christmas, but at that moment I wanted to grab the little turd by the neck.

We are in awe of how rude they let this boy act. They never make him apologize. Once, when I rang their bell to be let in because he locked the screen door, he opened the door without looking at at the door and walked away as I am slamming on the door for him to unlock it. The mother was right there and unlocked it but didn’t say one word to him. Maybe I am old fashioned or brought up differently, but if that was my son I would have made him march out and apologize to them for locking them outside.

Even as I am writing this the jumping and door slamming is going on downstairs.

So this boy is definitely someone I would really like to punch and maybe knock some sense into. We have talked to the parents about the noise level in general (I didn’t want to point out the boy to avoid issues) and they say they will do what they can. Nothing happened. I talked to the landlord, who coincidentally is the father/grandfather to the parents and kids downstairs and he said the same thing. He will talk to them but nothing. So the only thing left for me to do is when they are loud is for me to jump on the floor and make noise back. I am hoping they will get the message but I doubt it.

So now we are on the quest for a new place to live until I finish school and we can move out of New York… but that was a different older post in itself.

Has anyone ever had to deal with loud, rude, inconsiderate neighbors?

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I work in an Emergency Room, my shift ends at 11pm and I arrive home about 15 minutes, or less, later. After a shift I have a huge problem falling asleep as I am not tired until around 1 or 2 in the morning, so I do the feedings at night so my wife can get some much deserved sleep.

Usually around 12:30ish my daughter starts to stir and make noise so I bring her in with me and she conks out for another 30 minutes or so before she is REALLY hungry. As I am feeding her I watch tv, VERY quietly, and I am an avid fan of HGTV. I LOVE this tv network. It shows so many Do it yourself projects and ideas, but one of their shows is HOUSE HUNTERS.

If you are unfamiliar with the show, it follows a couple around with a real estate agent while they show 3 houses and at the end, the couple chooses one house to place a bid on and then they tell how much they paid for the house as well as any changes they made to it. It can be a little addictive, especially when you are trying to guess which house they chose.

The show is REALLY good, but the people they have had on the show lately have been the bottom of the barrel type people. I mean EVERYONE wants to buy the best things for the lowest price, but these people seem to expect a mansion for the price of a cardboard box.

So the recent episodes, these people have CRAZY budgets. They are approved for somewhere around $800,000 or more but expect to buy multi-million dollar homes for around $300,000 it seems! I can understand spending $500,000-$750,000 and expecting you can just move in and not do much if anything. I mean, most people do make changes to their home to make it their own such as paint walls or changing the hardware on cabinets, but some of these people… I think they feel if they knitpick everything they will receive a HUGE discount when bidding instead of realizing, it’s just superficial things that can easily but done themselves but I guess they feel they are too above painting their own rooms.

One couple stated they wanted a fixer upper and when they were shown a house that fit the bill and the house was over 3,000 square feet as well as being sold for ½ the price of the houses in the same neighborhood, they did nothing but complain. Maybe its just me, but when I think of a fixer upper I think of a house that requires so real work. Maybe dry wall needs to be done or maybe a bathroom needs to be completely gutted, I think of MAJOR work. I think the people on the show do not really know what a fixer upper is. If you can’t do the work needed FOR the fixer upper, don’t ask to see fixer uppers and then act like the world is going to stop because you have to repaint a room because the last people had REALLY bad color choices. Or act like the entire house is useless because someone put lime green shag carpet in a room. People change their carpeting all the time, so realize… if someone put it in, you can take it out and change it!

By the end of the episode, these people buy the house that is the exact OPPOSITE from what they were asking for and then put all this money into changing to be what they wanted. When I start house hunting, I have specific criteria in mind and there may be some minor things I will compromise on, but the major things I would not. Things like the size of the house, the minimum size of the lot it is on, the fact that property taxes are a concern and so on.

But that is why a GREAT show, like House Hunters annoys me. What do you think? Do you watch the show?

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Ok. Just like every other person on the planet, there are things which annoy me. I mean REALLY annoy me. Some things only annoy me slightly while other things are WAY on the top of my SHUT THE HECK UP list. You know the list I am talking about. The one where people say these things which sound so asinine that you can’t help but tell the person to shut up and then proceed to give them your feelings on the subject.

Well, the other day I had one of those conversations where I just told the person how idiotic what they were saying sounded.

When I have these conversations, I always give myself time to think things through just to be sure I am not over reacting about the topic… I wasn’t.

With people at work, some people you become more friendly with than others. Those people you talk to about things as well as ask them about things as well. I was at work and one of these people I am friends with had been on vacation so, since I consider him a friend, I asked him if he did anything and so forth… that’s when the conversation took a turn for the worst.

He said he didn’t go anywhere. I knew he had planned on going to Jamaica with his kids (He is a single father bringing up 2 boys) so I told him I thought he had taken them back to Jamaica.

He stated it was too expensive and when he goes he needs at least 2 weeks. Hey, that sounds great to me. But I asked him if he did anything during his stay-cation. He said “NOOOOO! What are you crazy?”

Huh? Ok, so you take vacation from work. You can’t go back to Jamaica (where you are from originally) to see your family, you didn’t do anything while on vacation, what is the purpose? Now I didn’t say any of this. At this point I am still thinking this, but my way of thinking is – if you are going to take a vacation… do SOMETHING. You can sit home and watch TV anytime. When you have a day off or something, take advantage and do something… ANYTHING. Go to six-flags or go rollerblading, take the kids to see something you wanted to like the Statue of Liberty or the beach at Montauk Point. To me taking a vacation and doing nothing at all is useless… unless you have things you may need/want to get done like home project or just an overload of errands you have been trying to finish. But if you are going to do NOTHING, then go to work and make money, earn more vacation days and then take a vacation when you find something you want to do or a place to go.

Ok, so here we are, talking about his stay-cation and how he didn’t do anything and he thinks I am nuts for suggesting he did something on his week off from work. And now THIS is why I may have become a little annoyed at his thinking.

I suggested he should have done something and he looked at me and he said “there is nothing to do around… not like down in the Carribean.”

WHAT?!?! I think that is BS. I totally agree that the carribbean is gorgeous.. WHICH IS WHY PEOPLE GO ON VACATION DOWN THERE. But if you can’t afford to go or just don’t want to at this time, anything you can do down there you can easily do here in the US.

He said people cannot go snorkeling here. I called BS. I stated I agree I would not WANT to, but then if you want clear water, jump in your car and drive down to the Jersey shore or even go to Virginia beach or the Outer Banks. The water is VERY clear and they even have shipwrecks you can dive down to, if that is your thing.

Then, this is the part where he said he would never do that with his kids because here in the US you have to watch your kids like a hawk, but in Jamaica you don’t.

Again, my brain screamed WHAT?!?!

I told him I completely disagree with him on that because I know many people who went to Jamaica and they had much more stolen then if they stayed in the US. So I looked it up and the murder rate for countries in the world – North America is listed as 6.5 while the Caribbean is listed as 18.1! So the murder rate is just about 3 times that of the US. I also looked up what Jamaican websites state about their own country.

They state if you stay in your vacation resort, your fine. If you are crazy enough to leave (barring excursions to tourist attractions) expect to be violently harassed. They also state if it is not nailed down, expect it to be stolen. Farmers, residents, everyone has their items stolen and cars are expected to be broken into unless you have someone watching it.

I think what also annoyed me is that someone left “their country” to come here to the US and then, in a round about sort of way, bad mouth this country. My country. The good ol’ US of A.

My though is, if your country is so awesome and amazing and so much better than my country of birth… why the heck did you leave it and come here? That tells me that you have a VERY vivid imagination of how “awesome” your country is and you know that the US is much better!

Who would leave a place they love and is great to go somewhere that they do not feel safe with their family?

I am all for relocation and remembering your roots and customs. I love learning new customs in every way. But if I am going to move to a country to live and make a living for my family, I am not only going to learn the language and customs, but I am going to respect the country and the people in it.

It is daily that I help patients in the ER who do not know any English at all. My first thought is that they are visiting or recently relocated, but after talking to them I find they have lived here for DECADES?!? This blows my mind! How can you live in an English speaking country and not learn the language? I would be embarrassed for myself if I moved to Russia or Spain and refused to learn Russian or Spanish, besides thinking that I am disrespecting the residents.

Part of me thinks I am being too harsh. I mean, the United States is a GREAT place. There is someplace here for everyone. There is the ability to create a much better life because our payscale is higher, but then again so is our cost of living.

Sometimes I feel a little spoiled to have the lifestyle I have when there are places that could only dream of these things. I know a lot of people think “well if your situation is really that bad, then do something about it to make it better!” Unfortunately it is not always that easy.

But I do think you should have respect for the country you choose to live in, to be a citizen in. I think that if work to become an American citizen the LAST thing you should do is say how everything here sucks and where you are from originally is so much better. If it is… go back there.

What I think is even more annoying is how close minded these people are. Even with the arguments and the facts about which they are speaking, they still turn it around to make it positive… but only in their mind and they are not smart enough (in my opinion) to realize it.

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