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John Laurence Robinson
Wisdom Member
Post Number:
820
Registered: 01-2002
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Thursday, October 20, 2005 - 02:08 pm: |   |
RESIGNATION :
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple, when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes. But that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair.
I want to think that everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simply again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So . . . here's my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause..."Tag! You're it!" |
Frederick A. Babb
Hsympothai Member
Post Number:
394
Registered: 04-2004
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 04:05 am: | |
Where do I sign up?
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Tom Elkins
Wandering Member
Post Number:
248
Registered: 01-2005
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 05:49 am: | |
That means no more beer.
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Tom Elkins
NORTH of TEXAS |
Stephen Lodge
Awareness Member
Post Number:
13
Registered: 06-2004
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 06:28 am: | |
No beer, maybe, but there's always Kool-aid and chocolate milk.
Novels by Stephen Lodge:
"Shadows of Eagles"
"Charley Sunday's Texas Outfit!"
"Nickel-Plated Dream"
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Nancy Marie
Unity Member
Post Number:
1986
Registered: 08-2001
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 07:16 am: | |
Count me in, and you can have my teenager who decided last week that life with her father was a greener pasture than the life she had at home.
Kitty |
Jennifer Lynn
Unity Member
Post Number:
1814
Registered: 03-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 07:24 am: | |
Sounds good to me too!
Kitty.. I went through that. Took about 10 months but mine was begging to come home and we've been better for the whole experience ever since.
J
Jennifer Lynn
www.jenniferlynn.ca |
LA
Unity Member
Post Number:
2115
Registered: 12-2001
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 07:28 am: | |
John,
Marco....
Sign me up.
Kitty,
I went through that last summer. Oldest teen left for her mom's on June 19. She was back at the house on August 21. Her mother couldn't take anymore. The woman still can't figure out how in the world my husband and I work with 5 when she can't handle 1. LOL.
Also, one of the subcontractors at the Journal went through that with her daughter. Within 2 weeks, her daughter called and begged to come back home.
Sometimes it works out for both, other times it serves to open the eyes. I'll keep you in my prayers, hon.
Meanwhile.... last one to the tree is a rotten egg.
LA
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Nancy Mehl
Mindsight Moderator
Post Number:
2241
Registered: 08-2001
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 08:43 am: | |
John,
Meet me tonight under the street light. And bring a can.....
Nancy
MINDSIGHT MODERATOR
www.nancymehlbooks.com
www.myshelf.com |
Joyce Scarbrough
Wisdom Member
Post Number:
683
Registered: 03-2004
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 11:22 am: | |
Beer is yucky anyway! Anyone for Freeze Tag?
~Joyce Sterling Scarbrough
True Blue Forever
Coming from Authors Ink Books, November 2005
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Read the first chapter at http://www.authorsden.com/joycelscarbrough1
Pour yourself a glass of bubbly and check out Champagne Books http://www.champagnebooks.com |
Tom Elkins
Wandering Member
Post Number:
249
Registered: 01-2005
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 02:38 pm: | |
Kitty -
Been there, done that. My four teens, and their friends in similar circumstances, shopped around for the best deal (meaning the least discipline). When they begged to come live with me I made it clear that I loved them and would do my best to make it happen...but it was not to be a trip to the mall. It would be permanent until they were 18. Three agreed, one did not and went to live with her mother. We made it stick.
te
P. S. Beer yukky??? My God, woman!!
Tom Elkins
NORTH of TEXAS |
Fred Dungan
Unity Member
Post Number:
1238
Registered: 10-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, October 21, 2005 - 02:42 pm: | |
Back to cod liver oil, ipecac, and Milk of Magnesia? Back to dropping my pants and bending over for a shot of penicillin from a large syringe with an even larger needle? Back to measles, pneumonia, mumps, chicken pox, and earaches? You must be joking!
http://www.fdungan.com/vigilantes.htm |
Michael Ball
Awareness Member
Post Number:
24
Registered: 05-2005
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, October 22, 2005 - 11:35 am: | |
Fred,
You always bring realism to the posts.
I sure remember cod liver oil, Milk of Magnesia, polio vacine, etc., but at our house (and my neighbors in Michigan)the thing that "sticks" with me most is the monthly enamas we had to endure. My dad would catch us (7 children) and my mother would "clean us out". I don't know if that was medical practice for mothers then, but in our area all the kids got them. They seemed to end about the time the Polio vacine came out, or maybe we were too old and fast to catch anymore. I can't really remember now.
They usally did this on a Saturday before our weekly bath. (Yes, we only bathed once a week because we had to heat the water on a stove and all of us bathed on a schedule at one time in the same water)(This was 1950 and we had an outhouse for a toilet, but we had a bath tub that you filled with a pail from the hand pump and stove. Beleive it or not, it worked and we were happy kids.)
Anyway, I hated that enama more than anything I can remember (even cod liver oil), and I still would not like go back to those "good old" days again. I have great memories, but America was a working poor country then without malls, computers, MTV, freeways, ...hey, wait a minute, on second thought........
Mike |
Dennis Collins
Mindsight Moderator
Post Number:
1607
Registered: 06-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, October 31, 2005 - 07:47 am: | |
One of the joys of youth is the innate ability to erase unpleasant events from our memories. You only remember them now because you're an adult and have lost the innocence of your pre-pubescent life. The only flaw that I found in Johns post was, "anything is possible," my logic being that if all things are possible the one of those possibilities must be that nothing is possible.
...but that might be okay too... |
Laurel Johnson
Unity Member
Post Number:
4105
Registered: 01-2002
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, October 31, 2005 - 09:55 am: | |
I would gladly return to pre- 1950's america and be any age at all, young or old. While writing my latest book about my grandma's life, especially the time from 1898 to the WW 2 years, what Mike said was true. This WAS a working poor country. Just about everyone was "poor" in money and things, but not in nourishment, pride, capabilities, intelligence, and everything that mattered. Oh there was an occasional rich person but in the heartland of America such people were few and far between.
This was a very different country then, and I want it back. So if I have to take some castor oil, have iodine placed on my cuts again, play with cans and rocks, and eat navy bean soup and home made noodles every night until it's gone, I'll do it. Good one John.
Laurel Johnson
Author: The Grass Dance
The Alley of Wishes
Color of Laughter, Color of Tears
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Pacwriter
Unity Member
Post Number:
2105
Registered: 04-2002
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, October 31, 2005 - 10:29 am: | |
those wishing for the good old days can have them. Sell your tv, car, turn off the electric, buy a cow, a mule, a pig and a boar. You'll need an ax to cut wood then chop it into logs for the fire. Ride the mule to the store for luxuries like coffee.
Remember that most people - the majority - died before sixty. child birth was natural and many, many children did not survive the first two years.
nope - give me the pestilence of today, and my internet. I'll lock my doors and pay the high gas prices.
My memory of growing up is to good. I remember no food in the house, sitting by a barrel filled with wood for heat, patched jeans, so many quilts piled on the bed I couldn't breathe and still shivered. Watching old people die for lack of medical care and life-saving medicines. Not being able to have a conversation on the phone without two or three people in some other house interrupting. Walking to school or standing outside in sleet waiting for a bus. summer's filled with hoeing cotton, fall misery of picking cotton and winter days with frozen fingers pulling cotton.
Carriyng buckets of ashes out, loads of firewood in. Taking the pot from under the bed in the mornings, wiping my butt with the Sears & Roebuck. Pulling my own teeth, bandaging my own knees and suffering through colds, flu, and hepatius. Praying I wouldn't be like others I knew stricken with polio. Terrified of "duck and cover" drills.
Being laughed at in school by the city kids because of my clothes. They were "high-minded" snobs. Wondering why black folks had their own water fountains.
Nope, don't want to go back. I'm still poor but a lot better off then in those days.
http://www.perrycomer.com
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Tom Elkins
Wandering Member
Post Number:
257
Registered: 01-2005
Rating: N/A
Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Monday, October 31, 2005 - 03:27 pm: | |
Yeah, Perry. The year I was born the life expectancy of a male child was 60. And at age eight I was diagnosed with a chronic ailment that was supposed to shorten that span. I am now 74, and every day I thank Abbott Labs for the pills I take.
I would like to be 25 again. I was invincible! The world was my oyster, as they say (why do they say that...what's so great about an oyster?). That was before I started begetting children, and didn't know any better.
I've been rich and I've been poor. Rich is better (apologies to Gertrude Stein).
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Tom Elkins
NORTH of TEXAS |
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