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Posted at Blogs Lucianne Loves…
Next season on Dancing with The Stars:
An oldie but a goody
It could happen
Did you read Sarah’s newest message via her Facebook page? It’s a pissah…
Dancing with the “Stars”
Because I have so many words…
The prissy stance reminds me of the un-doctored recent photo of him on a bicycle … including a helmet.
That was the nicest of several comments that I thought about typing.
Laughing out loud!
Glad you liked it, Andrea. 🙂
The new Web design looks good, too.
When I was growing up, any boy that wore a helmet while riding a bicycle would’ve been a candidate for a psychiatric exam.
Now, any boy (or girl) that doesn’t wear a helmet is a candidate for a traffic ticket, and a citation of “child abuse” for the poor parent that fails to enforce such draconian lunacy.
It’s a good thing that the do-gooders never caught me during my adolescent years in Texas — having contests to see who could leap the farthest from a porch roof … over a campfire, swimming across a river and almost crossing paths with a water mocassin, diving off a cliff into the water of a gravel pit, taking turns hunting (four boys, one rifle — gotta be “one shot, one kill”, or it’s the next guy’s turn), holding onto a car’s door handle while on my bicycle … as the car approached 50mph, etc., etc.
When I was a boy, other boys used to bring in their brand-new rifles for Show and Tell on the first school day after the Christmas break. Nowadays, they suspend a boy from school for having a PHOTO of a gun!
No wonder that, nowadays, I actually encounter “grown” men, not much younger than me, who actually WAIT at building entry doors until I hold the door open for them!
All while our country’s “leaders” prevent our cops and troops from securing our borders, imprison our troops for killing terrorists, and prosecute troops and citizens for obeying the Constitution.
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
I’d better stop now, lest I type some of those above-mentioned other comments.
Tom, I sympathize with your comments. I’m a lady in every way but I had 6 brothers growing up — four older than me, two younger — and to survive I had to be rougher and more daring than they were. I always rode a boys’ bike for fairly obvious reasons — for those who don’t see why that’s obvious, hand-me-downs were important in our family — and I grew up in the country where there were hills and valleys to ride around on. I NEVER wore a helmet — there wasn’t any such thing when I was a kid, at least not that we knew of. I grew up on a tobacco farm where you did a lot of things that other folks don’t do. I worked in said fields for most of my childhood years. We moved from the farm when I was 13. I am appalled at the regulations kids face nowadays! No wonder they don’t know how to play. If you even TRY to climb a tree now, you get in trouble. I was still climbing trees when I was 38 years old. I can’t now because my old bones won’t let me, but I would if I could. Being a girl NEVER stopped me from doing what I wanted to do.
I’m with you, Tom — “Oh, how the mighty have fallen”.
I can think of a few things I’d better not say, too. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who feels that way. As for this picture — I thought I would lose my supper when I saw it. I don’t believe she would stoop that low in the first place, and in the second place, I’ve seen him dance — and he just doesn’t have “it”! LOL
Dottie,
LOL on the dance stuff. (And, now, I’m trying really, really hard to not type what I was thinking earlier….)
One of the reasons that the Lefties want so many regulations is that they can’t stand the idea that some men are REAL men.
If you have ever been to Ithaca, New York, then you might know that they have a lot of gorges there. When I was 42 years old, I jumped the gorge behind the dorms at Cornell University. (Not the 250-foot gorge with the bridge over it!) The one that I jumped was about 35 feet on one side, and about 60 feet on the other side. The water is probably about 10 feet deep. I jumped the 35-foot side, and my toes barely touched bottom (I was wearing sandals, because of the rocky sides and bottom).
I’d prefer to touch a soft bottom, but that’s another story…. 😉
Tom, while I’ve never been in New York, I know the type of place you are talking about because there are similar places where I grew up in Maryland and in Tennessee where I used to live a few years ago. I’ve done a little jumping myself — just to prove I could. LOL Soft landings are always preferable to rocky, hard ones.
Those on the left only make so many rules and regulations because they don’t want others doing what they are afraid to do themselves. In my world, “scaredy cat” was an invitation to do something just because it looked impossible. My brothers particularly stopped saying it to me when they found out it almost always caused me to do something that could probably have gotten me killed. Since I’m writing this, it didn’t, but sometimes it could have. LOL