Friday, September 30, 2011

KIDS TODAY DON’T KNOW HOW TO BE REAL KIDS…. BFF 128

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I brought the mail in my house yesterday and tossed it in the catch-all basket where we put junk mail until we both have a look at it. Today, I sorted through the junk mail and found a multi-page catalog for one of those Halloween stores that seem to come and go in the night. You know…here today and gone tomorrow. Or, maybe that is a big city thing…

Anywho….

I glanced through the pages. There was page after page of Halloween costumes for children and adults. The prices range from $9.99 to $59.99. The costumes were everything from a lady bug to a very realistic police officer uniform. (Am I the only one who sees something wrong with that????)

Shewweee…. That got my old mind to spinning…

Back in the day, very few kids had the luxury of a store-bought Halloween costume. I remember the excitement as the holiday approached. The question of the day was “What are you going to be for Halloween?” Every self-respecting kid already knew the answer and believe me, it was not any one of the popular TV characters like SpongeBob Squarepants or Elmo or some super hero. clip_image003 No…our costumes were always homemade out of old clothes, scraps of material or a sheet with holes cut for the eyes. We were ghosts, hobo’s, pirates, witches…you get the pic? Oldsters will know exactly what I’m talking about. You younger people may have a bit of a problem grasping this concept….

So then…..
 
A kid with a clever Mom, like mine, might be a spaceman or a ballerina… I was a black cat once. All that was required was a black leotard and imagination. Some ears and a tail were fashioned from black satin and my whiskers were drawn on with an eyebrow pencil. clip_image002My mask was the simple black mask for upper face. Another time, I was a hobo in one of my Dad’s old shirts and pants. A rope held the way-too-big pants up and a beat up old hat was found for me by my Grandpa.  A bandana stuffed with wadded up newspaper and tied to a stick completed the look. Of course my face was “filthy” with charcoal.
I could go on and on about different costumes we made with or without assistance from our Mom, but that’s not the point. My point is this… We were healthy, happy kids back in the day. We didn’t get something as frivolous as a store-bought costume. Hardly anyone bought a Halloween costume. Half the fun of Halloween was to decide what we would be then make our own costume. We used our imagination and we could be anything we wanted to be. If a little boy wanted to be Superman, well then…he went trick-or-treating in his favorite Superman PJ’s with some red cloth tied around his neck for a cape. What’s wrong with that?

I don’t think children today exercise their imagination like children did back when I was a kid. We did things like color in coloring books, finger paint, play games, create things out of clay – and it wasn’t Play Dough… No siree… Our clay was grey and hard to use until we worked it over with our warm little hands. We didn’t sit in front of a TV all day because back then, all we could see was a test pattern all day until 5 pm when television “came on”. Then we had the Mickey Mouse club at 5 pm, then the news, some evening shows and the broadcast day ended with a variety show where a cigarette packclip_image004 with beautiful legs danced around the stage. I wasn’t allowed to watch that, but I peeked. Hee hee… Then the television went “off” until the next day at 5 pm.  I sure wanted to have that cigarette pack for a Halloween costume!
 
Were we bored? No way! We played outside for hours every day and played inside when the weather was bad. In our imaginations, we were cowboys and Indians riding imaginary horses. Or we played physical games like Red Rover or King on the Mountain, hopscotch and the like. We used our imaginations and we exercised our growing bodies. I have nothing but fond memories of such a childhood.

I see kids today who are pudgy from lack of exercise and poor eating habits. Most need to be entertained by something…TV, video games and the like. When I was a kid, I got entertained with the Mickey Mouse Club before mostly adult programming was broadcast. One night a week, I got to see Kukla, Fran & Ollie. That is all. The rest of the time, I was tortured by fresh air, exercise and my imagination…

Oh…and Grimm’s Fairytales…

That is what REAL kids do…or used to back in the day. I’d love to see some real kids. Have you seen any lately?


By Darlene Cirinna
©September 30, 2011
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Photos from Photobucket, public domain.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY 9/28/11


First a nice swim, then I think I'll stand on that 
decoy and dry my feathers...  La dee dah...

WHAT DO I LOVE? BFF 126

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The BFF 126 inspiration this week is “What Do You Love?” And, I said hmmmmm…. What DO I love?

I could certainly make a list of all the things I love, but it would be really long. So, I decided to pick out just a few of the things that I love.

I LOVE FAMILY & FRIENDS: There is nothing more valuable than your family, except your health. You realize this more and more as you age. Some friends are as close to my heart as family. You all know who you are…

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I LOVE GOD & MY BIBLE: I have a deep, unshakable faith. I may have one of the messiest, rattiest Bibles ever. That is because I actually read it….
 



I LOVE OLD DOGS: Pets are not disposable, but there are lots of old dogs at the pound who are euthanized daily. I had 3 dogs from puppyhood to death. The first one to die was 17. Two years later, the other two died just 8 days apart. They were 15 & 16. After 2 more years of a too quiet house, I decided to adopt an old dog from the pound. He was 12 and lived to be 17. Next was a little old yorkie who they said was close to 20. She lived her final days out like a queen.

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My heart broke when I saw a picture of a little dog on the pound site. Her face was the picture of misery while she suffered from one of the worst cases of flea allergy I have ever seen.

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That was 5 years ago. She is 15 now. This is Maggie Mae  today.




Our latest little angel was 8 years old when I adopted her. She was left behind in an eviction…  The prior owner just LEFT HER AND WALKED OFF...  I have tried not to judge that action, but I fail because the action is completely unthinkable to me.

County law required the pound make a reasonable attempt to locate her original owners.  The process took 3 weeks.  When I first saw her, she was nearly withdrawn from everything.  She didn't have any interaction with me.  It was like people didn't exist in her little mind.  She was not interested in the world around her - at all.

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To think about how withdrawn she was at the pound makes me want to cry. How could anybody just walk off and leave their pet behind??? Well, she has been with us for 15 months now and I love her very much. She will never be abandoned again because when I get a pet, it is for life. As I said…pets are NOT disposable. Molly is here for as long as God wills…

I LOVE VEGGIES: YUMMY!!! I love veggies so much that I even eat them for breakfast.
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I grab a bunch of stuff from my veggie drawer in the fridge, then I start chopping. I stir fry it all together, toss in a couple of eggs, then top with shredded cheese. I call it my scrambled veggies…

Yes…that is jalapeno pepper you see in my scrambled veggies… Shut up!!! Walk away…it is none of your business. hahaha

I LOVE RETIREMENT!!! First of all, I must say that I loved my career. I worked 42 years total - 36 of those years in Human Resources for the State of Florida. Although I had days that I hated, overall I could not have picked a career that I think I would have loved more unless I had become a personal injury attorney, but that realization came really late in my career through my work with workers compensation laws and the family medical leave act. Who knew? LOL

But…back to retirement… I love retirement because, FINALLY, I can stay at home and enjoy all of the things I love. I said I wasn’t going to make a list, but I do want to share what I love doing in my retirement.

I LOVE:

Sleeping until I don’t want to sleep any more

Long lingering time with my Bible and a cup of cappuccino

Breakfast at noon

PJ days
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Riding down to the lake on my adult tricycle with my little Molly in the rear basket and my camera in the front basket

Writing… Who knew I would ever write fiction. SURPRISE!

I LOVE LIFE!!!

It doesn't get any better than this....

By Darlene Cirinna
September 27, 2011

Thursday, September 22, 2011

I NEVER SAW THE COLORS …







I NEVER SAW THE COLORS 






A ringing phone 


RUDE 


Jerked from sleep 


Harsh ringing 


At 5 am 


Staggering 


Stumbling 


To the phone 


A quick glance at the clock 


No good news comes at 5 AM 


NO – NOT EVER 


Bracing self 


For 5 AM news 


I grab the phone 


In denial 


Softly, carefully 


News imparted 


Shocking 


Mind numbing 


NO 


My mind screams 


Over and over 


AND OVER 


It cannot be 


I reject it 


As I softly 


Replaced the receiver 


In my mind 


I saw the colors 


Yellow, orange, red 


Flaming color 


By 8 AM 


On the road 


Headed north 


A trip I did not want to take 


EVER 


As I drove north 


I suppose there was color 


Yellow, orange, red 


AUTUMN 


The wind blew cold 


My heart was colder 


As I stood 


On ancient ground 


I might have seen the colors 


If I had looked around 


But all I saw was 


NOTHING 


It is one year later 


I was walking yesterday 


Remembering 


It was autumn 


When Mom died 


And I never saw the colors







IN HONOR AND REMEMBRANCE OF 


GRACE KIRK WATROUS 


1/7/28 - 11/11/08 


REST IN PEACE MOM 






Written by Darlene Cirinna
©November 11, 2009
All rights reserved.  Do not reproduce without permission of author.