Plastic Surgery for Our Pets

The latest trend today is having plastic surgery on our pets. We, as a society, are after the perfect life; which includes are pets. In our struggles to achieve this perfection, we are now trying to come up with the perfect pet. Is it so important how we look much less how our pets look, that we elect to have unnecessary surgery done to the body that God has given us? Do we really know more then God? Did he not give us this body for a reason? It is bad enough that we choose this for ourselves but now we are forcing this on to our pets. Just because we want the perfect bred of dog. Soon we will try to make a poodle out of a pit bull. What gives us the right to play God with another living creature: to cause them harm; to make choices for them. I am sure that the animals themselves would never choose unnecessary surgery.

Who made us God?

I ask you are looks all that important?

From your roaming reporter. Zoom Zoom

A Second Look at "The Good Old Days"

Let's take another look at "The Good Old Days."

A lot of my childhood was spent with my grandparents and extended family. Each set of grandparents were unique and special. On my mother side my grandparents were strict, disciplined, and all about material goods. Before the depression they were quite wealthy but lost a lot in the depression; which in my opinion turned my grandmother into a bitter person. On my father's side, my grandparents were almost the complete opposite. They were all about their grandchildren and having fun; even though they were only poor dirt farmers. We spent most of our time with my father's parents. My father had two brothers and each of them had children of their own. Now it was a tradition to celebrate everybody's birthday and all the holidays together. This tradition ensured that we were together at least once every weekend if not more. When we got together it was just a big party. In the summer we would play kick ball........everyone would play.......from Grandpa to the youngest grand kid. There would be sandwiches, and cakes and ice cream. When I was young it truly was a Good Old Day time of my life. And then as I got older and started to see that they were not as good as I thought that they were. Grown ups bickering......little back stabling comments. Not the big happy family that I thought we were. And as they kids grew and got married the family suffered even more squabbles. Soon it was hard to find a time to get together for Christmas alone, much less for birthdays. As soon as Grandpa and Grandma pasted away so did all the get together. Ah........The Good Old Days!

From your roaming reporter Zoom Zoom.

A look at the "Good Old Days"

Hello from your roaming reporter Zoom Zoom.

Today we are going to take a look at what people call the "Good Old Days". We all have those fond childhood memories and for the most part they are good memories.........but are they all that good?

Back in my Good Old Days businesses weren't open 24 hours a day.......which in turn forced you to spend more time at home with your family and extended family. Looking back I can now say that I came from a low income family........very low. Although at the time I was none the wiser.

Let's look at toys. Being a low income family we did not have store bought toys. Toys were either made from items around the house or we used imagination. For example one of our favorite game was to slide down the old wood stairs at my Grandparents old farm house on your butt. No great skill needed for that......right? Just start at the top of the stair, sit on your butt and slide down to the bottom. Looking back I am not so sure what made that so fun. Maybe it was the skill of trying to miss the little nail that stuck up dead center out of the fourth to the last step. If you didn't miss it you got a good scrape on one of your butt cheeks. Then you have to tell your parents what you were doing sliding down the steps when they had told you not to. AH......The Good Old Days!

Then there was the button game. For this game you needed more than one kid to play with you. We would sit on that famous stairway that we loved to slide down and one of us would have a button hidden in our hands behind our back. Someone who was chosen previously would come in and try to tell which one was hiding the button. Now you have a bunch of kids -- ages ranging from 3 to 9 ---- trying to keep a straight face and not giggle to let the guesser know who had the button. It didn't take no rocket scientist to figure it out. Ah .... The Good Old Days!

That brings us to the game of water thimble. Line up all the kids --- again the same group of kids; ages 3 to 9. Each kid is asked to think of a color and the the chosen one take a thimble of water and goes down the line trying to guess each kid's color. If the chosen one guessed the correct color he then throws the water in the thimble into the face of that kid and that kid then becomes the new chosen one. Now the thimble was fun and lasted maybe one round and then we would substitute a drinking glass. And the drinking glass would last maybe another two rounds and then we substituted a pan. So by the end of the game we were soaking wet and in trouble. Ah....The Good Old Days!

Our toys were homemade. We made tractors out of wooden spools, tacks, rubber bands and toothpicks. Put two tacks on the end of a wooden spool, lace the rubber band around the tacks and lace it through the hole. On the other side of the spool stick the toothpick through the rubber band. Wrap the rubber band with the toothpick, set it on the floor and watch it go. AH ... The Good Old Days

Time to go.... Will have to continue tomorrow on "The Good Old Days"

From your roaming reporter Zoom Zoom

First Time

Hi! Not sure what I am doing trying to write a blog; but with autumn fast approaching I felt it my duty to warn the world of the impending danger of the serial killer spider.

Little is known of him but his handy work is everywhere------in the corner of the ceilings, between the glass panes of the window, under the work bench, even in the newly mown grass. As he sets his traps to allure the harem of the insect world to his parlor. Then he quickly wraps them in a cocoon for his late night snack with milk and honey. Quickly making a flying carpet web to journey to another secret location.

So beware lest you fall under his spell and end up his late night Dave Letterman snack.

This is your roaming reporter Zoom Zoom.