Sunday, September 02, 2007

I've picked up a real sick troll....

Well many folks out there who enjoy bloggin just fer the fun of entertainin other folks, and gettin some enjoyment themselves, I've had a troll or two over the years...but this guy is one real sicko.......

Now Sir.....until this moment, I been just ignorin the sick sumbitch, deletin and blockin his posts with HaloScan, and actually feelin kinda sad fer's kinda slow today, bein a Holiday and's I thought I'd share my encounters with y'all......and kinda just poke him a might....

I imagine he'll read this post and respond in his usual manner, leaving comments like "you old useless Gabby Hayes look alike has-been and self hating heeb (Jew)", and other remarks I won't offend y'all with. Funny thing is....I'm not Jewish. I'm not sure where he got that idea, except fer the fact that I regularly visit an Israeli blog of a friend of mine, where he also leaves very insulting and degrading comments regardin Jews and other fine folks.

He's also pestered anuther blogging friend of mine frum Great Britain, Gert. This troll is so immature that he likes to make fun of Gert's name because his name sounds like a girls name. The last time I've ever witnessed that kind of behavior was in elementary school...which shows you the level of mentality of this poor sick creature.....

Well Sir....the Gabby Hayes look alike part is correct...old...yupper, guilty as charged...and I guess the has-been part is true to some degree as well. Useless, I don't think so...and being We all eventually get there ya know...even you my sick friend. Yupper, I've had my time in the Sun...and proud of my accomplishments and my service to our great country and my community. Unfortunately for our sick, mentally retarded angry friend (and others he will impact), his 15 minutes in the Sun will probably be when he walks into a school, or a McDonalds, or his last place of employment (if he's ever worked at all), and starts blowing folks away. I base that opinion on the intense anger his comments reflect.....

Now Sir....just to give you an idea about the times and generation I come's a little something that two folks sent me, Charlie B frum Chicago town and Sue Gertson frum Eagle Lake, Texas. I'm pretty sure that most of you fine readers that are about as old as this Cookie (old as Dirt according to the following), will enjoy and relate to the followin.....

"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up ? " "We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."

"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat ?"

"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis , set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning.. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren.. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it ?

MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.

How many do you remember ?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall. Real ice boxes.Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards. Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:
Count all the ones that you remember, NOT the ones you were told about ! Your ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water

3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes
6 Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines8. Newsreels before the movie9. P.F. Flyers 10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
12. Peashooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps

16 Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns

23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young.
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older.
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt !

I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.

Don't forget to pass this along !!

Especially to all your really OLD friends....

"Senility Prayer"...God grant me...The senility to forget the people I never liked,
The good fortune to run into the ones that I do,
And the eyesight to tell the difference."