Thursday, February 28, 2013


Facebook a place to learn and socialize, Look what I found a bit of history and it is exiting to read the simple way humans have progressed.

An interesting history lesson for all of you.

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to pee in a pot and then, once a day, it was taken and sold to the local tannery. If you had to do this to survive, you were 'piss poor'.

Worse than this were the truly poor folks who couldn't even afford to buy a pot. They 'didn't have a pot to piss in' and were the lowest of the low.

In the 1500's, many people got married in June. They took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June, well as good as anyone who hasn't bathed in a month could smell. Brides began to carry bouquets of flowers to help mask their body odor on their big day. Hence the custom is today to walk down the aisle with a bouquet of flowers.

Baths consisted of a large tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of taking a bath in nice, clean, hot water. His bath was followed by the rest of the men in the house. After the men, the women were allowed to bathe, followed by the children. Last to be bathed were the babies of the household. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. And thus, the saying "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water" was born.

Houses had thatched roofs piled high with thick straw and no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (such as mice) lived in the roof. When it rained, it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Thus the saying "It's raining cats and dogs" came to be.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house due to poor construction. This posed a real problem in bedrooms where bugs and other droppings could mess up a nice clean bed and ruin a good night's sleep. Beds began to be made with large posts on every corner. Large sheets were dropped across the posts and offered a small amount of protection. And that folks is the humble beginnings of the canopy bed.

The floor was nothing more than dirt. Only the truly wealthy had anything different. Hence the saying 'dirt poor'.

The wealthy had slate floors that were incredibly slippery when wet and especially in the Winter. They began to spread straw (thresh) on the floor to help keep their footing. As Winter wore on, they added more and more until when the door was opened, it all began to spill outside. Wood was soon placed in the entrance way to contain the thresh. Hence the term 'thresh hold'.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In the old, old days, people cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle over a fire. Every day the fire was lit, and items were added to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not have much meat. They would eat stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. And so began the rhyme "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold. Peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes people were able to obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that the man could "bring home the bacon."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leak into the food which inevitably caused death by lead poisoning. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for some 400 odd years, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Lead cups were used to drink ale and whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for days. When the bodies were found, they were taken home and prepared for burial, then placed upon the kitchen table. The family would gather together and partake in food and drink while waiting to see if the person would wake up or if they were actually dead. Thus the tradition of holding a wake was created.

In england, the graveyards were crowded and ran out of space for new occupants. People began to dig up the graves, the the bones to a bone house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, many were found to have scratch marks on the inside indicating that the person had been buried alive. Upon this discovered changing were made in the burial process. A string was tied around the wrist of the corpse which lead up through the coffin and was connected to a small bell above the ground. Someone would have to sit in the graveyard all night to listen for the bell, hence the term graveyard shift. This allowed those who were buried alive to be "saved by the bell" and they were considered 'dead ringers'.

Now, tell me again how history is boring

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Little Buddy is out for the count:

 One of the tribal pet's came home with a chunk of dog missing. Who knows what happened to him he was over at the neighbors wandering in the garage with his leader. Leader found the gnarly gouge and came in to call the vet, the vet had a full booking but was able to call in back up. The buddy got four stitches and had a real bad ear infection in both ears. Ear mites and dirt will get a dog in the winter and if a dog does a lot of swimming. We have a plastic bag of medicine to give him three times a day and he is snoring like a machine gun. Now to keep him from chewing out his stitches. When he wears his cone he runs into everything and he doesn't back up when he hits a snag just sit's or stands there till it moves minutes at a time. More to come 

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Oh Snap the damn vacuum:

 So the tribal member is using the vacuum and I am freaking out. I do not like the vacume it is one of the devils tools. I was tormented with the mechanical device till I no longer like the sound or look of the damn things. I like the idea of a dust free environment but hey gotta live with the sight and sound if you want to be sneeze free.  The upside to having the vacuume going is it gets the goat heads out of the carpeted areas and into the bag on the vacuume the pesky thing are everywhere and kill you when you walk around barefoot. The Goatz will sneak upon you like a plague of locust when you least expect it. They cause the dance of pain on more than one evening. I have over twenty of the bastards on the side table, I pick them up on a daily basis lol crazy

Monday, February 25, 2013

By Hand,


This magazine looks colorful and informative, It was recommended by another blog, Food in a jar She is one of the contributing writers who add another subject to the magazine Food, Sewing,crafts, crocheting are just a few of the fun thing this mag seems to be sharing in their first issue, Here is a free sample: 


Enjoy 

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Fishsticks....

 As the cat jumps onto the sink my simple thought is gun "BANG" or at least an airsoft gun to buzz the little bastards because it would be too expensive to taizzz them. I am sure training a kat is not so hard to do but if you spoil the motherfuckers you can't get them to do a damn thing. 

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Bruces First Condom:


My First Condom,I recall my first time with a condom. I was 14, I went in to buy a packet of condoms at Parchen's pharmacy. In those days it took a lot of guts to go in a store and ask for that kind of item because everyone in town knew me and there was no doubt the young lady (I think her name was Nola) knew what they were for.She was working as an assistant behind the counter, and she could see that I was really embarrassed by the whole procedure. She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one.I honestly answered, 'No, not really.' So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure.I apparently still looked confused. So, she looked all around the store to see if it were empty. It was. 'Just a minute,' she said, and walked me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and laid it aside. 'Do these excite you?' She asked. Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was stand there with my mouth open and nod my head. She then said it was time to slip the condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk. 'Well, come on', she said, 'We don't have much time.'So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful that, unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW, I was done within a few moments. She looked at me with a bit of a frown. 'Did you put that condom on?' she asked. I said, 'sure did,' and held up my thumb to show her.Then she beat the shit out of me....Women have always been hard for me to figure out..

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Google N Facebook KILL ME:

 The two giant's are killing me today as they have for the past week they can not seem to get into sink with each other. The stuttering and lag time could be from the new router the tribe put in but Hmm...I know not where the heart of the problem lies. I have been trying to read my Google reader and post a picture but Crap. February 2 is the start of Chinese New Year celebrations. Celebrate with me virtually, It being the year of the snake I should be in the green and golden in the luck department. I should consult the gods and see what is really in store for me. I sit and watch the interwebs move as slow as when I first discovered it. The new router that has been installed is not worth the plastic it was made with. You can't feed four kid's on one tit, and that is what is going to the dogs with this wi fi network that has been set up. Too many folks trying to use x amount of band width. The thinking that newer is better is not necessarily the case. The old wi fi Router wasn't doing that bad a job but instead of using what was working the tribe must keep up with the Joneses to be better and have the best. I find it funny but the bread winner is out on convalescent leave. But yet she didn't have anything that would keep her from doing her job. She just doesn't want to work just look for an angle to not have to work even if it takes getting a doctor ok surgery and commit bodily harm just to get out of working and possibly get a bit of money from the government for a partial disability. The scam is good especially when you have been screwing the project you have been working through the union. You get moved from job to job even though you aren't qualified for the job. The whole project is a waste of taxpayers money. From the inception the project has been extended and made to be a long term project. You can't even bend over to tie your shoes how is it you are actually doing a job good enough to be paid for. Hanford is a waste of money and will be unless it is taken out of the union labor pool and put into the hands of management that can accomplish a task.  

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Postage Due!!

 Good gravy and all that is homely, Every other package that comes from traders on Ebay don't pay the full postage. Either the scales they use are off by oh, 2.50 and some odd cent's or the postal service is off a bit on the way they charge. I don't know which, the mail chick who brings up the postage due packages and letters is kinda' cute. She has a tattoo of Camacho on her ass, a tramp that was stamped and one of a flower on her shoulder. She say's she doesn't have a boyfriend just has the dad to her four kid's staying in a trailer in the back of her dad's house in Grandview. The nose piercing on her right nostril is cute ish, it makes the eye brow piercing not so obvious and a belly button ring. She is a friendly sort, comes I am sure with public dealing's it makes you more friendly, able to deal with all sorts of people even if you don't like them. I noticed that she drives an older jeep cherokee, she at one time drove a beat up old white subaru she must be moving up in the world, both sound like crap and are in need of maintenance, they rattle along like the typical high millage vehicle being very road weary, But day after day baring sunday's and holiday's the trusty beast's carry her and her and the other mail carriers to their appointed task. I was speaking with her one day and due to their bidding she doesn't get any medical benefits or retirement. she suffers from a brain tumor and cannot get insurance. She cannot take the medication they prescribe because than she would be under the influence. She has kids but they also are only covered by state insurances which is good but shouldn't the postal service be giving their employees health insurance? I would think so but like other big businesses the government is no different. The whole postal system is going down the tubes because of mismanagement you shouldn't rob from one government agency to fund another, but that is the norm for the U.S. I used to love to go out to the mail box to see the new treasures that the postal carrier would deliver. On some day's a box of laundry soap would arrive or the new issue of Boy's Life. I would make a card and send it to my grandma or great grandparents a short distance away. We would save the Kracker Jacks tops, cereal tops, maybe a wrapper from a lolly pop and get a prize when you mailed them in and waited for the reward for all those sugary treats you had eaten. We didn't eat a lot of sugar other than those that were homemade, cookies and fudge and an occasional pie lemon or apple, in July it would be fresh cherry from the tree's at Grandma's Burgens. When I got old enough I would pick those cherry's around the 4th and wait for the peaches, plums or in the fall apples. Those were the day's when it was good to raise your own foods but didn't appreciate it like I do today. The few tomato plants would give you a meal with a piece of cheese. Now being older I want to grow my own food to fill my belly the simple vegetables that will make a meal and if dried would last a few months after the growing season. One day not to distant in the future I will do what needs to be done and make it happen. I will not just be a dreamer but a doer. 

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Cry in the Wind,

 Cry in the Wind, Another free eBook from Amazon.com, the greedy devil that I am. it wasn't a bad book. I sat sipping on a cup of cheap tea. the one in the generic walmart white box. The tea was HOT not warm and it was welcome to faze the chill from being outside feeding and watering the turkey. Ms.tweety was all clucking an perting the cold 30 degree weather taking a toll on her old wing bones. I sit back in the old big blue recliner, sipping tea and reading the depressing story of a young girls life growing up abused and tormented by her own thoughts. It brought to mind the things little girls think about, and there are many. this girl from a large but very poor family, they were survivors. The father had no real drive to be any more than he was a auto body man in the early 50's and late 40's he would steal and con to get what he wanted as long as it didn't inter fear with his own personal happiness. I did reconnect with my aversion for religion with the reading of this book and can see where many have lost faith in a christian religion.
 Eventually this young lady and a few of her brothers and sisters were put into orphanages, run in strict Baptist religious order where god and the staff was punishment. With a little more street smart's which this young lady didn't have access to her life would have been a bit easier but given the year and her age it ended being more of an early tragic life that she or any young person deserves. On one incident in the book the thought of a demon possession in a young girl ended in her death, the chose not to spare the rod to exercise the demon in her. When the simple observation of the girl would have told you that she was a bit touched in the head. that not being slanderous but without the real facts of what the girl suffered from it is a generalization, May the child RIP without the sin she was condemned for. 
 In the end the child grew up to be a lovely woman, and learned to triumph over her childhood, No she didn't strike it rich or end up in a homeless shelter, nor did she end up pregnant or working on the street as a prostitute as most of the matrons at christian orphanage said would inevitably be her destiny. She had a decent and in her own words productive life and even today she helps those who have suffered persecution, abuses and turmoil in their lives. Just a simple basic review it would behoove many young women today to read the history of the past and know it is not all a one sided life that teen girls seem to be infatuated with. Good luck in reading what life has to offer. 


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