My take on Boy Scouts and it's okay to be a MAN/BOY

I keep hearing on the news about soo many things that just burn me up. On how men can't be men anymore and women well we are just screwed up from the word go, these days.  I mean what is wrong with BOY SCOUTS?  it has been in business for 108 years and now to see it go down because of the Political Correctness freaks out there that really don't believe in the cause. Boy Scouts put young boys into being young men,  What do girls know about being a MAN? not one dang thing. We are built differently, not only physically but emotionally. Throughout history, man has been the one who saves the day, bread winner, someone strong and most young girls dreams, A PRINCE.  

Boy Scouts is a club that boys can get to be boys and learn about loyalty, friendship, bravery and kindness. It has been a darn good club to mentor young boys and guide them to be responsible men. They have turned out some great men. Some have started businesses, served our Country, some have gone into law enforcement and some have turned out to be great fathers and husbands. Now what is wrong with that?  

The PC Culture tells us we have to be inclusive and girls should be on the boys team but by damn the boys can't join the girls club.  Well for one, I am here to ask if the girls are going to be joining BOY SCOUTS will they endure the same treatment as the guys? Will they have to go forage in the wilderness, build tents, go use the bathroom on the open ground or will they get to bring makeup, hair supplies, telephones, book/magazines and do nothing but call themselves BOY SCOUTS? 

Let's face it we are dumbing down our future generations. It's sad because growing up being a boy meant something to many. Playing football, baseball any type of sport they could show their god given abilities and sportsmanship of the team (not I). Opening doors for their lady friends was a sign of respect. It showed the female this guy was boyfriend/husband quality. It was okay for a guy to take up for his lady friend, it showed he cared. It was okay for a guy to hold a girls hand, to ask her if he could kiss her at the end of a date, heck it was okay for a guy to pick up a girl from HER house not anybody's house.  Maybe it's just me and how I see our young people act today, there are no morals, no respect for themselves or others, no real friendships, no conversations and no real comradery of any type. No one is real anymore. We need to take our young boys back and show them it's okay to be masculine, it's okay to have/show a softer side, it's okay to raise your kids, it's okay to hold hands, it's okay to say words of encouragement, it's okay flex those muscles, it's okay to wear those jeans or that suit, it's okay to open doors, it's okay to show respect. IT's okay to be a MAN. Take it back.   

But not with the PC culture that we have sat by and idly let ruin our young people and take over our schools, our work our government/non facilities, our entertainment; basically our lives. These people really, do not believe their hype. This is way too long of a rant for me to go into today, but tune in for the future.

I am here to tell you Boy Scouts has just made a big mistake cowing down to the PC police. This old tradition of bring boys to men will be gone in just a few short years.  It is very sad that they could not hold their ground.  So what if girls want to join, rules are there for a reason. But, if they are to join and want to act like a boy-- by all means show them like a boy. 

Boy Scouts is an old tradition and there is something for tradition, it should not be tampered with leave it alone. 


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Mental Slope

With all the talk about guns and what to do or not to do.  I feel, we are about to go down a slippery slope where mental health/illness is concerned.  

Bear with and I will explain on why I feel this way.  They (big government) is now wanting to pass laws that keep the mentally ill from owning guns and if they have guns- they can confiscate them. That can bring a whole mess of problems. 

What does someone having a mental issue mean?  Let's go over a few "issues" and see how we would find ourselves in this quandary of the "mental slope".  Okay, say you or I have taken some type of medication that normally goes for depression or get this take a certain type of medication that is for your ailment but it also can treat a psychological disorders. Or you have seen a doctor for any number of disorders; take your poison- say for depression or afraid of heights, spiders, death in family etc..  Well does this warrant the big brother of government to take my/your guns? NO!

Now they will say while the big ole debate is going on, that these will not go under the prevue of confiscation.  Well, sure we can believe what big brother says, right?  NO! This debate is useless unless they can make up what determines a mental issue with no loop holes or addendum laws attached. Government can't do that, they have no sense of knowing or even care. We already have laws on the books that are not being enforced by someone in big brother government and we the little people are falling for it again. Special interest groups taking the bull horn and shouting to rooftops and wanting laws changed for the good of the people, Yeah right? for the good of their blowhard mouths and padding money in the pockets of these politicians to whom they wail. We have too many laws that are not being enforced and no intention of being enforced they are made only to pacify those special interest groups and get themselves richer. Shame on us, little people.  

What if one day we have a bad day at work or at home and fly off the handle and someone calls in that we have or they think we are having a mental breakdown of sorts. Does this warrant confiscation of guns? Question - who does one call - is it local or federal? Is it a day in court or automatic confiscation if they deem you unfit mentally to own a gun? 

Now before some of you jump off the bridge, I understand with a deep mental issue; a deep psychosis like schizophrenia etc.., may fall under issue but who is going to determine that?  Come on we all suffer from some sort of mental issue every day of the blasted week from work, kids, home, family you name it - it's there. Is it a physician from the local or federal government that will determine who is unfit? Who? Can anyone call in and say you or I unfit to carry a gun? See my point?  

Things need to change but making more useless laws that no one will follow or enforce is a waste of tax payers time and money.  There needs to be a debate and not one sided either. So before we go down the slippery mental slope. We really need to determine what right are we going to give up next.  Because from what I understand of our great nation..  Our rights and liberty are not up for debate.  

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NOTE TO SELF

Well Mom, I made it, the age you were 19 years ago; the year you died. All these years, after your passing, I have been so scared and nearly petrified of seeing this age. 

I thought of my great grandmothers' death at 67 years old and my grandmother at 64 and then you, Mom, at 64-- scared me into thinking what about me or my sisters and brothers? The women in my family seem to go fairly young. And with my age of 34 when mom passed, started me thinking of the years to come. Thinking of the future scared me to death that I stopped living and to only exist. Existing in the moment. I began not caring or wanting very much anymore, brought more depression that I almost shut down. My days became my nights and my nights my days-- no sleep--to afraid to sleep. 

Thinking of death and how death was lurking, waiting for my turn. My thoughts of death began to consume me and I started thinking of ways, silly I know, on how to cheat death.  Really? No one, not one single thing can EVER cheat that creepy little guy with the sickle, but I sure was hoping and praying. After all DEATH had cheated my mother and how I hated him but,feared him as well. Fear was it in a nutshell. Dying was a loss to me, my family and to my mother's memory.

Today, my 54th birthday, I have thought about her a lot. The tears I have shed thinking about her today, thinking of her short life and her death and how it seems unfair. What would mom be like , now? How much I miss her smile and her quirky little laugh, but most of all I miss her and the person she might have been.

All the years of me fighting death did nothing for me. It only stopped me from living the life that my mother sought for me and to be the best person I could be on this earth. No, my life isn't over, at least I hope that it isn't but I cheated myself and that I can't get back.  Even though, I knew you couldn't cheat death, thinking about trying or finding out how was good enough. But, Death comes to all of us in one form or another and I had to stop fearing Death and learn to embrace Life. So, I say to myself especially today, "get off your butt and no time better than the present." "Give yourself permission to enjoy what life can give and this is the best present you can give yourself and to mom's memory."

So, here goes.   HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOBBIE SUE---- She's 54.  ENJOY!!! 

An uneventful day and a tune

As I was cleaning the kitchen, I heard a familiar tune coming from the television by way of the living room. A tune that made me stop for a moment and reminded me of my grandmother. She had just gotten out of the hospital and still not feeling well and while she was reading the morning paper, she started reading out loud.

Oh my, she said, I can't believe he has died. He was my favorite actor and I just loved him and his voice was dreamy.   To hear my grandmother say dreamy made me turn around from the sink  and say in a oh my goodness, can't believe you just said something like that voice--- "Grandmaw, really?" She looked up from the paper and said, "I was young once" and I would have followed him anywhere but of course later on found out he was gay, but you know, I think I could have changed him.. Now my face turned really red and my voice a little louder screech, saying to my granny that she shouldn't be saying things like that at her age. 

She looked back at me, with a look only a grandmother could give and went back to reading the paper and I turned my attention back to the sink and listened to her read about his death and how he was leaving everything to his long time lover of soo many years and she stopped and said, such a shame, he was a good looking man, just loved him".  I told her I didn't know he was gay and said that he was alright looking for someone older.

Before my grandmother passed a few of his new shows would come and we would sit and you could not say one word or you were banished from the room until the show went off.  Anyone that knows/knew my grandmother knew she was direct and no nonsensical woman. She said what she said and if one didn't like it, she would tell you what she thought and go on. 

That tune, today, I don't know why it got me thinking of my grandmother but it did. Got me to smile and thinking of the day she read about his death and how sad she looked and remembering back to some of his old shows/movies. She seemed childlike that day even through her sickness and her pain, she had a great memory and shared her thoughts with her grand daughter.  How I would love that special time in space to return. I would understand NOW and engage in a much different way other than how I thought my granny had totally lost all scruples and saying such things.

That tune, that tune is the start of Perry Mason. Raymond Burr was a handsome man and great actor.. Since my grandmother's passing, I have loved watching his show and try not to miss an episode.  It's funny how something that was seemingly uneventful on a day of chores brings back a sweet memory on an uneventful day of chores.

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My humiliating story and finding humility on the other side

Years ago, I met a young man at a grocery store, he was stocking and I was shopping. It was a Sunday. We ran into one another while hanging out with friends at the local Thunder Birds. (Boy does this bring back some memories).  We began talking and  hanging out but I liked one of his other friends instead of him and I dodged him, frequently, but he never stopped. I was still quite shy so I never let it known to our mutual friend that I liked him and he ended up dating another girl, no biggie, I still had plenty of beaus (get your minds out of the gutter, I was still a good girl) that I could hang with.

This guy and his friends became great friends of mine and we spent more time on the dance floor than sitting in our chairs. We had some great times but I still didn't give this guy a chance, he called me all the time  on the phone for hours and every Wednesday-Saturday, he would drive all the way from college to see me. Great gesture, right? But, I didn't care - we weren't dating, just friends as I saw it and I could dance and do as I pleased.


Years go by and I still would not give this guy a chance after all the times he spent talking to me, dancing, hanging out and being there when I had problems with other guys. He was such a great friend. One day, he and one of our mutual friends had moved across from my friends apartment. We all started hanging out at the pool and playing Frisbee and I was in one of my moods and mad at a guy  and he said something to me and I looked up at him and stated well we all know what you guys want don't we and he got a serious look about him and stood up and stated , "really? after 5 years, you think that is all I want? if that was true, I would have left a long time ago with how you have treated me" and he just walked off.   I went over to his friend and asked what was his problem and they came out and told me, you dummy he loves you.. All he ever talks about is you. You give him nothing but a crumb and he keeps coming back. We keep telling him that even though we are all friends, she doesn't care as you do. Find another they told him..  

A few months had passed and  I had not seen him out much, until one night while out with other friends, his friends come in and I ask where he was and they stated he was getting married the next day and I stopped dancing and pulled the friend off the floor and he stated to me that he was getting married and I flew off the handle stating  sure he loves me, he is getting married to someone he barely knows.. then our friend looks at me and said ..  Bobbie, he loves you but he knows how much you can and have hurt him and this girl loves him, so what do you want him to do?  Feeling pretty low by that time, I said "you are right, he deserves  love." 


Forward about 20 years, I thought about this guy and how much he cared and did for me when we were younger and the tears flowed down my face thinking how terrible was I to do that to someone. Someone that cared and showed me every time, every day and yet I gave nothing.  How sad and ashamed.  A few days later the shame I had felt compelled me to try and talk to him, whether or not he would talk to me, I needed to tell him how sorry I was being young, dumb and stupid, I found his number and got the nerve to dial the phone, the phone rang and it was his wife that answered,  I asked if he were there and told her that I was an old friend. He came to the phone and I said that it has been  a long time and from time to time I thought about him and how he didn't deserve what I did or said and for that moment in time he was the best person for me and I didn't see it. He was glad to  hear from me and never once did he get angry nor say you are right,  he just asked how I was doing and if I had children and that we had great times and talked about our friends and how they were doing and our kids. It was great to finally hear from him to know that he was doing really well.   I told him that it was great to hear from him and hung up the phone. 

This story is a story of humility....  How could this guy after what I had done and said to him give me the time of day......... I was truly humbled by his response and his caring that it changed a big part of me that day. One has to learn to grow and I learned through my fears of my past didn't define me as 40 something I had become. This person(man) was bigger than I was and he never became bitter nor resentful, he stated that my rejection gave him a new life and 2 great sons and helped him grow as well. 

Mind your words and how you treat another while you are young, because one day when you are feeling there is no one in the world that cares, you might need an old friend to put things in perspective. Thank God for giving me the time I had with this great guy, I owned up to the humiliation and came out the other end being humbled by his friendship. 

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HOW TO TIGHTEN LOOSE/SAGGY SKIN AFTER WEIGHT LOSS?

How to tighten the skin after weight loss?

Good question. There are many things you can do to help put that skin back on track depending on what/how you want to do.

You can go to a physician which can cost a few hundred to thousands.


There are lots of ways you can do naturally, if , if you are willing to have patience and be persistent.

Massage, good ole, massage can also help with that sagging skin/cellulite and also a good one to try is sea salt body scrubs. With sea salt scrubs you don't have to run out and pay for one, you can do it right in the comfort of your own home. There are lotions you can do as well. 

I will post webpages you can choose from that can help along with some exercises and stretches. But don't get discouraged, keep on a sensible regimen and you will find yourself back to your old self or NEW self.  Be advised these sites may repeat themselves, but give them a try and if any health issues please consult your physicians. Drink lots of water.

http://www.healthyandnaturalworld.com/ways-to-tighten-skin-after-weight-loss/
http://www.quickanddirtytips.com/health-fitness/healthy-eating/how-to-tighten-loose-skin-after-weight-loss
http://www.livestrong.com/article/239454-how-to-naturally-tighten-skin-after-weight-loss/
https://legionathletics.com/loose-skin-weight-loss/
http://www.top10homeremedies.com/home-remedies/home-remedies-sagging-skin.html
http://www.livestrong.com/article/426580-exercises-to-tighten-your-body-after-weight-loss/
Ihttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFs8m3U44kI

WELL SHE DID IT AGAIN

🎕On Sunday, beautiful day for Mother's Day; although a bit chilly earlier in the day, it became very pleasant soon enough.

I had asked for Mother's Day,  new plants to go outside in the flower garden. We picked up some beautiful flowers and hope that my black thumb, like my mom, is turning that good shade of green.  I looked like I knew what I was doing anyways.   I had taken my new garden barrow out, my hoe, shovel and potting soil and proceeded down the hill to collect some plants that I had planted last year and bring them around to the side of the fence where I was going plant the new ones.   Why, I thought it was a great day to plant during that time of day, no idea, but I did anyway. Digging them holes in this red dirt on this land that used to be a rock quarry for the railroad, not easy. But, I finally got them in the ground and grabbed  the water hose to spray my pretty little plants and give them a good bath. 

Well you know I have the knack of doing and getting into things that I should pay attention to, well this time no different . I had put the hose down to grab another handful of potting soil and I stepped back and felt water going up my body, what does this one do...........  Of course, look up to see where the water was coming from only to find that I had stepped on the spray nozzle and it was giving me a bath, ground up. YOU know that is not the whole of the story, instead of taking my foot off the nozzle, I, yes, I grabbed for the hose. It had taken a minute to realize what I had done and politely took my size 8 off that nozzle, wet as a drenched cat, walked calmly up the hill with my barrow in tow hoping  no one saw my little scene.

All I do is shake my head and just smile...  What are you gonna do?  Some days it's just too fun living in my head.   :) 

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