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telling my score.
Your last line is hilarious. My guess is crab cakes' head will explode when you realize you hve turned his pointy stick right back at him.
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Just a typical, small town, white girl...

I just got my Stimulus check...1200.00 bones baby.....anybody else get it yet??...What should I spend it on??

"Face it, we aren't going to win. I'd start buying gold and hiding cash under my mattress in preparation for the ultra Dem. Congress and the ObamaMessiah and Princess Pouty Face's Socialist! Paradise!".....Illinidiva

I'd like to congratulate the Bush family on Jenna's pending wedding this weekend.

I always felt bad about the crap those girls had to put up with the past 8 years- I'm still hoping the idiot who called 911 on her for ordering a Margarita gets some sort of karmic payback.

So good for Jenna for finding somebody to spend her life with, and good for Pres. & Mrs. Bush for what will certainly be one of the happiest moments of their lives this weekend.

I'm only 27, yet I had:

Candy cigarettes
Wax coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water inside
Peashooters
45 RPM Records
Cork pop guns
Drive ins
Tinkertoys
The Erector Set
Lincoln Logs (which my son has a brand new set of...they are back with this generation too)

that were actually made of metal?

" Got to love the Lord for making things like that."
Morally Compromised

I enjoy getting old.

I remember all of the above mentioned items and then some.

I'm not bragging but, when I joined the New York National Guard, the first weapon I was given was a 54/70 trap door single shot rifle. Of course it was to take part in a 150th year celebration and I was to be dressed as a 1870 Infantryman. Still, the looks I get when I tell the story.

I want to keep on enjoying getting old for as long as I can.

paper straws
Wham-O zillion bubbles
radial engines
vent windows

For the men out there: Remember when Army Surplus stores actually sold army surplus, like drop tanks, Mae Wests, ammo boxes and mess kits? Might as well be in Cabelo's now...not that there's anything wrong with that.

Not potatoes -- and I remember all of those things.

I remember when TV was just black and white, there were only 4 channels and between 11 pm and 6 am there was just the funny test pattern that looked like cross between a dart board with an Indian headdress. You also had to wait for the set to warm up.

I love being older and I am looking forward to as many years as God gives me.

M Penny

View Master when they were kids?...Those little floppy film things took me around the world by the time I was 10

" Got to love the Lord for making things like that."
Morally Compromised

AAAUUUUGHH!!!!! Scored 27

And life-like hair.

I had several even older than that.

I still have my Erector Set. All metal, no plastic. US Steel, right on the box. Sigh.

"Government of the people, by the people, for the people."
A. Lincoln

Remember the space race? Remember all-metal tricycles? My first one had an aluminum shell with a cockpit, stubby little wings and a vertical stabilizer. It was steered by means of a stick. Elevator control was sadly lacking.

Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies...

We used to take a clothes pin and a couple playing cards...we would attach the card w/pin so it would hit the spokes on our bikes..

It made the coolest Motorcycle sound.....

We also used to "emergency exit " off our bikes..which meant riding along close to the grass and then jumping off the bike and let it go crashing into whatever was unlucky enough to be in the area...Our bikes Never broke...I sure you cant do that sort of thing with bikes they make now

"As the beacon and arsenal of liberty in the world we will always be the target of evil men, as we are all that stands in the way of a new dark age.'....gamecock

I think I may have many of you beat here (unfortunately!) I grew up in what was then a fairly quiet suburban-ish area in New York not much more of a stone's throw north of Manhattan, and fairly close to the Hudson River.

Apparently road paving was not what it is today, and when I was about 5 or 6 years old, on talking Sunday walks along the main road with our folks, we could still see old trolley tracks coming through the asphalt along the bus routes, and my parents seemed to always reminisce about taking the trolley cars to the cinema on their date nights.

As well, we could also see cobblestones along the edge of the streets near the curbs. My grandfather told us of how when he was only 10 years old and new in this country, he'd helped the men who were laying the cobblestones, by bringing them water as they worked, and sometimes earning a whole 10-cents a day.

We even had an old "rag man" who'd come by every two weeks to collect rags to be recycled into our city's newspaper, the old man riding in a cart pulled by a donkey. Mind you, most everyone had cars then (though not many women driving in those days!), and so seeing the rag man come down the street with his donkey cart drew all the neighbor children out to stand nearby and want to pet the donkey.

It really does seem like another lifetime ago, and though I'm still a few years shy of threescore, I can almost understand why my kids think me ancient!

He toucheth the mountain - and it smokes

Back in 1969, Cheyenne, WY (hello FE Warren AFB!) I was able to get on a bicycle at the tender age of 7 and ride just about anywhere my legs could pedal me, alone! I went back a couple of years ago and drove from my old house to the grocery store I used to ride to all the time. If one of my kids rode around like that, at that age now, I'd have a nervous breakdown and I'd probably be arrested for child neglect.

"Government of the people, by the people, for the people."
A. Lincoln

Black and White
(Under age 40? You won't understand.)

You could hardly see for all the snow,
Spread t he rabbit ears as far as they go.
Pull a chair up to the TV set,
'Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet.'

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knif e and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice-pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE .. and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injur ies but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not an option .. even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.

Oh yeah ... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.

I recall Donny Reynolds from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instea d, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?

We needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! How did we ever survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA .. AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T ... SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING.

Pass this to someone and remember that life's most simple pleasures are very often the best.

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