THE SPOILED UNDER-30 CROWD!!! LOL
Mon, 01/26/2009 - 1:50pm
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If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious!!!!
When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning Uphill... barefoot... BOTH ways Yadda, yadda, yadda And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in heck I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it! But now that... I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, We had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalogue!! There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter, with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents! Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick OUR ass! No where was safe! There were no MP3' s or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the DJ'd usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished and the tape would come undone..cause that's how we rolled, dig? We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'asteroids'. Your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your butt and walk over to the TV to change the channel! There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little brats And we didn't have microwaves, if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove ... imagine that! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled. You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or before! Regards, The over 30 Crowd Embrace the unique combination of colors in every person's rainbow. 
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This is priceless.
There are a million reasons not to do something, you just need to find the one reason to do it.
ROFLMAO! Great post Wickey!
They never would have made it when I was growing up. I used to go spend time with my grandparents on weekends and a lot in the summer. Only running water was a pump in the kitchen, bathroom was outside, two wood burning stoves, one in kitchen and one in living room, no TV, radio only, crank style party line phone and last but not least for a bath a big galvenized tub by the stove in the kitchen. Try that on for size kids! Really it was the best time of my life though.
I agree Colts Fan. My kids seem to not know how to play outside like we use to. We would get up on the weekends, brush our teeth and get dressed, eat some grub and head out to play. We would all get together (the kids in the area) and find something to amuse us. We may or may not stop back by home for some lunch but you better believe we were home by the time the street light came on. No excuse to miss dinner with the family.
If you couldn't find someone else to play with, you would go exploring to see what types of rocks, leaves, ect, you could find. Times sure have changes. Now, it's like a punishment to my kids if I make them go out to play and we live on over 20 acres!! I go exploring still and would not trade it for anything!!
Embrace the unique combination of colors in every person's rainbow.
Fantastic Wicky, received this in a email a bit back and LMAO...now I did it again, seems to be even funnier the second time around..
not trying to steal your thread...smack me if I need it..
I have a story am going to share.. pass it if you all want..
just so some can share with their children..
When I was young, (long ago) lol... I would go spend some time....about 4-5 weeks.... in the Summer at my Great Grandfathers Strawtown, Indiana homestead... He was a Widower and never remarried.. raised his 2 sons on his own without a Mother to them...
He had...65 acres.. 40 acres farmed & plowed with Draft horses. 20 in pasture.. with fence to walk repair/fix.. weekly... 2 acres mowed with a horse drawn sickle blade mower. 2 acres not really usable .(the junk lot)... 1 acre Farm garden tended to..
I was only 8 or 9 then but, worked right along Great Grandpas side.. I was taught to shoot a 12 gauge double barrel. Oweee.(that hurt a 8 yr. old shoulder) Also learned to... Butcher hogs in the fall, along with chickens & beef cattle.. That put food in all the families freezers for winter..
We pumped the water from a hand pump well to water troughs everyday to water the animals..(my arm went numb pumping that thing)..The garden was one acre of continual work.. hoeing the weeds that would try to take over...
I never ever knew till I stayed with him what work was... We took a splash bath as he said every day from a pitcher & bowl of well water... then every few day we would heat water on the stove to pore a bath in a galvanize tub.. Great grandpa did let me bath first...he had hand made lye soap.. that stuff seem to eat the dirt from your skin.. and (do not get it in your eyes)..It was wicked...
We did eat farm fresh eggs every morning, had ham or bacon with it, and fresh comb honey on toast made by laying it right on the stove..he had a match light propane stove he cooked on.. He even let me try my hand at chewing the ole twist type tobacco.. (that made me sick & dizzy).. he just laughed at me..And we went back to work..
Chopping the wood (by hand) to keep the wood stove going.. even though it was Summer Great Grandpa always kept a small fire in the wood stove to keep his ArthrItis at some bay from a chill of night air..
Now for some fun we did catch crawl dads at the creek, and ate'em too. Went fishing in the White River you could trust the fish back then to eat..& every Thursday we went to the Strawtown Auction Barn for the sale..
Those were some of the hardest working days as a kid i remembered.. But went back every Summer to visit/help Great Grandpa.. Fond memories of a Grandsons effort to become a young man, in a Ole Mans eyes.. I value the lessons I learned, trails I passed & times I shared with that Gentleman of the old ways..
Looks like some of us have it easy now..in a way I think we do.. I'm 45 and sometime think my life's hard & when I do, remember back of the trip to Great Granddads homestead.
My kids think I'm crazy, Dad you never did all that..
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
How a Man plays the game shows something of his character
How he loses shows all of it..
Total, You just brought back more memories. When we had chicken MeeMaw would go out and get a chicken and wring it's neck and then put a broom handlde on it to remove the neck. Churning your butter to where my arm felt like it was falling off. she had the meanest damn rooster I have ever seen. You walked out the kitchen door in the back and it would attack you. You have no idea how bad I wanted to kill the damn thing, but knew I would have been killed. Like Total best years of my life.
My Great Grandpa had a Rooster for years, It was huge too. about 2 1/2 ft tall, Grandpa would spend the winter in Florida and all animals were gone/butchered after fall but, that big Rooster..you could not catch him.. and even though it was that big, that sucker could fly..not just 5-10 ft I'm talking a 50 yard flight..
Some how that rooster made the winters with little to none on food.. for 3 years.. and if you came to the farm.. people were afraid because of the cattle in the front pasture when you came up the drive.. forget them.. you better run from the rooster..
It is not length of life, but depth of life.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
How a Man plays the game shows something of his character
How he loses shows all of it..
I agree Colts Fan. My kids seem to not know how to play outside like we use to. We would get up on the weekends, brush our teeth and get dressed, eat some grub and head out to play. We would all get together (the kids in the area) and find something to amuse us. We may or may not stop back by home for some lunch but you better believe we were home by the time the street light came on. No excuse to miss dinner with the family.
If you couldn't find someone else to play with, you would go exploring to see what types of rocks, leaves, ect, you could find. Times sure have changes. Now, it's like a punishment to my kids if I make them go out to play and we live on over 20 acres!! I go exploring still and would not trade it for anything!!
Nice thread Wickey! We used to do the same thing when we were kids. There was a big woods near our house where we could let our imaginations run wild. We would pack a lunch and play there all day. Saturdays and Sundays were the time for neighborhood football and basketball games that would sometimes last as long as there was daylight. When were very young we would spend hours playing in the neighbors large sandbox. In the area where we currently live I very seldom see a child outside playing. We live near a school and sometimes early in the school year ,when the weather is still nice, I like to sit on my front porch and listen to the sounds of the children at recess. It brings back wonderful memories of my childhood.
I don't mean to take this in another direction but I have noticed that folks don't sit on the front porch anymore. That was always a place where neighbors could gather and share their lives. Now it seems everyone has a Florida room on the back of their house and as a result you never see them let alone get to know them.
“I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.”
in nice weather...you will find me ...in my rocking chair sitting on my big front porch. i love my porch....I like to sit and watch all the crazies go down the street and stop at the light on the corner....I live on the corner...so it sometimes gets pretty interesting...lol
What?? You can't understand what I am saying? I am speaking plain penguin!!