The no.1 reason I come to this place is for the porno links.
Thanks, Nard, I didn't know about the hot and cold treatment. Stretching is certainly key... but DANG it hurts. I lay on the floor with my leg up along the doorjam so I look like the letter "L". It's excruciating and feels like someone holding a hot match on the back of my thigh until it loosens up. This time is REALLY bad. My achilles region is numb and tingly sometimes, and that's never happened before.
I hit forty, and forty hit back.
grasstains: Forty? That's still a kid. Aches and pains? What happened there? Someone drop you out of an airplane? Something must have provoked all this. Like...
... running miles since you were a kid. That's a lot of jarring and wear and tear on the cartlidge and bones? Or lifting a lot of stuff like those young UPS drivers, who will suffer once they hit a mere 30...or playing rough-house football thru high school and college...Youch! You get the point!
Remember when then President Nixon talked about the evidence that World War III had already begun? If not, well, look around...it appears to be happening! No country trying to take over, like a Hitler with Germany, or a Stalin of Russia, etc., but by people dead-set against American life-style and culture, wanting nothing better than to wipe-out the US, and others like it.
Are there any Churchills out there? Any FDRs? I heard someone ask that lately. Think about it: no weapon ever invented has 'not' been used in war against a people. And in this age of the global village, it bodes not well with everyone.
All is so fragile. Economics of our country hinge on frail systems. A computer goes down in Wisconsin, and everyone east of the Mississippi have no air-conditioning in their public libraries. A box of metal does a melt-down in some hard-to-pronounce township, and three states have no electricity whatsoever for hours. It isn't localized anymore, and a new generation of people have NO remembrance of days when the information about something you bought in a store, stayed in the store! Now it becomes public info to the whole world, where you live, what you own, and, by satellite, what the car in front of your house looks like, and the house as well.
I like what St. Peter wrote 2000 years ago, when he described this life, against the eternality of the next...
"If it all is to end in so brief a time, what sort of people should you be?"
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... and then there's that genetically altered food supply... and steroids... and methamphetamine... and this whole short attention span, instant gratification, can't win without a cheatcode generation holding the keys to America's future!!!
Well, they say each Empire's rule is shorter than the one which preceded it... and how long did The British Empire last?
"...and this whole short attention span, instant gratification..."
That's why reading, especially novels, is so important!
When did "Time for dinner!!!" become "Everbody pile into the car, we're going to KFC!!!" ?
Dinner table??? What's that?. Is it like a dining room table? Do you keep your keys and your mail there? I think I saw one in a museum once.
Grandpa, what's "setting the table" mean?
Is that some kind of programming? Or is it something they did in the Olden Days, like using a (what was it? Oh yeah) a Typewriter?
Want to have some fun at the dinner table? Start with dessert and serve the meal backwards and then just for fun have a second dessert at the end/beginning. They�ll think you�re nuts but they�ll never forget it.
How about KFC to start the meal, then four servings of dessert (ice-cream, pie, jello, a chocolate shake) and end it all with more KFC!
Guaranteed, you'll be the talk of the family.
Breakfast for dinner is fun. Having pancakes, bacon and eggs after sunset tweaks the mind a bit...
Growing up my family had-
"Pizza Night"(homemade and everybody participated)
"Poorboy Taco Night", (a taco salad, with storytelling of how the poorboy dropped the family tacos this time)
and... "Breakfast For Dinner Night"
The other four nights of the week was up to Mom's discretion. But, these three nights of the week we all eagerly looked foward to, and it kept us all at the table.
Let you know that for most of my life, I have eaten breakfast ALL day long, and ALL hours of the night. The breakfast I am talking about is ...a bowl of cereal. And that includes all sizes of bowls. Up to a tummy buster size with 1 full quart & a half of milk poured over a total half regular box or more of those cereal nuggets.
Like 'Oat Flakes' mixed with 'Corn Flakes', and 'Life', and 'Rice Chex' mixed with 'Fruit Loops' (my wife likes those, and it adds color to a dormant-looking bowl of crunchies.)
Then there is 'Frosted Flakes' and 'Total'...
Or 'Rice Chex' and a little 'Wheat Chex'.
There is 'Sugar Pops' and 'Puffed Rice'. (They dissolve but what the heck. Have fond memories of 'Puff Rice' and 'Puff Wheat' from school days).
Well, a large bowl at 9PM at night, or a smaller one at 4PM in the afternoon, or a medium sized bowl at 8 AM...or midnight snack of a couple or three smaller portions from those tiny boxes of cereal that come in 8 or 12 in a cellophane wrapped pack...and you blend them together and add a little banana.
Lot of these new fangled health items, with almonds and chunks of supposedly mighty healty ingredients go so far with me. I don't care exactly for what is essentially a crumbled granola bar with milk poured over it.
All in all, I don't think I will have one of those bone destropying things that happen to you as you get older. I've enough milk stored up probably for a few additional decades past prime...
Remember Ruskets? "There's a prize in every package!" Weetabix, a British cereal available in many stores, is nearly the same.
Gets soggy, though.
Interestingly, Ruskets was made by Loma Linda Foods, a Seventh Day Adventist company that was a pioneer in soy-based foods.
Of course, Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes) preferred "Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs" !
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