Monday, May 19, 2008

Who Knew?

Just a little something to let you know there is something new under the sun! Either that or I am dumber than the average bear!
Who knew? Can't believe I never saw this before......... Well, I'm not telling everyone my age, as most of you already know...BUT...
I had to go into the kitchen and check this out for myself. Who ever looks at the end of your aluminum foil box? What a fantastic idea. Now, if someone would just make plastic wrap that didn't stick to itself. I've been using aluminum foil for more years than I care to remember. Great stuff, but sometimes it can be a pain. You know, like when you are in the middle of doing something and you try to pull some foil out and the roll comes out of the box. Then you have to put the roll back in the box and start over. The darn roll always comes out at the wrong time.
Well, I would like to share this with you. Yesterday, I went to throw out an empty Reynolds foil box and for some reason I turned it and looked at the end of the box. And written on the end it said, "Press here to lock end". Right there on the end of the box is a tab to lock the roll in place. How long has this little locking tab been there? I then looked at a generic brand of aluminum foil and it had one, too. I then looked at a box of Saran wrap and it had one too! I can't count the number of times the Saran wrap roll has jumped out when I was trying to cover something up. I hope I'm not the only person that didn't know about this.


Monday, May 5, 2008


I read a blog the other day by a pharmacist, which was really a rant about old people. It stated that he would rather argue with a crazed crack head than a confused elderly person. The writer is truly gifted, but has missed the point that everyone gets old (if they live long enough) and fortunately drug seekers are not inevitable. The husband and I are old (seventy-six and seventy-two), but didn't really know it until a few days ago. While we were still helping people move into new houses, wallpapering their bathrooms, painting their living rooms, taking care of their children while they went on vacations, cooking meals for their families when they were sick and generally doing all the energetic activities --- we forgot to notice that we were no longer young. Seventy came and we were grateful to be alive and finally enjoy sitting down. Now, I find that we are no longer respected members of the community, but a blight on the backs of the hard working younger generation. I thought that Grandma and Grandpa Walton were revered for their wisdom and experience by John Boy and MaryEllen.
Check this site and see if his description of "oldfartitis" doesn't offend you in the name of yourself or your parents. The husband has had an aortic valve replacement and a new knee and I have had my share of vascular roto-rooter jobs, but I didn't think that my children would rather we die instead of using any Medicare money. Kindly remember that Medicare was not our idea! Until the government got involved in medicine, we paid for our doctor bills and our medicines just like you do. We have paid the highest amount into Social Security all of our adult lives, but the government frittered it away in the general fund instead of investing it something that would grow exponentially as the population aged. The whole point of this post is to tell people who are angry at the fumbling, stumbling elderly among us ---- get over it---- your day is coming way faster than you ever thought it could. You will look back and wonder where life went and why there is no respect left for the people who gave you life.