Last night, Rick and I were talking about seeing naked ladies. No, not the band.  He does fire and water restoration and mostly packs, unpacks and cleans.

If you are going to have workmen coming to your house, put some clothes on.  I’m not talking about just young pretty things.  This covers all age ranges, fat, skinny, etc.  Rick says the guys he works with got to talking about how many of their customers were naked when they come to the door. Or wrapped in a towel or see-Thur shirts or gowns.  Rick said one of his companies customers, a nice senile old woman,at least I hope she was senile, walked around naked all the time.  When she wasn’t naked, she would wear one shirt all week.  When it got dirty on one side, she would just turn it inside out and wear for the rest of the week. The naked ladies and men too, would sometimes be people you would know from T.V.  It’s always fun to see what other people have in their bedside drawers too.

On to another topic.  How did we make it Thur childhood without dying???  My sister and I were just talking the other day about things we did as children.  Like the time we were running to beat the train and she got her foot caught in the train tracks. Ohh, I was scared to death, but when back and got her foot unstuck.  I think we miss being hit by the train by 2 seconds.

When we lived in the country, we use to play in the sand pits on top of large hills of sand, until my Daddy screamed at us to get off.  He told us copperheads laid on top of the sand in the sun.  Speaking of snakes, there was a creek about 1/4 of a mile from our house.  We use to play in the creek and who ever said that snakes don’t like moving water is crazy.  We followed the creek until it emptied in to some kind of sink hole.  We stripped off our clothes and went skinny dipping.  Now, I just shiver to think of all the snakes that were in there.  It is a wonder any of us made it out alive.

In the country, there was nothing behind our house but woods for 15 to 20 miles.  It’s a good thing that we could leave the windows and doors open or else Daddy wouldn’t have heard my brother screaming for help.  He had gotten lost in the woods.

When we were little the only car seat a child saw were the ones that a little babies rode in called a carry all. We would bounce up and down and stand in the seats of a car. If Momma had to stop fast, she would sling her arm across the front seat. I guess she didn’t think of us in the back seat.  No house was baby proofed.  If we stuck a fork in the electrical socket, Daddy would say,”That’ll teach you.”  One of his favorite phrases was. ” What in the hell are you doing?”  Momma’s was ” Have you lost your mind?”  But these were simpler times. When the parents thought nothing of letting us leave the house after breakfast and not see us until hungry or the street lights came on.  They didn’t have to worry that some freak was going to take off with us. ( My mother always said they’d bring us back ) or that we might get shot by drug dealers.  You never see kids roaming around or playing in the street, unless you have a parent that doesn’t give a shit.


About 1wanderingtruthseeker

I'm a fiftish woman that has opinions and passions about nearly everything under the sun. I love a good debate, not name calling. I believe in the Constitution , the Bill of Rights and God. I believe the government which governs the least is the best government of all. I believe in the rights of the people. I dispatched fire trucks, the Po-Po and ambulances for a long time so I have a wicked sense of dark humor and speak fluent sarcasm. I think out loud a lot times. I am offensive. But I'm offensive of everybody. Socially unacceptable, plain spoken and unashamed. If you don't want to be offend, please don't read and if you do, please consider that I'm not politically correct in any sense of the word.
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