The smoke alarm and other stories

The other night when I was cooking dinner the smoke alarm went off.  Not that unusual being as my house was built for hobbits.  It has low ceilings, but anyway when I took the lid off of some boiling pasta, the alarm went off.  Mo-Mo the kitty O was sitting on the foot stool staring at Rick, just-a screaming.  He was looking at Rick as if to say, “Do we need to pack it up and leave this joint?”  So Rick took down the smoke detector down until I finished the pasta.  Then Barney came in a pissed on the foot stool, so back out he goes.

After we ate supper, we were sitting around talking.  We were talking about the kids and the increasing problems and things that are plaguing them.  The rate of children that have autism is some thing we had never seen before.  I blame it on drugs the amount of vaccines that children have to take now-a-days.  I can remember no autistic children growing up.

In an entirely different theme now, I will tell you my take on ADD and  ADHD.  There were no children suffering from that either and if they were, it was cured with a butt whipping.  In my day, we were afraid of getting our ass whipped.  If you got a whipping for no paying attention, then you paid more attention.  I am not talking about abuse but discipline.  Back in the country, if the men knew someone who was beating their child, they got a visit from some grown men that would show them what a beating was all about.  I knew about a man who was whipping a child with a rose-bush.  He was taught all about how it feels to get beat with a thorn-bush. His child was never again whipped with a rose-bush. That was about 30 years ago.  The world is so crazy now.


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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2 Responses to The smoke alarm and other stories

  1. 1wanderingtruthseeker says:

    Yes, “that look” made me behave better, instanly.

  2. MG says:

    I agree. So many kids are “diagnosed” with ADD and/or ADHD. I have been as well. I call myself quirky and don’t take medication for it. lol All my dad had to do is give me THAT look and there was no misbehaving. Something has got to change. The cat pissing made me chuckle! Tnx 😀

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