Bend Over

Spanking made me remember a lot of things.
First of all, spanking is not beating.
You spank to teach a lesson and so it has to be with forethought and the child has to know he has to bend over to take his punishment. Schools also had this and you had to know if you did bad and they gave you chances to stop but you didn't, you had to wait in front of the Principals' office until he came out with the ruler.

The waiting is worse than the punishment. lol That's why my Dad always made me wait till we got home because the anticipation of a spanking was worse than the spank.

My Dads' Dad never spanked but many times I heard my Dad say I wish he did spank because he'd go on and on and on and on and he'd make him more angry and very nervous.
One day he told him :
Just hit me why don't you and get it over with so I can go? lol Then my Grand father again would begin with the lectures and again he'd sit with his blood pressure rising. But he sat. He respected his Dad and sat. Today kids don't sit.

My Grand mother used to take a towel and twist it and she'd chase my Dad around the table. The towel would untwist and then she would hit his sister with it.
My Dad complained and said : How come you are hitting me with a twisted towel and her with an untwisted one. She would pretend to spit from anger and walk away. My Dad and his sister always remembered their spanks and laughed.

My Husbands' parents would grab an ankle and the kids would scream from fear but then the screams turned into laughter because instead of hitting the bottom of the feet they would hit themselves. The point was made and tears turned into giggles and screams.

I spanked once in a while but very seldom. There is no point to spank if learning doesn't take place.
Sometimes you have to if nothing else works.

As for me, I grew up and took Shotokan Karate. My muscles became hard as rock.
One day my Dad got angry with me and I said to him, do you want to spank me? Here!

I gave him my bum and he gave it a hard wallop but I felt nothing.
He, on the other hand, hurt his hand and I saw him slowly put it down so I would not see.

But he was proud of me. I grew up strong and sure of myself.
I didn't commit suicide over stupid problems, I was never bullied.
I took my knocks. I was also smart to avoid being knocked.
I respected people, didn't swear or take drugs and showed kindness to the old the weak and less fortunate. It is funny, but all our names in my Family mean Defender of men and that's what we are.

Kids learned from pressure. It's not like an adult learning because a kid always had parents to fall back on to give support.

Today we have a whiner society. Every time something happens... Oh,we need to pass a law.
So things get ugly and people get ugly and laws get ugly.
No one wins.

We passed anti spanking laws because some parents were abusing their kids. Abuse is never a good thing to do but that's different from spanking. If you need to give a child a good spank, that's a different story.
A spank is not for your benefit but for the childs'.
Kids went to school to squeal on the parents so the school gets them into trouble as payback for saying no at home. Today the schools ignore these kids because they themselves can't handle them.
Some just can't be handled. So today they drug them. They destroy their brain cells.
But our parents spanked us and we corrected our behavior without drugs.

I much prefer I do it myself, than to have my arrogant kid go out into the street and get shot or beaten or killed by a police man. That would be abuse.
Today the police fear the public and when they shoot, they shoot to kill and they don't care how old you are.
Then the public complains and I say...... it's too late.

ex You want rights to be a prostitute knowing you will be in danger.
Where were the parents to help you change your decision before you ended in a ditch?
Now you are dead and passing laws isn't going to change that.
Killing your killer isn't going to change that.

When your kid was small did you teach him?
Did he accept authority?
Did he take drugs?
Did he go to school or play hooky?
Did he bully ?
How did he handle bullying?
Did he do chores?
Was your child temperamental or easy going?

We all had the same problems growing up as the kids do today but we were tougher kids as a result of being taught respect and accepting authority.

Today they speak of children committing suicide.
Why?
I couldn't take the bullying!
They write on face book about me.
They laugh at me at school.

We were taught how to handle such situations. Our minds were working all the time.
We'd sit and wait for an opportunity for the bully to make a mistake and usually he does and then the jokes' on him... and the bully becomes the bullied.

The bully gets his just rewards and this is what a powerful mind does.
A powerful mind is not afraid of a spanking any more than it is afraid of bullying
or anything else. A powerful mind walks through life proud.
A powerful mind, when he falls down, gets up and walks again.

Laws do not fix life problems. You have a life problem, you have to learn to be strong and fix it yourself.
Once you learn to do this, you become an adult.
You become a man.
lol
I have to ask looking at our society today, how many people can call themselves men?

:) Have a Good One
Rudyard Kipling If

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Another Christmas Story

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."

"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.

"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."

The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.

"None for me," said the officer..

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.

"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.

"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."

The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"

This is a great story.

Life Isn't That Serious.

For Those Who Take Life Too Seriously
1. Save the whales. Collect the whole set
2. A day without sunshine is like, night.
3. On the other hand, you have different fingers.
4. I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
5. 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
7. I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
8. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.
9. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges
10. Honk if you love peace and quiet.
11. Remember half the people you know are below average.
12. Despite the cost of living, have you noticed how popular it remains?
13. Nothing is fool-proof to a talented fool.
14. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
15. He who laughs last thinks slowest.
16. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
17. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
18. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
19. I drive way too fast to worry about cholesterol.
20. I intend to live forever - so far so good.
21. Borrow money from a pessimist - they don't expect it back.
22. If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
23. My mind is like a steel trap - rusty and illegal in 37 states.
24. Quantum mechanics: The dreams stuff is made of.
25. The only substitute for good manners is fast reflexes.
26. Support bacteria - they're the only culture some people have.
27. When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane and going the wrong way.
28. If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
29. A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
30. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
31. For every action there is an equal and opposite criticism.
32. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks
33. Never do card tricks for the group you play poker with.
34. No one is listening until you make a mistake.
35. Success always occurs in private and failure in full view.
36. The colder the x-ray table the more of your body is required on it.
37. The hardness of butter is directly proportional to the softness of the bread.
38. The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the ability to reach it.
39. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
40. To succeed in politics, it is often necessary to rise above your principles.
41. Monday is an awful way to spend 1/7th of your life.
42. You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.
43. Two wrongs are only the beginning.
44. The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
45. The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up.
46. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
47. Change is inevitable except from vending machines.
48. Get a new car for your spouse - it'll be a great trade!
49. Plan to be spontaneous - tomorrow.
50. Always try to be modest and be proud of it!
51. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.
52. How many of you believe in telekinesis? Raise my hand...
53. Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener.
54. If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving isn't for you.

Pandora is Back in Town

In BC we are having a provincial election and it is quite an upsetting one for me.

I heard on the news that the NDP and the Green Party are saying they have enough support to legalize pot.

Now why is it upsetting?
I am a Mother and I have kids out there.

For one thing, if the young people support this, it is a very bad sign.
It means our young people are the walking dead.
Young people are supposed to be vibrant, clear eyed, happy, future oriented people with lots
to live for and instead they already gave up before they even began living.

It means this Province doesn’t know right from wrong.

The Province cannot distinguish between good and evil.

The Province doesn’t care about making good judgement decisions which means
catastrophe and death to many people on the street.

It means a lot more angry people, will be walking and driving our city streets,
It means the Province will have more hungry, unemployed, homeless and sick to contend with and support. And the list goes on.

The only ones to gain, will be the people running drug sales, police, army and cemetaries.

Every one else will have to fork up to support the walking dead because they
will be the next NDP and Green targets. As it is most of your paycheck is going to support social issues. How much support do they need before we all do?

When you can’t or refuse to make money on your own, you look into the pockets of
people who worked to have a little for their old age, since there is no one to help there there either thanks to government. and social services bent on destroying families.

This is not right.
Something totally wrong is going on here and we should be wary of Pandora.

Pandora is back in town and she is not here to help us.
There is more to life than sex, work and paying social services for survival.

Otherwise why would people always look up to the sun ?

Is the future and hope sitting in dim lit, smokey dungeons?
Isn't this defeating the Green ideology?
We complain about cows farting.:)
We pass laws against smoking in public places.

Is it right for the NDP to create more misery, just to say they have a more important job to do to keep it at that level?

If people are going to die from pot, cocaine and heroin, what difference does it make to save nature or even pay into social services.? No point to it at all.
No one will live long enough to enjoy it.

You die either way.
Young people have a lot to do in this world and they
should stop clouding their eyes and get to it.

Don't vote for pot. Thats desperation talking.
Vote for innovation, business, prosperity, a clean life.
Thats why the sun shines. It shines for life!