Thursday, February 02, 2012
Thursday Memes -- Things in a row -- Two Questions
I hope your winter ends NOW.
How would you like to be stuck behind this eighteen wheeler going down the road at 70 mph? (One fellow here today has his load neatly stacked in rows, the first is rather helter-skelter.)That doesn't sound much fun. I hate to be stuck behind a logging truck because I am always afraid that one or more of those logs would drop off going way to fast.
I was behind a truck that lost a very large cast iron something that belonged on road working equipment. I dodged it and good thing because if we had hit that Mrs. Jim or I might not be here today.
Likewise I don't like to get behind farmers hauling bales of hay going down the road at 70 mph or even less either. Just because the hay is soft doesn't mean it won't cause lots of damage and possible injury.
Last week I asked about men giving their wives annual performance evaluations. Most thought that wasn't necessary. One of the ladies said she and her husband have a friendly annual critique session and then figure how to work on any problem areas. That might be a good thing to do!
This week I have been thinking of some advice I always give young people in the family after their wedding. I give the same advice after each child is born.
I say, "I don't ever want to catch (or see if now a kid or grandkid) your child being drug through the mall crying up a storm." Then I continue, "stop and give him or her some ice cream." That assumes the child is old enough to eat ice cream.
If they do that it works every time and just plain changes the mood of the child. It is like he or she forgets what the problem was in the first place.
1. Does this sound like good, workable, advice to you. Why or why not.
2. Do you do this or something similar now with your child, grandchild, niece, or nephew? If so how does it work.
............................................................Bonus question: Do you or did you ever dye your hair?
I died my hair black when Mrs. Jim and I first met and followed on after our marriage. Finally I stopped because it was such a mess. Even though I began dying it in the shower it was still trouble and took lots of my time.
Labels: Driving Pictures, KP, Meme sp, Things-in-a-row, Thursday-Two-Questions
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Thursday Memes -- Things in a row -- Two Questions
Our granddaughter, KP, getting her ducks in order
The treasure chest is banded in good order but I think she gave up on getting the rocks any better.This morning our daughter, Karen, was telling of her and our granddaughter's visit to Kensington Gardens where they enjoyed the Princess Diana Playground.
I think she next will try getting some of the 'tracks in the sand' in order.
I stole these picture from my daughter's blog, Karen on the Run. For the 'tracks in the sand' I'd suggest that visit her blog and see it and more for yourself.
For more things in a row please visit Pat's Things in a Row post.
- - - - - - - -
And now for my Thursday Two Questions: (see Thursday Two Questions for more)
1. Do you like pie and why or why not?
2. If you like pie, what is your favorite?
Bonus Question: What are your pets' names?
Labels: KP, Meme sp, Things-in-a-row, Thursday-Two-Questions
Friday, March 12, 2010
Flashback Friday # 1 ~ Jim's early driving days
We are supposed to answer the following questions: (you might like to join in with this one or see others' posts, just click on the button on the right.)How and when did you learn to drive? Do you have any particular memories associated with getting your driver license? How old were you when you got your first car and what was it? Who paid for it?
.
My FlashBack:
First remember that where this took place was Nebraska back in the olden days.
I learned to drive when I was about ten or twelve over at my cousin, Dwain's, place. First I drove his tractor and did really good. I don't know whose car or when I drove a car. I would have loved to have driven his wife's, Jean, my blood cousin's, Model A Ford. I never have driven a Model A.
There were no problems with me getting a license, I was 14 for my school license--to and from school only--and had already gotten four or so years driving under my belt.
What follows next is from a previous post about my first car. I paid for it myself out my Elgin National Watch factory earnings. That is where I worked in Lincoln, Nebraska, after dropping out of college.
It's wannabe because I would like to have a little red truck like this one. I drove Dad's 1949 Ford pickup to high school for my last two years. It was like this 1950 model, except Dad's was black. My first two years I attended a country high school (New England) and rode my horse, Mini, those three miles from home. My sister. Lois, and I shared that horse with Dad, it was really his.
That little truck hummed down the road just like it was mine. I only got it into three accidents while I was driving it to school. Not too bad for a 14-year-old kid, huh? Actually none of those accidents were my fault.
I got to drive that truck again in college when I broke my foot. Dad felt sorry for me having to walk all over the place in Lincoln, Nebraska. It was a mile to the college, through the snow, up hill, from where I was staying at a cousin's home.
When I dropped out of school Dad didn't know. He didn't know until I had a job in the Elgin Watch factory in Lincoln. After a few months of this he decided I was old enough for me to have my own car. At age 20 Dad still had to sign for me.
The car I found (Dad and the Ford dealer found it for me) was a 1950 Studebaker Starlight Coupe. It had belonged to my high school chemistry teacher and principal, Elmer Cells (Cliff's uncle). I liked that car a lot but wore it out rather quickly in about a year.
Well, not this one, it is my toy, a 1:18 die cast of a 1950 Studebaker Starlight Coupe.
.
.
Here is a real one pictured at the Smithsonian: (link)
I do have a 1:18 scale toy red Ford Pickup looks like the one in the picture, I just don't have a picture of it, yet.
Labels: Cars, Flashback Friday, Jim in his Younger Days, Jim's Life, Meme sp
