"Men want the same thing from their underwear that they want from women: a little bit of support, and a little bit of freedom." ~ Jerry Seinfeld
"This morning when I put on my underwear I could hear the fruit-of-the-loom guys laughing at me." ~ Rodney Dangerfield
"I don't believe in the after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear. "
~ Woody Allen
Underwear
Soft, pink satin,
Baby blue with lace.
Underwear, underwear every place.
Hot red silk
Plain white cotton
Underwear here even I had forgotten.
Black and slinky,
Is that a thong?
Underwear like that almost seems wrong.
Blue with Purple polka dots
Roses scattered over lime.
Underwear like that could never, ever be mine!
Written By: Patricia Sawyer
3-4-2008
Good Wednesday to All of you! Today's poem is called underwear. When I was writing this poem I wondered what My Grandmas would think if they walked through The local stores and saw all the frilly lacy TINY TINY Tiny items called underwear.
The first thong I ever saw got left by a visitor in our home and I thought it was some weird new hair thing. I was about to try it in my own hair when one of the kids yelled out that it was panties.
I remember standing there with My hand on my hip and this tiny lacy green stringy thing hanging on one finger saying~ " You expect me to believe that this here is Drawers?" " No Mama, " she replied, "not Drawers, it's a thong." First of all I was trying to figure out how this tiny scrap of lace covered any body's butt, and secondly how did my child that I had worked so hard to protect, know about these things called thongs.
Women used to wear long drawers that came slap down to their ankles. Even after they became smaller they only had a choice of one or two colors and the underwear covered your whole butt.
Men had a choice too. Boxers or briefs. Then came bikini panties and many more colors. Now you can get barely there underwear and any color imagined.
Women and Men can also get the bikinis and the hipsters and yes they even make thongs for men.. I pray that no Man I knows wears them and if they too, Please don't ever tell me..
I was looking for some underwear myself a few weeks ago and had to go into that section. There were two young girls there with Pants that swung low on their hips and their String was pulled up around their waist. I knew then they were wearing a thong. I was glad though to see the back of theirs.. for you see, Now If I ever decide to buy me one of those tiny little lace scraps.. I will know how to put it on.
This world has changed very quickly. Not just the underwear but everything. I know what My Grandmas would think. They would call the drawers scandalous. They would say people have no morals. I have been here for the changes and even I find some of them overwhelming.
Revisit your youth today. Was there something you wanted but your parents thought was shameful? I'm sure there was. Did you get it anyway. Do you still have it? Was it worth it?
Have a great Day!
Patsy
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Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday's Poem of the Day!
"Heroes are people who rise to the occasion and slip quietly away."
~Tom Brokaw~
"Heroism feels and never reasons, and therefore is always right."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
when they make
the baseball team
the first home run.
the final out.
The honor roll.
The Senior Choir.
The young artist association.
The Jump team.
Or any other minor
or major accomplishment.
Pride fills us
We are their hero
and they are ours.
So short lived is our glory.
For the hero's
become the coaches
the team mates
the teachers
the friends
the neighbors
the lovers
and sometimes Uncle Sam.
But to have held
a hero's place
for only a moment
when no one could
be greater in their eyes
than we so very briefly are
makes all the other tears
worth the pain they leave
as they too must fall.
For every heart that has been broken
can be mended with love.
And a true hero
has a heart that has been quilted
with a Rainbows
many color's of heartstrings!
Written By:Patricia Sawyer
June 19, 2008
My children have always been my heroes. I am so proud of each of them. They have stepped out into adventures I would have been afraid to undertake. They have each taken risks I would have never been brave enough to face. I Have seen each of them struggle and in the end everything ended just right.
Each of my Eight siblings holds a hero's place in my heart just by being the truly wonderful people they have been for all our years together. I love each of them so dearly and also so very differently as they are a truly unique crowd of people.
My Husband, Dave, will always be my ultimate hero. He has Fathered and
be-friended not only the five of his and mine; But all the other kids and strays, (both dogs and people) That either I or one of the children have dragged into his life and his house. Almost, always with-out complaint.
I aspire to be worthy to be; even for a moment; Their hero in return! Allow someone to be your hero. Allow yourself to become someones hero as well!
Have a great day!
Patsy
~Tom Brokaw~
"Heroism feels and never reasons, and therefore is always right."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~
"Without heroes we're all plain people and don't know how far we can go."
~Bernard Malamud~
Hero's Heartstrings
Tears of joy
when they make
the baseball team
the first home run.
the final out.
The honor roll.
The Senior Choir.
The young artist association.
The Jump team.
Or any other minor
or major accomplishment.
Pride fills us
We are their hero
and they are ours.
So short lived is our glory.
For the hero's
become the coaches
the team mates
the teachers
the friends
the neighbors
the lovers
and sometimes Uncle Sam.
But to have held
a hero's place
for only a moment
when no one could
be greater in their eyes
than we so very briefly are
makes all the other tears
worth the pain they leave
as they too must fall.
For every heart that has been broken
can be mended with love.
And a true hero
has a heart that has been quilted
with a Rainbows
many color's of heartstrings!
Written By:Patricia Sawyer
June 19, 2008
My children have always been my heroes. I am so proud of each of them. They have stepped out into adventures I would have been afraid to undertake. They have each taken risks I would have never been brave enough to face. I Have seen each of them struggle and in the end everything ended just right.
Each of my Eight siblings holds a hero's place in my heart just by being the truly wonderful people they have been for all our years together. I love each of them so dearly and also so very differently as they are a truly unique crowd of people.
My Husband, Dave, will always be my ultimate hero. He has Fathered and
be-friended not only the five of his and mine; But all the other kids and strays, (both dogs and people) That either I or one of the children have dragged into his life and his house. Almost, always with-out complaint.
I aspire to be worthy to be; even for a moment; Their hero in return! Allow someone to be your hero. Allow yourself to become someones hero as well!
Have a great day!
Patsy
Friday, June 27, 2008
Award For me? Cool!
I was very excited to be given this award by My new friend Polly From Random Ramblings Blog ( http://entrecard.com/t/oc/8776 ). I am quiet Happy to find that Polly enjoys my blog as I do hers. I visit her blog Daily to see what new photo she has posted or what new tidbit of wonder she might be talking about. She and I share a common love of Plants and animals!
This award was created and to be given to bloggers who inspire others with their creativity and their talents, also for contributing to the blogging world in whatever medium. When you receive this award it is considered a "special honor". Once you have received this award, you are to pass it on to 5 others."What a wonderful way to show some love and appreciation to your fellow bloggers!!!
The rules for passing this honor on are..
1) Pick 5 blogs that you would like to award this honor to. (This is the hard part--there are just so many good ones around it is very difficult to choose just five.)
1) Pick 5 blogs that you would like to award this honor to. (This is the hard part--there are just so many good ones around it is very difficult to choose just five.)
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4) Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of "Arte y Pico" blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award. http://arteypico.blogspot.com/.
Here are my five recipients:
1) Liza at Moms check NYO (http://mlizcochico.blogspot.com/) I love this sight. A work at home Mom Liza has interesting tidbits daily. She also shares my love of Coffee
2) Theresa At A Bumpy Path (http://bumpypath.blogspot.com/) I really enjoy this sight. A blog about the journey's we travel in life and how we rarely have a smooth path. But we can use those bumps to catapult us into the air and Fly!
3) Tina at The Zoo Crew (http://ruralurbandweller.blogspot.com/ ) A wonderful sight. Tina shares her thoughts on Grand-parenting, Writing, Living simply; Gardening and cooking fresh foods from her garden.
4) Nodin's Nest (http://nodinsnest.blogspot.com/ ) I love this blog as well.. I haven't laughed so hard since I myself cut my own son's hair. Check this one out for every day smiles and the treasure of being a Mom!
5) Brady at Hunting the Muse (http://www.huntingthemuse.com/ ) I greatly enjoy every post of his that I have read. He seems to have a great way with words. I wish him a great future as a free-lance writer. I KNOW he will make it!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Daddy's Dating Rules.
One of life's greatest mysteries is how the boy who wasn't good enough to marry your daughter can be the father of the smartest grandchild in the world.”~ Proverb
“Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.”~ Jim Bishop
My Daddy was a kind and gentle man. He loved us all dearly. I don't know if he ever discussed dating rules with My brothers, I'm sure he did that privately with them. But to date one of his daughters could be a dangerous thing. Daddy had certain rules that he expected us to follow as young ladies and The boys we might date were expected to do certain things. First of all we were not to call boys at all. Back then it was considered "Ugly" for little girls to call boys. There were a few girls who would called our house to ask for one of my brothers. Most didn't call more than once. Mama always gave them the girls shouldn't call boys talk and most never called again. Boys could call us, If they didn't mind talking to Daddy first. I was in the second grade when the first one called me. I heard daddy ask him why was he calling.. Then after a brief pause Daddy told him well you call back in ten years son and he hung up on the young fellow.. I didn't ask who called or why.. At that point I didn't like boys anyway.
My oldest sister Trudy was the first one to reach the magical dating age of sixteen. One of our cousins had asked Mama and Daddy if She could go on a double date with a boy none of us knew. I remember Daddy telling them that he didn't mind If Trudy went on a date but that the Boy better come to the door.. No horn blowing .. That he would have to know who the boys "people" were.. Couldn't be No jail birds or jack legs. We weren't allowed to date those... If he had long hair Daddy knew a good barber.. Or Daddy had some dog clippers. Either suited Daddy. He was not to buy Trudy any gifts of clothing of any kind.. Any boy who bought you clothes either wanted to help you into the new ones or out of your old ones. and Both of those were a good way to meet Daddy's double barrel. She had to be home at a decent hour lets say eight pm. Seven, forty five was even better. When you bring her home You do not sit in the car in the dark in the yard! You do not put her out at the road. You pretend to be a gentleman and walk her to the door. At which point you Thank her for a lovely evening and get about the business of leaving. And Daddy's last rule and the one I personally never understood was.. Don't come to my house without your socks on. There was nothing Daddy hated more than a boy who wasn't fully dressed to go on a date and that meant SOCKS and shoes..
Well the day of the date came and the young fellow came along with my cousin and her date to pick up my sister. They all came to the door and Daddy let them in.. The young man began by taking of his hat at the door and offering Daddy his hand.. I was sitting on the floor in the dining room sneaking a peek at the young man who would be the first to date one of my Daddy's daughters. I thought he was doing pretty good so far. Daddy shook his hand and told them to come in.. His hair was neatly cut and combed into place. Mama was sitting in the living room along with Trudy. Sue and her date Mark came in and sat down.. daddy invited the other young fellow to sit as well. Then began the questions.. Where are y'all planning to go? What time are you planning to be back? Who is going to be driving? Who is your Grand-daddy? And on and on.. Finally daddy having decided that the boy was harmless stood and said " well y'all young folks better get on the road if Trudy is going to be home on time." I really though the young man had passed the tests. I think Daddy thought so too. They almost made it out of the house before the crazy boy messed up. He turned to Daddy just as they were about to leave and held up his foot. He had on his socks just as Daddy had said he should but he had them on with sandals. He said " And Mr. Black Look I wore socks just like you said." I saw the frown turn daddy's smile upside down as Daddy pushed the door shut in his face.. He looked at Mama and said "I ought to Call her back in here; You see what a smart Alec jar head he is.!" But Daddy didn't make her come back in the house.. She went on that date with him.. But she never dated him again. Later I learned that Daddy always gave us girls two things before we went on a date.. A dollar and a dime. The dollar was to buy yourself a drink if you accidentally got out of the house with a boy to cheap to pay for you a soda and the dime was to call Daddy to come and get you should you find yourself on such a date. And we were to call first and he would be there by the time we finished our soda. I feel that it was a lucky thing that neither of the four of us daughters ever had to use our dollar or our dime!
I guess it sounds like Daddy was a hard man. He wasn't. He just wanted us to be safe. He was going to see who we were leaving with. He was going to say a few words to them before we left. And he would be waiting up when we came home. Daddy was always nice to the young men who came to carry away his daughters. He just liked things to be a certain way.
Times have surely changed from way back then when Daddies met young men at the door. Daddies don't know who their daughters are dating any more. Girls call boys and think nothing of it. Girls will come to get the boy and will wear his clothes if she can get them. If there are any rules for dating the young people break them all. My children said I was out of style and old timey when they were here at home and dating. I just smiled at them and said.. "yea, well be glad you didn't belong to my Daddy!"
I laugh often when I think about the rules Daddy had for dating.. They really are funny. especially the rule about socks. But I'm glad my Parents loved us enough to try and keep us safe from the world. I felt the same about my kids.. I hope my son will feel the same about his daughter. And since I know how my son loves his children, I think socks will be the least of a young mans worry when he attempts to date my Grand-daughter. Thanks for sharing a smile with me tonight!
Have a great night!
Patsy
“Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.”~ Jim Bishop
My Daddy was a kind and gentle man. He loved us all dearly. I don't know if he ever discussed dating rules with My brothers, I'm sure he did that privately with them. But to date one of his daughters could be a dangerous thing. Daddy had certain rules that he expected us to follow as young ladies and The boys we might date were expected to do certain things. First of all we were not to call boys at all. Back then it was considered "Ugly" for little girls to call boys. There were a few girls who would called our house to ask for one of my brothers. Most didn't call more than once. Mama always gave them the girls shouldn't call boys talk and most never called again. Boys could call us, If they didn't mind talking to Daddy first. I was in the second grade when the first one called me. I heard daddy ask him why was he calling.. Then after a brief pause Daddy told him well you call back in ten years son and he hung up on the young fellow.. I didn't ask who called or why.. At that point I didn't like boys anyway.
My oldest sister Trudy was the first one to reach the magical dating age of sixteen. One of our cousins had asked Mama and Daddy if She could go on a double date with a boy none of us knew. I remember Daddy telling them that he didn't mind If Trudy went on a date but that the Boy better come to the door.. No horn blowing .. That he would have to know who the boys "people" were.. Couldn't be No jail birds or jack legs. We weren't allowed to date those... If he had long hair Daddy knew a good barber.. Or Daddy had some dog clippers. Either suited Daddy. He was not to buy Trudy any gifts of clothing of any kind.. Any boy who bought you clothes either wanted to help you into the new ones or out of your old ones. and Both of those were a good way to meet Daddy's double barrel. She had to be home at a decent hour lets say eight pm. Seven, forty five was even better. When you bring her home You do not sit in the car in the dark in the yard! You do not put her out at the road. You pretend to be a gentleman and walk her to the door. At which point you Thank her for a lovely evening and get about the business of leaving. And Daddy's last rule and the one I personally never understood was.. Don't come to my house without your socks on. There was nothing Daddy hated more than a boy who wasn't fully dressed to go on a date and that meant SOCKS and shoes..
Well the day of the date came and the young fellow came along with my cousin and her date to pick up my sister. They all came to the door and Daddy let them in.. The young man began by taking of his hat at the door and offering Daddy his hand.. I was sitting on the floor in the dining room sneaking a peek at the young man who would be the first to date one of my Daddy's daughters. I thought he was doing pretty good so far. Daddy shook his hand and told them to come in.. His hair was neatly cut and combed into place. Mama was sitting in the living room along with Trudy. Sue and her date Mark came in and sat down.. daddy invited the other young fellow to sit as well. Then began the questions.. Where are y'all planning to go? What time are you planning to be back? Who is going to be driving? Who is your Grand-daddy? And on and on.. Finally daddy having decided that the boy was harmless stood and said " well y'all young folks better get on the road if Trudy is going to be home on time." I really though the young man had passed the tests. I think Daddy thought so too. They almost made it out of the house before the crazy boy messed up. He turned to Daddy just as they were about to leave and held up his foot. He had on his socks just as Daddy had said he should but he had them on with sandals. He said " And Mr. Black Look I wore socks just like you said." I saw the frown turn daddy's smile upside down as Daddy pushed the door shut in his face.. He looked at Mama and said "I ought to Call her back in here; You see what a smart Alec jar head he is.!" But Daddy didn't make her come back in the house.. She went on that date with him.. But she never dated him again. Later I learned that Daddy always gave us girls two things before we went on a date.. A dollar and a dime. The dollar was to buy yourself a drink if you accidentally got out of the house with a boy to cheap to pay for you a soda and the dime was to call Daddy to come and get you should you find yourself on such a date. And we were to call first and he would be there by the time we finished our soda. I feel that it was a lucky thing that neither of the four of us daughters ever had to use our dollar or our dime!
I guess it sounds like Daddy was a hard man. He wasn't. He just wanted us to be safe. He was going to see who we were leaving with. He was going to say a few words to them before we left. And he would be waiting up when we came home. Daddy was always nice to the young men who came to carry away his daughters. He just liked things to be a certain way.
Times have surely changed from way back then when Daddies met young men at the door. Daddies don't know who their daughters are dating any more. Girls call boys and think nothing of it. Girls will come to get the boy and will wear his clothes if she can get them. If there are any rules for dating the young people break them all. My children said I was out of style and old timey when they were here at home and dating. I just smiled at them and said.. "yea, well be glad you didn't belong to my Daddy!"
I laugh often when I think about the rules Daddy had for dating.. They really are funny. especially the rule about socks. But I'm glad my Parents loved us enough to try and keep us safe from the world. I felt the same about my kids.. I hope my son will feel the same about his daughter. And since I know how my son loves his children, I think socks will be the least of a young mans worry when he attempts to date my Grand-daughter. Thanks for sharing a smile with me tonight!
Have a great night!
Patsy
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