Friday, October 26, 2012



I don't mean to sound bitter.  I know times are tough & there are many people who can't find work, no matter how hard they try.  They are forced to panhandle. THEY NEED YOUR GENEROSITY TO SURVIVE!  Unfortunately, human nature being what it is, there are others who could work but have decided to take advantage of our generosity & our gullibility, instead.  It can be very difficult, if not impossible to tell the difference.  I am wary when I hand a couple of bucks to someone on the street.

There was one time when I had no problem seeing through a scam.  I was sitting on a freeway off ramp, waiting for the signal to change so I could turn onto the boulevard.  There was a guy with a sign that said something like, "Hungry--please help--God bless".  The problem, as I saw it, was that he handed the sign to another guy & left.  I assumed his shift was over.  I didn't donate to either of them.

Here are a couple of other examples of non-needy panhandling:

Jose & Carlos are panhandling at the freeway off ramp.
Jose drives a Mercedes, lives in a mortgage free house & has a lot of money to spend.
Carlos brings in only two to three dollars a day.
He asks Jose how he can bring home a suitcase full of ten dollar bills every day.
Jose says, "Look at your sign.  It says, 'I have no work, a wife & 6 kids to support'.  Nobody cares."
Carlos looks at Jose's sign.  It says, "I only need another $10.00 to move back to Mexico."

A man came out of a convenience store the other day & some seedy looking guy walks up to him & holds up a little sign: "DEAF & MUTE  Can you spare $10?" WOW! $10!! What happened to a dollar or two?  So he reached into his pocket for his wallet, opened it, took out a folded piece of paper & handed it to him.  It said, "I can't read"--& he walked away.

Some others I would think twice before donating to:

This could have been one of the guys I saw:

These two deserve something for their ingenuity:


And it's not just people:

The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off due to budget cuts.  Leave a comment, anyway----fishducky


Janice Horton is throwing her SPELLBINDINGLY FUN BLOG PARTY today, & I promised to participate, so here's my spell.  You can go to her blog here.


Take a cup of olive oil,
Bring it slowly to a boil.
Add feather of a golden eagle,
Three fleas taken from a beagle,
Some magic crystals, finely chopped.
Cook it 'til it starts to pop. 
Elephant hair & eye of newt,
I think that I'll throw in some fruit.
Pickled pig's foot, heart of lizard,
And just a teensy piece of gizzard.
A little pasta would be swell,
I'll just have to stir it well.
Oh, my stars, it's as I feared;
My memory has disappeared.
What was I brewing, a magic potion
Or dinner?  I haven't the foggiest notion!

And now, today's post:

                Sit down.  What I’m going to tell you may come as a shock.  I AM NOT PERFECT!   Let me give you some of the VERY FEW examples of this.
                When I was about 4--I remember being perfect until that time--my brother was ill & the doctor was coming over to examine him. (Ask your parents what the archaic term “house call” means.  Or your grandparents.)  I was in our backyard doing some genteel ladylike thing such as climbing a tree or possibly digging a hole.  My mother came & got me & dragged led me into the house so she could clean me up in preparation for the doctor’s visit.  She took a washcloth & scrubbed my face.  This did not go over too well with me.  According to my mother, I screamed at her, “PUT THAT DIRT BACK ON MY FACE!!”
We used to go to Acapulco with friends every year.  We always stayed at Hotel Las Brisas.  Las Brisas consists of about 250 “casitas” (little free-standing houses).  Each one has its own fenced in privacy pool where you could go skinny dipping without being seen by anyone.  Early every morning someone would come, clean out the old flowers & toss a few fresh hibiscuses in the pool.  (One day I told Bud I was very upset that I couldn’t use the pool yet.  He asked me why & I told him the flower man was late.  Yesterday’s flowers were still in the pool!)  Bud & I had finished our room service lunch & had put the tray outside the gate so it could be picked up & we could skinny dip without interruptions.  Someone came to get the tray & I heard some rattling of dishes & glassware.  We had been married between 20 & 25 years at the time, but as they say, old habits die hard.  When I heard the noise outside the gate & realized we were naked & in the pool together, I had a terrifying thought: “Oh, my God, my MOTHER is coming!”
Las Brisas

            Another time I (may) have been guilty:  I was driving with my 3 year old daughter & infant son in the backseat.  I drove through an intersection & was pulled over by a policeman.   I asked him why he had stopped me & he told me I had run a red light.  I honestly told him that I hadn’t—that the light was amber & changing when I went through.  My helpful (?) daughter piped up, “No, Mommy, it was red!”  It’s always nice to have a witness--however, I would have preferred one who was on my side.  I got the ticket.

And then there was the time I was feeling put upon, unappreciated & totally exhausted—in  other words, completely normal for someone with 3 children, all under the age of 6.  I couldn’t take it any longer.  I had to get away.  I HAD TO RUN AWAY!!  I couldn’t leave the kids alone so I piled them in the backseat of the car & strapped them in to keep them from killing each other.  I understand that there is a secondary (& therefore of lesser importance) benefit to seat belts.  It helps keep them safe.  They asked where we were going.  I told them “I DON’T KNOW!!!!!” & not  to say another word.  I drove.  Anywhere.  We ended up at an ice cream parlor about 5 miles from the house.  So the trip wouldn’t be a total loss, we all went in & had sundaes.  They wanted to know why I had taken them out for a treat but I wouldn’t allow them to talk yet.

Shut up & eat your ice cream----fishducky