Showing posts with label from email. Show all posts
Showing posts with label from email. Show all posts

Sunday, October 3, 2010

only 100 years

an e-mail too interesting not to pass along:


 1910 Ford Model R

 
THE YEAR IS 1910
One hundred years ago. 
What a difference a century makes!
Here are some statistics for the Year 1910:
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The average life expectancy for men was 47 years.
Fuel for this car was sold in drug stores only. 
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower !
The average US wage in 1910 was 22 cents per hour.
The average US worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year,
A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year,
 and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births took place at HOME.
Ninety percent of all Doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!
Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which
Were condemned in the press AND the government as 'substandard.'
Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
The Five leading causes of death were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars.
The population of Las Vegas , Nevada , was only 30!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write and 
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at the local corner drugstores.
Back then pharmacists said, 'Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind,
Regulates the stomach and bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health'
( Shocking? DUH! )
Eighteen percent of households had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A. ! 
   
I am now going to forward this to someone else without typing it myself.
From there, it will be sent to others all over the WORLD - all in a matter of seconds!
Try to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years. 
IT STAGGERS THE MIND

 

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Underwear Issues

I have recently gotten to know this lovely women with a gentle spirit and quick wit that makes me laugh out loud. She has agreed to allow me to post one of her hysterically funny emails. Her material comes from her life and since we both have 14/15 yr old sons, I get it, hope you do too. Thanks Lisa!



When I was  five I fell off my bike and broke my arm in three places, when my mom saw me holding my arm, she kneeled down eye to eye with me a very important question before we made the trip to emergency room.
“Do you have fresh panties on?”  Luckily I did, so off to the emergency room…I don’t know if that would have been the case if I didn’t.
When I was 12, my brother came home on leave from the service.  After the 5th day my mother noticed that he hadn’t put any underwear in the laundry.  She went through his bedroom, then his suitcase and was very puzzled to find no underwear.  When she asked him about it and he told her that he “goes Commando most of the time.” At that time he was 20 and been in the service for two years, but she still cried.
When my son (G) was 5, he saw a pair of SpongeBob Square pants Boxers and wanted them, so I bought him 5 pairs of Boxers. Three days later I received a call from G’s step mother, accusing me of perversion and having no morals.  My crime was buying a 5 year boxers.  She was dealing with G’s half-brother wanting to wear boxers, and that wasn’t happening at their home.  I remember telling her to have a great day and hanging up on her.  

This past Tuesday evening the program for IAAP was on Personal Branding (Resume/Twitter/Linkin/Interviewing).  G’s English class is in the process of covering this information, so of course I made him attend.  The speaker, C.B., is excellent.  She knows her stuff and had lots of documentation.  I even notice that G was taking notes.  At the end of her talk, she covered interviews and what to wear. 
During one point she said “Excuse me gentlemen for the next part”.  She then precede talk about the importance of having properly fitted undergarments which give off a much confident impression to the interviewer. Then she gave suggestions how to get fitted. She advised going to go to a department store and find the oldest clerk available, in order to be properly fitted for undergarments.  I mistakenly thought when she said “Excuse me Gentlemen” she meant for the following comments to directed to the guys and she was apologizing for touching on a personal topic. so I thought she was telling the guys to go get fitted for underwear.  I was beyond puzzled.  I didn’t want my son or any guy I knew wearing pants tight enough that their skivvies need to be fitted to them in order to look nice anywhere in public,  let alone to a job interview.  But since I had  the value of underwear  drilled into me in my childhood, I didn’t want to miss something that could be extremely important in my son’s life.  And I knew at 14 he would be too embarrassed to ask, so I piped up and asked her
“Why do guys need to be fitted? G just wears boxers.” After I said that, a major epiphany occurred, I realized she had been talking to the ladies in the group. 
From the look G gave me I realized my final years would be at the most Sadistic Senior Citizens Home he could find and he probably would start looking the next day.

Although he hasn’t found any humor in it yet, I am happy to report that by Wednesday afternoon, he has started speaking to me.

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