Pull up your pants! I heard Obama said that to someone (I don’t know to who, what, when, or why, or even if it happened) but I started thinking…That teen boy with his pants cinched at his knees, at risk of some sort of 21st century danger. Go to school, get your education, make a difference, but first pull up your pants. Perhaps a young woman, looking for love in all the wrong places, for all the wrong reasons, in all the wrong ways. Pull up your pants, take control of your future, before you’re faced with undesirable consequences. I’m pro-choice but I don’t wish my tax dollar paying for her abortion. And what about the fathers who don’t civilly claim or abandon their children to welfare? If you don’t want to support a child pull up your pants. Now we have the 700 billion dollar bail out and some how this will all trickle-down to me. Shouldn’t these C.E.O.s and other people who were responsible for being irresponsible be paying for their own consequences? I guess they got caught with their pants down. All of us have our faults. Young, old, rich, poor. We all have something we need to step up to. So don’t get caught with your pants down. Americans let us pull up our pants–President’s orders!
I have only one kitchen table. Current events give me reason to reflect… I brought our kitchen table 23yrs. ago, for our new home. I paid $1.00 at Goodwill. It was in great shape. All wood with a beautiful Formica finish. Round, maple, drop-leaf folds down to seat two and opens to seat six to eight (with the four nice chairs the table came with, four folding chairs which were my mother-in-law’s, and the baby’s high-chair). Perfect for our small family, and great for large family dinners, or children’s birthday parties. I made a tablecloth out of 12 gage clear plastic, from the fabric store. It worked great for play-dough and finger paints. Well, sometimes it didn’t get put on before play (I wonder what happened to that very handy invention of mine?) And as my children grew up my table became scratched and battered by legos and ponies, barbie cars, school projects, paints and pastes of all kinds, and, of course, the spills. We didn’t cry over spilt milk so the finish is warped and must be covered with a table cloth. Oh–then the dog that chewed the table legs! I looked at buying a new kitchen set. They were either too small or too large, too expansive or too cheap. My table is still as sturdy and accommodating as the day we brought it home, and every scratch is another memory. Yes, I only have one kitchen table and its priceless.
