sparky
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- Oct 19, 2008
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40 yrs in the trades, 25 on my own, working out in another winter , i gotta buck up!
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From kindergarten through high school, neither jeans nor tee shirts were considered as proper school attire.....If we wore a pullover shirt, it was a polo or golf shirt.It was okay until the end where it became ideological and no longer objective. Once a 'villain' is suggested, named, or vilified, the discussion won't be about anything else and it becomes political.
I agree that the less fashion reflects self respect and respect for others, that the more coarse, unkempt, inappropriate styles are allowed in more venues, the more lax our morals, the more coarse, insulting, vulgar, profane our language and public behavior. The less Emily Post or Miss Manners is taught in favor of 'self expression' in our appearance, speech, behavior, the more society seems to break down, become less cohesive, less able to understand, appreciate each other, less able to work together.
We kids grumbled about the strict school dress codes when we were in school, but we obeyed them because we still respected adult authority and didn't think it our right to decide such things.
The hippies/flower children of the late 1960's and 70's were the first generation in history to throw off the values, traditions and mores of the previous generation without some dictator ordering them to do so. The USA has never been quite the same since and I don't mean in a good way.
That goes without saying. The clean, well groomed, and appropriately dressed person is generally going to be more trusted, receive deference by sales/service people, more marketable as a client, employee, associate. That kid with his pants almost off his butt or the gal who looks like she is working the streets will never have the same kind of respect.From kindergarten through high school, neither jeans nor tee shirts were considered as proper school attire.....If we wore a pullover shirt, it was a polo or golf shirt.
When showing up to social situations outside the context of work, I've heard the comment "you clean up well" more times than I care to mention.
The few times in my life that court appearances were required. I never ever showed up in anything less than today's "business casual"....Even in the days when I had the rock-n-roller hair, I noticed that the judges showed me a lot more leniency than the drips who showed up like they were expecting a beer and a shot, and needed to be told to remove their ball caps.
Even in this day and age, dressing like you give a shit about yourself is grossly underrated.
Apparently, it needs to be said massively more so than it currently is.That goes without saying. The clean, well groomed, and appropriately dressed person is generally going to be more trusted, receive deference by sales/service people, more marketable as a client, employee, associate. That kid with his pants almost off his butt or the gal who looks like she is working the streets will never have the same kind of respect.
How exciting. We only had one female dog--all the rest have been males--but when she had puppies it was just wonderful. And we raised Siamese cats for many years and each litter was unique and special.We're one hour into Miss Songie's first puppy litter. #1 child is dark grey brown with a little dark mush. It's so cute! She washed him (or her) for about an hour, but the little cutie was searching for well, mommie's milk. It seems she has spent an hour bathing it. I thought the entire deal would take 2 hours, but Miss Songie is in no rush, and she's enjoying washing and rewashing the cute little tyke. She is about 25" tall, has extremely short hair, and from nose to tail, probably 40 inches, give or take a couple of inches. I am so happy right now. Her first born is here and getting about his 4th head to toe wash job by his mommie. They're so cute. # 2 pup should be showing up pretty soon, but as I said, Miss Songie is not in any rush. I'm listening to "Light Classical" turned way down low some lovely piano duets that are quite lovely. Oh, my goodness. #2 is surely on the way from the sound. I have to go check, and #1 is squawking, I think it's #1. It's such a happy night.Love to all of you sojourners since I have no bubble gum cigars to pass around,
I think it's gonna be a long night... Oh, my. #1 is a lighter brown and a little bit drier. #2 has a pink mush and nose and is really dark with a white band around it's neck. #1 has a white chest and tummy, and as it dried, seems bigger. Maybe it got lucky and had a drink of milk or something. Oh, oh, #2 is fussying I better go check.
In my part of the world it is pretty casual. You almost never see a woman in a skirt or dress and it is really rare you see a guy in coat and tie. I like being able to be properly dressed in neat well fitted pants, comfortable shoes, and a nice but comfortable top even at church, funerals, the work place etc. But there is a difference between that and being just plain unkempt, slovenly, too revealing, inappropriate.Apparently, it needs to be said massively more so than it currently is.
Now, I'm not pining for the days when people went to ball games in three-piece suits, but can we at least change out of the freaking pajamas to go grocery shopping?
Can guys show up to a job interview sans the silly-assed backward ball cap?
Our little Tigh (pronounced Tie), our one female dog, a very small mixed breed rescue, got out of the fenced yard one time apparently when she was in heat. So we had no idea who was the father or fathers of her five puppies that arrived a few weeks later. And I swear each puppy had a different father though most experts would say that at the most there can be two fathers involved in a little of puppies. One was the spitting image of a cocker spaniel, one almost obviously a mini dachshund mix, one sort of a Jack Russell terrier type, one unidentifiable as to breeds involved, and one twice as tall as the others was a mostly black with white accents probably terrier/bird dog cross. My boss at the hospital took him and a year later pronounced him the best dog he had ever had the privilege of adopting. We also found good homes for the other four. But it was really fun.After going to lengths to try to determine which order they were born in, 1,2,3,4,5,6, 7,8, and 9, well that was the world's poorest way of naming the pups. With all their bi-color markings, the brown one that has a black eye mask is now "Bandit." The one with a large spot on the top of its head is now "Knothead" (and is the chief annoying pusher of the other feeding puppies), the one with a white circle around his neck who is the darkest one who also squeals the loudest is now "RingRing." The one with the irregular spots was also the largest of the nine, so I called it "Biggie," and she or he stays longer at feeding than the others. The one with the regular spots is called "Spot." About three of them are varying shades of mousy brown, so they're just the "Squad." Another ligtht brown one has a face with symettrical right and left areas between the white and brown areas, so I call it "Symmetry." It's better than "1," "2," "3," etc. The one who leaves the pallet's safety, regardless of name is referred to as "Columbus," and if he or she makes it all the way around the Pallet searching for food, they become "Magellan." Miss Songie is really a good mommy. She cleans up any of them who attempt to stray, in a tough love way. What an experience the last couple of days have been. though this is day three of their sweet little appearances to this world. When her cleanup of two or three of them is done, she's back to her little semicircle of feeding the little grubbers. lol They squeal a lot when they can't find a space, although I counted 10 stations, and 9 puppies. Go figure. Miss Songie doesn't always cooperate with opening the stations closest to her chest's neck. Well it's off to puppy world to get mommie some vitamins. The last one was invaded by roaches, so I tossed it a couple of weeks ago. I wish I had gotten their replacement sooner, because on birth night, Miss Songie looked exhausted for the first time in her life, but she soldiered on getting them here and then to make sure they fed as needed since then. Time to go to the store. See y'all.![]()