Worn out

Patagonia
D’oh!Posted by Gala Thu,
April 14, 2011 16:11:45

Just
bought my ticket to Patagonia!! I will be in Ushuaia, Tierra del fuego,
next weeks, that is the furthest point south in the continent.
I hear it is cold… luckily I got my little red cap & matching gloves bought at the Gap, so I reckon I´ll be alright..
Yey!

You know that…
You know that…
Posted by Gala T
ue, April 12, 2011 18:01:11

… you are old when you visit a museum and they have on exhibit the EXACT same type writer you used through high school…

Fairy Tales
Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Wed,
April 06, 2011 10:53:32

I
met this very nice woman from very exotic (to me) Tasmania, just 3
years younger than I, she has also been traveling for many, many months
with no intention of returning to her homeland… till now.
As fate
would have it, her highschool sweetheart and on-off boyfriend during her
20´s has realized that she is the One and simply does not wan´t to go
on without her, he wants to share his life with her; from her side, he
has always had an irreplacible place in her heart and decided to give up
her semi-nomadic life and travels to go back home and start a life with
him, marriage and all.
Being the romantic dud that I am you can only
imagine how much I loved her story and I could not ask enough
questions, wanted all the details and raved about how it all had turned
out for her, beautiful stuff. Of course she will have to go and deal
with the reality of the relationship and I know it requires work and
all, but the point of the matter is the realization that life is too
short to be bullocking around and no matter how much fun single life is
(Oh, gawd, YES it IS FUN!!, love it, love it!) and how awesome it is to
travel and see the world, there comes a point in which one must stop for
a second and ponder if this is what one would want for ever and ever.
What got to me about her story, was the “Grand Gesture”.. pushing fears
aside and just going for it.
Many people have asked me what it is I
am running away from, I have always sustained I am running TOWARDS and I
will know towards what, once I find it. A friend of mine, who knows me
well and I hold very close to my heart tells me I am looking for the
“Man of my Life” (no to be confused with the “Man of my Dreams”, title
claimed by him and thus far I have not been able to challange that
proclamation).
He seems to be in the know… I sort of mask my own
nomadic life, unwillingness to commit, low tolerance, endless travels,
high standards and ridiculously picky notions of what I find acceptable
or attractive… heck! I even disregard men not based on nationality but
by CONTINENTS! don´t do Asia, Africa, anything even remotely close to
Arabs, Latin America… although fun to hang around, I´m terribly
reluctant towards Meditarrenean, and German (experience, experience)..
so… what is left?!!… ahhh!! curses! what is left is my fatal,
stupid, disheartening, disappointing and unexplicable attraction to
Brits.
This Tasmanian Girl and the “man of my Dreams” friend got me
thinking… besides my well known knack for gravitating towards guys who
seemingly are even more frightened than I am… could it be that they
are BOTH right and not only I am looking from Mr. Right but I might
actually get to meet him and finally have my own Fairy Tale story?!!!
Could I be so damned basic?!
Not sure I would be willing to give my
freedom up, however the thought of SHARING my freedom with somebody else
sounds quite alluring..


OD´d

D’oh!Posted by Gala
Thu, March 31, 2011 20:26:51
La Paz Bolivia.

10 hours walking.
9 Churches.
1 Cathedral.
6 Museums.
20 or more commemorative plaques.
5 Monuments.

Culture overdose
Brain overloaded.
Can´t.
Think
Anymore…

Now? 10 hour bus ride to the next town…

Machu Picchu
D’oh!Posted by Gala Tue,
March 22, 2011 16:55:01

How Exciting!
I want to share the fact that I have just closed the deal with a local tour company for the Inca trail.
The
first day will start a 5am (groan) and wil be spent going in an almost
vertical downhill on bicycles; day 2 and 3 walking in the rain through
muddy jungle like mountains (rainy season kinda sucks, but on the bright
side there are less tourists) and the final day is about walking
alongside a MASSIVE mountain on a 3 foot path and a 350mt drop to the
right side, no rails or anything… I was aked if I suffered from
vertigo…
The last stretch is uphill to Machu Picchu.
If you don´t read from me again, you know where to look for me…

Cuzco
D’oh!Posted by Gala
Tue, March 22, 2011 16:45:04

Im
currently in Cuzco, Peru. Such an absolutely gorgeous town with jaw
dropping colonial architecture, it feels me with waem fuzzy cultural
feelings.
I wanted to type a really intese note on this lovely place,
unfortunately, the dusty internet cafe I am in has such an old keyboard
(in Spanish) most of the letters have disappeared and my typing ability
is a few notches slower than my thinking speed, so I keep tripping on
the words and going back to erase. The music is not very inspiring
either, this techno chumba-chumba reggaeton is.. well… here are some
lyrics: muevete, muevete controla, shake it baby, oh yes, cintura
cintura cintura cintura (repeat 78 times in a row).
To make matters a
little worse, in the (ancient) PC next to mine I have a couple of
yougsters who smell like a burp from Bigfoot after eating rotten fish
from a putrid swamp… must be the hormones.. they are looking at
naughty pages and trying really hard to be discreet.
OMG this is so
funny!happening in real time: 2 policemen just came into the place and
the kids paniked and shut down their dirty websites, hahaha!! it took
them an AGE to upload and now they have to start again!
This is golden!

And she is gone!
Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Fri, March 18, 2011 19:30:30

Leaving now to start a backpack adventure in South America, sans laptop, music or phone.

Ridiculously
excited! will see as much as I possibly can and hopefully will leave
behind all silly stories that get me no where, lighten the mental load,
so to speak.

Traveling is a great way of forgetting.

Free!!! I am so damned FREE!

Blyme..
Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Wed,
March 16, 2011 10:01:25

Totally weak in the knee.
1 minute 40 seconds is all it took to crumble down a pretty nice guard I’d been working on for 2 weeks.

Curse you skype and your video conferencing system!!

Now I gotta start all over again.


Tongolele

Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas Posted
by Gala Mon, March 07, 2011 11:32:43

this glorious Thursday March the 10th I am turning 43 years of age.

Feeling
very extremely happy and comfortable in sexy middle age, no issues with
my wrinkles, body or spotty memory span and yet I find myself wrestling
over letting my numerous gray hairs show or covering them up; seems
terribly dishonest to dye them, it is only natural to be going gray at
this stage so doesn’t feel quite right hiding the evidence as I don’t
try to look younger than I am ,on the other hand I can’t help but feel
my cave-woman hair looks terribly unkempt with grays here and there…
looks dusty and messier than normal with those publicly whites sticking
out.

After many hours in front of the mirror attempting to
establish a pattern of growth, it seems as if I may have it everywhere
but with a big strand of gray coming out from the right side, doesn’t
look bad at all and could even pass as stylish; it is too soon to know
for sure but perhaps I give it a shot, with any luck it will be in a
modern Tongolele style.

If you are under 50 and were not raised
in any Latin American country, you could not possibly know who Tongolele
was: a gorgeous exotic dancer legitimized through films as an actress
in a too prude yet cheeky era when women had heart stopping curves and
naturally luscious lips.Deep green eyes shaded by massive fake eyelashes
and cleavages that invited wandering eyes to take a plunge.

She
was absolutely stunning and had a trademark mane of thick black curls
with a natural (or so she led us to believe) strand of silver hair. She
danced like the devil and her hips would move at lightening speed
stopping only to give her shoulders a violent shimmy shake which would
turn men wild.

I am no Tongolele, don’t have the curves, the
amazing eyes, out of this world set of knockers or sexy lips, despite
having a fair bootie shake I don’t think I could make a (legal) living
out of it as she did, still I may try to pay a small tribute allowing by
scrubby turf of gray hair see the light.

Or not.


Spain

Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Thu, March 03, 2011 15:27:42

I
must have put on like 4 kilos, I have eaten non stop and the vegetarian
thing just went out the window, not to mention the no drinking policy..
it was already quite bad in Abu Dhabi, lost all shame in Oman and
Spain… it was murder, man!

I am soooooo lucky to have so many
friends, good ones too! so going out has been a blast; met with some
unexpected people (lovely-lovely) and ran into some others… Barcelona
is really a village, no matter what they say. Madrid was awesome,
wonderful had such a wonderful time, I’m a bit in love with the city.

And
now.. now I have knot in my tummy, soooo excited to see my Boys!
haven’t seen them in 1 year & 3 weeks! nothing could possibly better
that visiting my Children and seeing a new country all at once.

CAN’T WAIT, CAN’T WAIT, CANT WAIT, CANT WAIT.

Too much info

D’oh!Posted by Gala
Fri, February 25, 2011 05:45:56

Coming
back to Europe has been quite a shock in many levels, all of a sudden I
understand what people are saying around me and it is somewhat
disturbing; just some weeks back there was this background noise, a bit
more musical in some places than others (Thai sounds very lovely,
Chinese abrupt, Arab just angry) but to me they were nothing but noises,
I was always alone with my thoughts, being receptive of that massive
amount of information received by all my other senses: new smells,
colors, clothing, new tastes.
And now? now I understand the
soundtrack… and it is not always glamorous I found out that Merche
(the girl sitting 2 rows behind me in the bus) has a massive pimple in
her butt, it is itchy, it oozes some yellow stuff and despite the fact
that her poor friend, recipient of her very loud conversation did not
appear to be interested in the hideous details, Merche insisted in
describing the level of redness and the exact location of the pimple by
means of vigorous scratching.
Then there was this other woman, loudly
talking in her mobile to poor, poor Antonio, he had done an awesome
job, the girl was very impressed, his proposal was amazing, but still,
she had to fire him as the company was taking another turn.. I really
felt sorry for Antonio. The woman hung up and seemingly forgot the about
him in a matter of seconds as she engaged in a lively talk with her
travel companion.
Carme is fed up of her husband. Paco is hung over,
the chubby girl in the bus has a rash somewhere below her belly button
as she kept pointing towards that general area. The little boy in the
train did NOT want to go to school (and school food was as good as dog
poo, according to him) and I suspect that the flushed girl sitting in
front of me in the park is having an affair with the man by her side, as
she speaks of her husband while she holds his hands and gives him
little kisses.
I have no doubt the same conversations took place in
Luang Prabang or Shanghai, but I did not understand them. Now i find
myself as a silent participant of these people´s lives and it is…
bizarre.

I am an unwilling peeping Tom, a casual eaves dropper.


Friends

Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Fri, February 18, 2011 03:28:44

Great to see people I love in Barcelona.
Today
I celebrate Friendship, the new and old; the “lunch” friends and “no
matter what Im there for you” friends; long lost ones and those freshly
made. Those to walk along memory lane with as well as the friends with
whom I travel new roads.
I am blessed to have so many out of the ordinary people in my life whom I love so dearly and who care about me as well.
My friends make me want to be a better person.

Man, what a great life i have!

Dates
Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Thu, February 10, 2011 02:30:21

You
know when you have a date and it is so nice that you just don’t want it
to end and you feel you could and WOULD just sit there for hours on
end?
Yeah, those dates when you could be chatting and holding hands
till.. well, old age really; when you are smiling so much that face
muscles are sore the day after?
A date that actually saddens you when it is over?

Yep, had one of those yesterday.

It was awesome.

Feb 7 2011
D’oh!Posted by Gala Mon,
February 07, 2011 16:47:10

Just had a lovely date.
Really nice indeed.

Dear God: please don’t let him be a distasteful, cheap tacky person.
I think I have filled my quota in that for the next few years.

Secondary First Impressions
Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Wed, January 19, 2011 10:36:09

Sometimes first impression are just the real thing, no need to look for any deep or profound meanings.

Sometimes its as easy as WYSiWYG
What you see is what you get.

Must trust my instincts and gut feeling! rarely ever fails me!

RIP Class
Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Mon, January 17, 2011 10:41:27

Is it just me, o ha muerto el Glamour, la clase, good taste, buenos modales y el lustre en general?

Desde
cuando las servilletas de tela son una extravagancia, las porciones
sensibles una estafa o las cositas que hacen algo mas bonito de lo
normal un desperdicio?

Es de verdad de otro planeta taparse la
boca al bostezar, no hurgarse la nariz, llamar a la puerta antes de
entrar o considerar el lavabo como un sitio privado y cerrar la puerta
cuando se utiliza?

Soy realmente snob por no quereme llevar una
botella de agua de a litro a un restaurante mono, o cargar mi bolso de
cerveza de la tiendecita (a 1 km de distancia) para no pagar extra en el
chiringuito? es terrible de mi parte el llevar ropa interior combianada
y asegurarme de que mi vestido no este sucio o los zapatos combinen con
el bolso?

Soy clasista pq prefiero ir a un sitio donde la gente
no escupa, hable a gritos o se rasque constantemente la entrepierna? (Y
NO me refiero al los muslos…)

Soy ignorante por que elijo vivir
desinformada y no dejarme manipular por los medios informativos? si me
apasiona la historia, no es algo asi como escuchar noticias, solo
viejas, confirmadas y sin sensacionalismos?

Que quieres que te
diga… prefiero ser snob, elitista y… bueno, no realmente ignorante,
sencillamente informada a destiempo, pero eso si, siempre con un pelin
de glamour y buen gusto.

Ahhh if Cary Grant was a life in this day and age, he would pack up and leave.

The good, bad & ugly
Quotes, jokes & Babosadas
Posted by Gala Wed, January 05, 2011 20:21:43

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

For her:

The good: You are hugging a reeeaaaallly nice guy.
The bad: you realize he has a respectable set of Man Boobs
The ugly: they are nicer and perkier than yours.

For Him:

The good:You are hugging a reeeaaaallly nice girl.
The bad: you feel a huge erection.
The ugly: it’s not yours…

The horrible: it’s WAY bigger than yours…


Milagros

En Español, pa los Cuates
Posted by Gala Mon, December 27, 2010 18:14:43

Feliz noticia!

Nunca imagine que esto volviera a suceder y menos en este punto de mi vida, pero finalmente voy a ser Mama otra vez!

LOCA DE CONTENTA!!!

Con esto de que soy pro a mejorar la raza y no hay mejor manera de hace una raza superior que haciendo un cocktail de colores.

Mi
primer intento fue un éxito! a nivel personal Mexican-German fue un
potaje asqueroso, pero los chamaquitos que salieron son
IN-SU-PE-RA-BLES.

Esta vez toca el tema Papa Asiático, esperando q
su contribución sea por el lado industrioso y emprendedor de esta
gente, mas que por su cortísima estatura y perenne vergüenza de TODO.

No podría estar mas feliz! Esto es un verdadero milagro!!!

Es un milagro…

No solo porque ya estoy en unas edades en las que mas que embarazo, esto seria un “Santanazo”…
Santana… no me refiero al traidor de la patria Mexicana quien literalmente le regalo Texas a los gringos, Nooooo!
Tampoco
me refiero al súper musicote Mexicano (Carlos) Santana que compuso la
legendaria “oye como vaaa, el ritmooo bueno pa goza, mulaaataaa”
Santa
Ana era ese personaje bíblico, quien siendo una anciana por la gracia
de dios quedo embarazada como a los 90 años y (típico Biblia) sin la
ayuda de ningún hombre.
Es un milagro también porque he hecho cerrar la fabrica con precisión quirurgica e irreversible hace casi 10 años…

Es
un milagro porque este cuerpo serrano ha visto menos acción que las
Fuerzas Armadas del Vaticano… tan neutral como Suiza a quien NADIE le
pone una mano encima…. mas desperdiciado que os recursos naturales del
África Profunda… mas desatendido que el jardín botánico de Death
Valley… mas ignorado que los llamados de Paz del santo Papa…

Lo
mas milagroso de todo? que haya habido UN SOLO segundo en el que
realmente pensaras que podía yo estar embarazada… y de un Asiático!!
que no he hecho mas que despotricar de sus diminutos hombrecitos!!!

Aaaayyyyyy!!! inocente Palomita que te has dejado engañar, sabiendo que en este día, nada se debe prestar…

FELIZ DIA DE LOS INOCENTES!!
Diciembre 28


First Impressions

Mushy Stuff / Mariconadas
Posted by Gala Tue, December 21, 2010 04:31:15

I wonder if one ever recovers from a first impression, be it positive or negative.

If
you would meet a drunk girl in a bar, whoring around would she forever
be the “drunken slut”? what if you were to meet her in broad day light
and turns out she is like the Exec Manager of Nuns r Us and does
patchwork for the blind on her days off or something like that, would
that change anything or would you stick to the first impression?.

In
many scenarios we don’t get a second shot: if I go to apply for a job
and come in 2 hours late or unprepared the chances of being given a
second opportunity are very slim. Or if I am all bitchy and unbearable
in a date, Mr. Romeo won’t come back begging for more (if he does, he
certainly deserves what he gets).

Do we seriously reflect who we are in the first few hours after meeting somebody? do clothes really define us?
If
I arrive dressed like a Hoochie Mama and sex written all over my chosen
outfit, would the person I meet be entitled to think of me as an easy
ride?
If he shows up dressed like a queen may I assume he is gay?

I
have just been in a situation in which a first impression made me take a
very different road than I anticipated and I am not sure that was the
right thing to do at all. Seems ridiculously stupid and frivolous.
I find myself filled with doubt.

Is it REALLY fair to judge somebody based on their appearance alone?
Probably not, yet there are 2 undeniable factors:
1. “el amor entra por los ojos” it doesn’t quite translate, but “love at first sight” does have a reason to be.
2.
We pick our clothes to reflect our lifestyle choices and personality.
If one is a goth, a yuppie, a punk, dirty, posh, insecure, an emo,
conservative, thoughtless, careless or colorblind, chances are it will
reflect in our attire.

Does anybody have a right to tell anybody else what to do or what to wear?
Absolutely NOT! we are free and must be respectful of other people’s choices, right?!
But what if you really like the person but their choices seriously put you off and can’t get passed that? Might be too late.

I
just can’t tell somebody to rejuvenate their wardrobe and revisit their
fashion sense, seems wrong and disrespectful and who the hell do I
think I am??? the fashion police??? heck! it’s not even like have a
great sense of style.

My tendency -as always, and I fight it!- is to walk away and it just seems wrong this time.

Very wrong.

*sight*

Status
D’oh!Posted by Gala Wed, December 15, 2010 19:58:36
Ok, so what is the current Status?

Grand Opening of current Gig in 2 days
work 2 weeks behind schedule
Must be ready any way.
(I was ready!)

Dec 17: Much anticipated visit that has my tummy in a knot.
Seriously: normal people don’t do this type of thing… Aahhh! How cryptic is she?!

Leaving Vietnam, Con Dao in January
10 days traveling: don’t know where.
Must send all stuff to America, not sure where to.

Abu Dhabi here I come! 3 weeks of work.

Spain, Madre patria! Perhaps in Valentine’s day.
2 weeks of friends, tapas, beers and farewells.
Ticket; will be sorted for me (yey!)
Accommodation: All over the place!

Lima, Peru: to reclaim my kid’s affections; I may have been forgotten or worse yet! cast aside!
Accommodation: unknown.
Ticket: not finalized.
Goal: spend by b-day March 10 with my Boys.

There is talk with my sister to stick a trip to Chile or Uruguay here, but don’t think so.

Mexico
Lindo y Querido: a blast from the past! meeting friends from elementary
& high school. University buddies and best mates.
LOADS of taco eating.
Accommodation: no probs.
Ticket: not finalized.

Final destination USA
City: unknown
Date: not determined, sometime in March or beginning of April.
Job: not yet
Accommodation: will figure it out
Flight: not even close
Contacts: not really
Confidence level: 100% success

Just right now I am beginning to feel a liiiiiitle bit nervous…

Mixed feelings
Mushy Stuff / MariconadasPosted by Gala Mon, December 13, 2010 09:27:33
How to deal with this?
one
of the two persons I love the MOST in the world is just soooooo much
like the only person I truly dislike… with a vengeance… despise with
a passion… and from the bottom of my heart.

That is a tight spot!

Hard place to be in..


Mental note

Mental notesPosted by Gala Sat, November 27, 2010 06:09:58
Mental note

When somebody asks you if you have a new boyfriend, before you distractedly answer:

“Hell no! I live in Asia! have you seen the puny little men here?! they look like children!”

take
a moment to remember where you are, lift your eyes from your computer
and make sure you don’t blurt out your answer in your office… in
Vietnam… surrounded by 8 English Speaking Vietnamese men, who are
about 1.50mt tall….

Action flicks
D’oh!Posted by Gala
Tue, November 23, 2010 07:10:38

Just
watching an “action” flick, not very keen on those, really, unless I
have a guarantee that Mathew McConaughey will take his shirt off or Will
Smith will be wearing ONLY black leather pants and a cynical smile.

Today’s flick is an old one, featuring Charles Bronson as a tough old school vigilante.
How
have times changed! not just in terms of special effects and story
lines, but also in the treatment of violence; despite the fact that
films today may count a dead toll by the hundreds and censorship limits
it self to airbrushing nipples and hiding genitals, there is something
so much more raw and aggressive in old movies.

Here are some observations:

In old movies:
– People actually bled
– Bad guys didn’t have a foreign accent

It was ok for the leading man to be old, chubby, balding and strangely,
still sexy. (Takes a real man to be self assured with a less than
perfect body)
– All the girls seemed to have REALLY bad hair (70’s & 80’s specially!)
– People had better aim when shooting
– Bad guys did manage to land a punch every now and then
– Men were manly, girls were butch or slutty
– Nobody gave a rats’ ass about finger prints in crime scenes, or contaminating evidence
– Gold was much preferred by the baddies
– The baddies got shot on the legs (one needs a confession afterward, right?!)
– Explosions actually killed people, not just sent them flying and landing on top of a hot looking girl
– Guns didn’t necessarily need to reload (except to add suspense to a scene)
– Villains were caught without the need of high tech or even mobiles.
– Gagging people took nothing more than a scarf, which inexplicably always appeared out of no-where… even in Miami.

In New movies:
– A character can take 30 bullets and you don’t see a drop of blood

Good Guy never gets a stain or wrinkle in his clothes, no matter how
long or hard a mission or battle is, his shirt is impeccable and
trousers crisp; at times one might find strategically placed tears in
clothing, revealing rippling muscles or the top of a boob.
– Bad guys
have rubbish aim: they can have machine gun blizzard and throw dozens
of hand grenades , the hero? not even a scratch.
– The good guys can
take down a helicopter (engulfed in flames) with a bow and arrow (Rambo
2) or with a single bullet aim and shoot exactly at the gas tank of an
speeding car miles away, making it explode
– Good guys look like personal trainers/athletes. The girls look like Play Boy bunnies
– Everybody has PERFECT teeth, be it crack addicts, 14th century peasants or homeless serial killers
– Armani is much preferred by the baddies; Ray Ban by the goodies.
– Men look kind of gay (pictures below)

Good guys have the unfair advantage of slow motion: they can reload,
fidget with their hair, pull a gun and a knife, say a smart assed
comment and write a grocery list while a bullet is coming directly at
them.

What has not changed:
– Blonds are dumb. Always.

USA 1910
D’oh!Posted by Gala
Sun, November 21, 2010 06:51:54

My friend Glenn sent me this note and I found it SUPER interesting.

This is where the USA was at back in 1910.
What a difference 100 years make!

************
The average life expectancy for men was 47 years.

Fuel car fuel was sold in drug stores only.
There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

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’.

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.

Try to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.