Millions of Homes May Have Health Hazards

An estimated 5.7 million U.S. families live in substandard housing, with one in every three houses in U.S. metropolitan areas plagued by health hazards, according to a study released Thursday.

The National Center for Health Housing, which culled the information from U.S. Census data, said the most common problems are water leaks from the outside (11 percent) and inside (8 percent), roofing problems (6 percent), damaged interior walls (5 percent), and signs of mice (5 percent).

Charlotte, N.C., Anaheim-Santa Ana, Calif., and Atlanta, Ga., rank at the top of the list for having the healthiest housing. The metropolitan areas of San Francisco, Oakland, Los Angeles, and New York ranked as having the least healthy housing.

Source: National Center for Healthy Housing (09/24/2009)

The Only Thing Constant is Change … hey, was this you?

We are blessed to live in today’s world but isn’t it nice to look back on occasion.  Hey, was this you? 

A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street.

A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat.

In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone,

And no need for recording things, someone was always home.

We only had a living room where we would congregate,

Unless it was at meal time in the kitchen where we ate.

We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,

When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two,

But always there was one of them with something worth the view.

For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip,

And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton’s onion dip.

Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook,

And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker’s book.

Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play,

We all did things together — even go to church to pray.

When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather,

No one stayed at home because we liked to be together.

Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own,

But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone.

Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star,

And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car.

Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season,

Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason.

Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know,

Have real action playing ball — and no game video.

Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,

And didn’t need insurance or a lawyer to defend?

The way that he took care of you or what he had to do,

Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you.

Remember going to the store and shopping casually,

And when you went to pay for it you used your own money?

Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount,

Remember when the cashier person had to really count?

The milkman used to go from door to door,

And it was just a few cents more than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door,

Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store.

The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent;

There were not loads of mail addressed to “present occupant.”

There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take,

And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.

They didn’t look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile;

They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style.

One time the music that you played whenever you would jive,

Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five.

The record player had a post to keep them all in line,

And then the records would drop down and play one at a time.

Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today,

And always we were striving, trying for a better way.

Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun,

How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run? 

And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes, 

And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes?

This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways,

I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.

So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same,

But I sure love to reminisce and walk down memory lane.

Source:  Unknown, received through my daily email.

Unemployed Home Owners May Get Assistance

The Obama administration has opened a dialogue with major lenders, economists, and government officials over the possibility of extending a financial lifeline to home owners who no longer can afford their mortgages because of job losses.

Possible strategies range from encouraging loan servicers to allow unemployed borrowers to skip some payments to providing grants or loans to temporarily cover mortgage obligations for home owners who become unemployed.

The talks have drawn praise from some real estate groups and other interests, who say that without aid to this subset of homeowners, the housing recovery could lose momentum.

Source: USA Today, Stephanie Armour (09/18/09)

Sex after Life … Wishing you a Great Saturday!

A long-time married couple made a deal that whoever died first would come back and inform the other of the afterlife.  Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife at all.

After a long life together, the husband was the first to die.

True to his word, he made the first contact, “Marion … Marion.”

Is that you, Bob?

Yes, I’ve come back like we agreed.

That’s wonderful! What’s it like?

Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex.

I have breakfast and then it’s off to the golf course … I have sex again, bathe in the warm sun and then have sex a couple of more times.

Then I have lunch (you’d be proud – lots of greens) another romp around the golf course, then pretty much have sex the rest of the afternoon.

After supper, it’s back to golf course again. Then it’s more sex until late at night. I catch some much needed sleep, and then the next day it starts all over again.

Oh, Bob, you must be in Heaven!

Not exactly …. I’m a rabbit on a golf course in Arizona.

LOL Friday … Looking forward to our senior moments

Aging with Benefits … A noted sex therapist realized that people often lied about the frequency of their encounters, so he devised a test to tell for certain how often someone has had sex.

To prove his theory, he filled an auditorium with people, and went down the line, asking each person to smile. Using the size of the person’s smile, the therapist was able to guess accurately until he came to the last man in line, an elderly gentleman, who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Twice a day,” the therapist guessed. But the therapist was surprised when the man says no.

“Once a day, then?” Again the answer is no. “Twice a week?” “No.” “Twice a month?” “No.” The man finally said yes when the doctor got to “once a year.”

The therapist is angry that his theory isn’t working, and asks the elderly gentleman, “What the heck are you so happy about?”

The gent answered, “Tonight’s the night!”

Remembering Grandpa  …  Three elderly gentlemen were talking about what their grandchildren would be saying about them fifty years from now.

“I would like my grandchildren to say, ‘He was successful in business’,” declared the first man.

“Fifty years from now,” said the second, “I want them to say, ‘He was a loyal family man’.”

Turning to the third gent, the first gent asked, “So what do you want them to say about you in fifty years?”

“Me?” the third man replied. “I want them all to say, “He certainly looks good for his age’!”

We’re OK … Two older Jewish ladies, Sophie and Fran, were shopping one afternoon, and Sophie says to Fran, “Wish me good luck. My son finally met a girl and maybe they will get married – But the only thing my son said is that she has Herpes. What is Herpes?”

Fran says, “I don’t know, but I have a medical dictionary at home and I will go home and look it up for you.”

The next day the ladies again meet, and Fran says to her friend, “Sophie it’s okay. You don’t have to worry. It’s a disease of the gentiles!”

Old Aunt Cora  …  Old Aunt Cora went to her doctor to see what could be done about her troublesome constipation. “It’s terrible,” she said to the doctor. “I haven’t moved my bowels in more than a week.”

“I see. Have you done anything about it?” asked the doctor.

“Oh, yes,” Aunt Cora replied, “I sit in the bathroom for a good half of an hour in the morning and then again at night.”

“No,” the doctor said, “I mean do you take anything?”

“Of course I do.” she answered, “I take a magazine.”

Poll: Boomers Want Convenience, Familiarity

Baby boomers considering where they’ll spend their retirement say they prefer single-story living in suburbia, according to a survey conducted by the National Association of Home Builders and the MetLife Mature Market Institute. 

The survey of owners and renters 55 and older identified some interesting preferences: 

  • One-third would choose a close-in suburb; another third prefer an outlying suburb; 25 percent desire a rural community; and 9 percent want to live in the center city.
  • About 79 percent want a single-story home, 15 percent prefer a two-story, and 6 percent want a split level.
  • Most respondents say they’d like their next home to be the same size as their current one.
  • The five features rated most important were in-home washers and dryers, storage space, windows that open easily, main-level master bedrooms, and easy-to-use climate controls.
  • Twenty-seven percent of those surveyed said they were not concerned about the impact of home building on the environment; 23 percent are concerned, but say that will not be a consideration when they purchase a retirement property; and 37 percent responded that want an “environment-friendly” home, but would not pay extra for it. Only 12 percent said they would be willing to pay more.

Source: MetLife Mature Market Institute (09/15/2009)