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I had his attitude about books when I was a few years older. I didn’t enjoy reading, but would spend any amount of time on movies. :D
The only way I got pop as a kid was with my allowance. I got 10 cents a week and a bottle of pop was 6 cents, so it was a special treat! My folks NEVER bought soda, or Koolaid. Us kids had to spend our own money if we wanted that stuff. :P
I don’t recognize this one, must be a new addition… :D
One summer, I didn’t get a job lined up in time, so my parents had me painting the backyard fence of their baseball field sized yard (no exaggeration). It took several weeks to do being that it was rough cedar and they were very particular about it should look when done. I thought I would never be finished. :P
In the mid-1960’s, my first job was at the age of 8, working for my dad at his print shop. I ran the old “Platten” printing press, printing business cards (you had to put in the cards by hand, which needed excellent dexterity and timing . I learned a lot of interesting skills and how to operate various pieces of equipment. I enjoyed the challenge, and spending time with my dad. I worked there every summer until dad sold the shop when I was 15, then I took a job at the Robson Street McDonald’s restaurant (Vancouver, BC). THAT job was interesting, (I worked evenings), meeting firemen on duty, transvestites, tourists, street people, etc. It really opened my eyes to who and what occupied our city.
More proof that MIchael is all male.
I think Pilsner is a Monk Parakeet/Quaker parrot (same bird). He’s got LOTS of personality and is rather forward (read: PUSHY) and takes no crap from others. :D
Knocking your kid into next week is abuse. Spanking them after you’ve had a “serious talk” with them is punctuating your discipline. My aunt said she would have rather been spanked over having a “serious talk” with her dad. The talk always made her realize that she’d done something wrong, while spanking would have left her thinking she was being picked on. ALWAYS sit down, have a chat with the kid to explain that what they did was wrong in your eyes, and see if you can get them to understand it. My mother said that when I was very young, she got the best results by explaining the wrongness of my behaviour before she paddled me. Too bad she didn’t stick with that method. As I got older, her temper got shorter, and the discussions were skipped altogether. I became very resentful about getting whooped when I didn’t see that I had done anything wrong.
I have this one on my frig, ever since it came out in the Sunday funnies, years ago. :P
My son wanted me to show his daughter our photo albums. She was bored to death with them (even at the age of 4-almost 5). I remember enjoying the family photo albums at her age. Especially pictures of my parents when they were young. I remember finding it hard to believe that my folks were kids once. :D