We had the album. I used to sing along with Nancy (and do a better job!)
Sadly, there are some gullible people (male and female) that would fall for that and pay the service charge. Back in the 70s, one of the mechanic scams was replacing the “muffler bearing”. I am so glad my Dad taught me to work on my own car. I used to do my own work back in the day. Computerized cars have changed that. I still do some work on my old cars though.
Don’t ever attend a showing of the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” then, most everybody shows up in costume.
Thanks, good to know I’m not going blind! I knew Ginger had to be there somewhere. I’ll see her tomorrow.
They also need “Mommy, who’s Daddy” for all the kids who have no idea who their father is because mommy has no idea who their father is. I know two kids who are being raised by their aunt. Their birth mother has no clue who the fathers are because she is a druggie. The poor kids do have some issues but are getting better. We act as surrogate grandparents so at least they have my husband as a positive male role model.
I was thinking the same thing.
Thank you. I have known too many people that have committed suicide. You are always asking yourself what you could have done to help them when the answer really is nothing. All but one never said a word. We sometimes take depression too lightly. I don’t know what I could have done to prevent any of them, but it hurts just the same.
Poor Mike! I understand Mike! Me own Mommy was bipolar and frequently said she hated us, especially me older sister and meself. It is the bipolar speaking Mike, yer Mommy really loves you she just doesn’t know how to express it. Now yer Daddy…
I like to sleep on my side, my husband on his back. Our Hemi will sleep on his chest when we first go to bed. Around 2 a.m. she will come to me and nudge my face, nip my nose, whatever it takes for me to give in and roll over on my back so she can sleep on my stomach. She is 15 and has become more demanding since her sister died 16 months ago. Yes, I give in and give her what she wants. Old age has its privileges.
My older sister and I couldn’t stand each other growing up but sat down in our 30s and talked things out. It turned out that other influences that neither of us was aware of were in play.