Oh my gosh! What memories
Posted By: gotlatte on 2007-04-16
In Reply to: I just went through this w/my daughter... - sm
this brings back, I feel for you!! It's been a long time ago, but it still gets my heart pumping. My daughter had long blonde, THICK hair almost to her waist in 2nd grade. I actually took her to the doctor because I'd never seen them before and didn't know what was going on. He gave me a prescription shampoo, but I suppose there are other better things out there now, don't know and hope I never need to. It took me weeks of combing and picking those nasty things out, her crying the whole time and so embarrassed, like it was her fault. Come to find out the school knew about lice going through the classes, her teacher told me there were 2 girls in her class at the time, one of whom she sat right next to in class, and they had been sent home multiple times for it and warned. I had to call one of her my daughter's friend's mother and tell her my daughter had lice because the friend had just recently spent the night. I spent a little time in the principal's office for sure and asked what the deal was, that nobody was notified it was going around in the school so parents could take precautions and be aware. He said well there was a privacy issue, well what about MY daughter? and was he aware that there was a school not too far away that had actually been closed down for a lice epidemic?!! No...he wasn't. It wasn't like they have to name names, just send a note home with the kids saying there's an issue you need to be aware of (they certainly had no problems in that class with privacy issues when doing their drug awareness program and asking the children personally what their parents drank or took, including coffee, in terms of drugs and alcohol). Well, guess what, they did and no more piling hats and clothes on the playground at recess, wearing other's coats, hats, etc. From then on, my daughter wore her hair in tight french braids to her head, until she decided she wanted it cut off. Man, what a nightmare, I was frantic, spent hours and hours and dollars fumigating, cleaning everything imaginable, toys, bedding, furniture, carpets, car seats...
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Wow, the memories
My parents had one too!
memories
When I was growing up, we raised a pig with a bottle too. . it was so much fun! I hope your little pig does well...
memories of
sitting at grandparents on the back steps (very wide to fit the porch) and eating watermelon, or watching my dad and brothers taking turns cranking the ice cream machine and all making fun of each other for being too weak. It was so quiet you could hear the windmill squeak, very restful.
Hearing stories of when Daddy and his three brothers were young and took turns jumping out of the barn hayloft with a parachute made from one of grandma's good white sheets which ripped. Daddy said he hugged that limp sheet all the way to the ground. Uncle Joe said they let him go first because it was his idea, but they all got a whipping for it.
At my other grandparents, Mother and her sister talked about skating all over Austin jumping the cracks in the sidewalks. I had to be quiet when John Cameron Swazy was on (Timex keeps on ticking) or Billy Graham. Going to the barbershop (Papa was a barber) for haircuts. sitting on the porch snapping beans or peas. Aunt Nell and Uncle Frank lived in the country, feather tick mattresses and bolsters, chamber pots and outhouses, mean chickens. Aunt Nell's hair was let down at night and hung below her hips. She had a built-in ice box (not fridge) and a water pump in the kitchen and thought she was in high cotton. They lived in the house she had been born in. She had sunbonnets by the back door. Never went out of the house without one and at 86 still had beautiful skin you would not believe. Kept their money in a bible. They had a 17 year old hound under the front porch with no teeth who acted like he would tear you up. They called him didhebitecha. She made the best biscuits in the world until canned came out!
Daddy loved woodworking, helping him hold large piece of wood in the shop or handing him tools.
I was anxious to learn to cook (I never said I was smart!), made cookies and such at 12, cooking whole dinners by 16. Being the oldest was not all you would think it could be. I was a miniparent.
I remember my baby brother being droopy drawers, would step out of his diaper and keep going. Love to remind him of that now when he is 52 and 6ƈ". Then came two more sisters, the last when I was 17, Mother had it made for that one!
I remember my border collie, Lady. We got her when I was 9 and she was 2. Had her until I was 21. One of those dogs who knew who could come in the yard and knock on the door and who to run entirely out of the neighborhood. She was my best friend. She had trouble delivering her last litter and my grandmother helped her.
I remember the attic fan, and wish I had one now. My son does and it saves him AC bills about 2 to 3 months of the year.
I remember being around my great-grandparents. In fact, one grandmother was 90 when she died in 2000. I was 54. How many can say that? I also remember seeing a civil war veteran in the 1950's.
This feels like such a time warp as the memories go flashing by. I remember when most moms stayed home. The fuller brush man went door to door. There was a man who traveled around sharpening knives and scissors. Milk was delivered to your door. Remember keeping wet clothes in a bread bag in the fridge? You put a tin sprinkler with a piece of cork around the base on a 10 cent coke bottle to sprinkle while you ironed. Do they still make those? and I remember when keyboards had a cent sign on the number 6 key!
Just for the groan effect, here's one for you - gas was 18 cents a gallon and there was a gas war between competing stations!
Ah, Memories!
My big sister had a poodle skirt that I inherited just before they went out of style in about ཻ. It had a real chain on the poodle's leash. I wore it with a pink fuzzy sweater, and, yes, the petticoat. Incidently, when I was a little younger my sister and I would use those petticoats on our heads for "Brides' veils."
Memories
I remember coming home from Bonnie and Clyde - my mom had a fit I saw that violent movie - she thought I was really shaken up over it. Actually it was the fight with my boyfriend that gave me the blues. Hilary Duff? Hmmm, I really can't think of anybody I would like to see play that part.
Wow. Now THERE are some MEMORIES!
I actually learned to type on a typewriter just about like that, in high school. Got up to 52 words per minute, too.
I remember those chest Coke machines. And the milk bottles with the little paper caps. The ice cube trays. (There are some of those still probably stowed in my mother's attic. Wonder if they're worth anything??) Ah, the drive-in movie, the TV dinners, the goofy lunch boxes with the thermos that broke if you looked at it funny, The Beatles swag, the record players, the non-pop-top cans. Full-service gas stations.
I still had one of those dial phones up until the late 1980s because it was cheaper than a push-button back in the day when we still had to rent our equipment from the phone company....
And, of course, not even a HINT of a seat belt in the family car! Remember riding in the way-back of the station wagon? And oh, the stuff my mother used to score with the S & H Green Stamps (and the Blue Chip stamps too).
Creative Memories
My mother loved Creative Memories. She passed away last year, so I already have so much stuff, and I can say the items are well worth it. Creative Memories has nice stuff if you like to scrapbook. My Mom started a few books, which I will cherish forever. She was trying to make one for each child and grandchild, but she was cut short by an illness. I am loaded with Creative Memories stuff, but wanted to share that you will have so much fun being a consultant. I had a great time at one of the functions. I also saw a new twist on scrapbooking by using favorite recipes. Not only could you include pictures of family gatherings, but also type up the recipe for the scrapbook page. Fortunately my daughter spent a lot of time with my Mom and she will be able to use the supplies we have inherited through learning the techniques with my Mom and she's only 7. This is not something just for adult, but kids like it too! Good luck and happy scrappin'!!!!! I think you'll have fun meeting new people! 
Fond memories.
When I worked in-house, a co-worker and I used to pass the twitch back and forth. ;-)
I have baseball memories with my Dad
My favorite activity as a child was stick/hose ball. My Dad would cut up old hose and pitch them to us. There were some woods behind the house, so it didn't matter how hard you hit those pieces of hose. What fun!! We used to go crabbing in the summer and built gigantic snowmen in the winter. I was in the middle child with an older and younger brother, so I learned to play a lot of football, baseball, and yes, believe it or not, we used to play guns! Fake ones of course! Times have sure changed!
I too have many wonderful memories of my
grandparents houses, silly little things like the smell of my nana's soap, her chenille bedspread I thought was so cool, my other grandmother owned and operated a store that had everything from fresh meat which she butchered and feed for animals and lots of penny candy in big glass jars. Point is - memories are made at their houses more often than not. It is part of the mystique. You never said if you took the kids to the grandparents or you expected them to come to you - just wondered.
Holiday memories....
My dad saying (when I was age 4 to 6) that there was an elf that would hop on his shoulder every morning when he got in the car to go to work and ask if I had been good the day before. I can remember waiting for him to get home and then excitedly asking him if he talked to the elf...ok, now I'm misty eyed!
Waiting in the longest line to get Cabbage Patch Kids for my daughters when they first came out....lucky enough to get ones with decent enough names and birthdates close to my girls' birthdays.
Making the dreaded yam/sweet potato casserole at Thanksgving and ALWAYS setting the marshmallow bag on the hot oven door, thus melting the plastic, nice touch.
Realizing that I don't care if I have to pay full price, I do not shop the day after Thanksgiving any more!
Remember doing that as a kid..ahh, memories...nm
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Has anyone ever tried being a Creative Memories consultant ...sm
If so, how did that work out for you? I just signed on to supplement with transcription and was wanting to know if anyone else had tried this before.
Have a great day!!
Brings back memories
In my upper years now but when I was around 11 or 12 had a penpal in France. Still remember getting letters from her. What a wonderful time for all!
What are your favorite childhood memories
Watching the kids in the neighborhood play takes me back to my childhood days. Lots of people say they would never go through childhood ever again but I would in a heartbeat. I'd like to hear what were the best things for you when you were growing up. Mine were
1. Playing all day and night on weekends and after school. My only concern was getting in the house before dark (or by supper time).
2. Grandma & Grandpa lived up the road so spent lots of time with them (they taught us how to do the polka to Lawrence Welk).
3. Didn't have to do any cooking. Everything was prepared for me. And, no laundry. Always had clean clothes hanging in the closet.
4. School. Learning, learning, learning and being with friends.
5. Being free enough to have imaginary friends and nobody would tell me I was losing my mind (or were they really imaginary????)
6. Girl Scouts (need I say any more).
7. The idea that I could be a ballerina, movie star, singer, or anything I wanted to be when I grew up and my parents entertained that as though it could become a real possibility for me.
8. Mom and dad tucking me into bed and kissing me good night.
9. Thanksgiving with the whole family over.
10. Best Christmas gifts were Lite Bright, Easy Bake Oven, Feely-meely, Incredible Edibles, Frisbee, Slinky, dolls, and anything that was not mechanical or electrical.
11. Ice skating, sledding parties, and slumbar parties.
12. Being innocent enough to not know about all the kooks and problems in the world while I had the protection of mom and dad always.
Well I could think of a ton of things, but those were the best times of my life. What are yours?
Bringing back memories. NM
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Ah, you just brought back memories...sm
I am mid-40s. My dad also taught me home and car repair--usually against my will, but grateful for it now. Whenever I bought a car, he made me change a tire and the oil in front of him. Loved shop class in school. Mmm, power tools! I still do a lot of maintaince and repairs, but I actually enjoy doing that stuff now! As for sewing, I was born into a family of handicrafters, and since I was a kid have enjoyed sewing non-clothing things and especially yarn projects, and can do most sewing repairs. Just not very good at sewing my own clothes from patterns because I poke myself with the pins too much. Such a klutz.
Wow does that bring back memories
Homemade chicken soup, sourdough bread, wine, and some German pastry thing for dessert (we lived in Germany).
So I can remember 27 years ago, but darn if I can't remember what we had last week. :-)
My favorite memories were living near
my grandparents. Saturday mornings grandpa and I would take a walk to the donut store and have donuts with sprinkles and coffee (hot chocolate). I remember going with grandma to visit her neighbors or helping her in the kitchen and helping grandpa water the garden or go through his train collection he had.
Unfortunately, I think my mom was born without the grandma gene :( She lives 350-400 miles away and we only see her a few times a year. Would love to let the kids go see her over the summer but she spends more time with "don't do that", "don't touch that", "don't go there", etc that it would be a very boring time for the kids.
That brings back great memories! :) (nm)
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That brings back memories! My sister's
boyfriend made that for dessert once years ago. They have since broken up, which I have regretted because I miss the DESSERT! LOL! Don't tell her I said that!
So funny! It brought back memories... (sm)
Many years ago when I worked in an entirely different environment, there was a version of this making the rounds that had several followup messages between the wife and tech support. I wish I could find it in my stash of old paperwork because it's hilarious!
Ahhh the memories, my mother used to bowl
on Thursday nights (30yrs ago) and she always made a crockpot of pinto beans since my dad didn't like to eat out. BTW, am having homemade chicken nuggets with a couple of very simple homemade dipping sauces.
memories, light the corners of my mind.
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So did mine! That brings back memories. nm
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That brings back unpleasant memories. Glad that's over with. nm
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the term *eliminated* brings horrible memories
*eliminate, exterminate* when it comes to talking about humans (even if the perp here in your article acted inhumane)...
horrible memories, i.e., The Final Solution from 1939-1945....
please find another word....thank you. 
They do multiply don't they?! Brought back memories when my oldest brother
bought 2 white mice at the pet shop and the guy told him they were both males...about 2-3 weeks later we had a full liter of white mice. Mom made him take the whole cage with mice back to the pet shop (I wonder why? LOL).
Oh what memories you just brought back - Cortland, Syracuse. I attended college sm
at Syracuse years ago...met a man from the south, got married, and have lived down here ever since. I grew up in Rome, NY, if you are familiar...Am planning a trip up there with the entire family who, ironically, has never been up there before. We are going to probably stay in Syracuse and then drive to VT where I have family also. I can't wait for my husband and kids to see the Adirondacks in person and show them the house I grew up in.
I think we are going to wait until spring because of all the snow up there..stay safe, stay warm and cuddly, and know that I envy you. I haven't seen snow in over 10 years!!
OH MY GOSH!
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oh my gosh!
I have a friend whose daughter got pregnant by her boyfriend. He wanted nothing to do with the baby or her. Guess who got stuck paying child support?? Yep, you got it. The parents of the boy. I have to say, I can kind of understand that.
I worry to death about that with my son and my daughter. They are both preteen and I try so hard to instill good moral values in them. I'm not naive enough to not realize that no matter how devout of a Christian you are, no matter how well you bring up your children, no matter how good the communication is between you and your children, that they won't make mistakes. MY OH MY! One little mistake like that can change your life forever.
I'm going to my doctor here in a few years and tell him I want an endless supply of Xanax or Valium. hahaha. Seriously, that is going to STRESS ME OUT.
Oh my gosh!
Were you married to my ex also? hahaha, just kidding. I totally agree. After 18 years of "staying together for the kids," we called it quits. Things had been really bad for a really long time. I've been divorced for three years now and not only are my children much happier and more well adjusted now, they also have much better parents now that we aren't together. Best of luck to you. By the way, it was 21 years ago today that I married the devil and I just remembered. Talk about irony........
Oh my gosh
I was a huge fan as well, but I was only like 10 or 11 when they were so big. My favorite was Jordan, oh my goodness I just loved him. My room was plastered with posters, I had buttons, had his doll, etc. By the time I turned 13 though I was over it. Puppy love ;-) It was fun while it lasted though. That is a great story.
Oh my gosh, I'm the same way!!
:-)
OH, my GOSH!
You sure CAN relate! No, my baby was not here. I will see her tonight! She would have shivered her timbers over that one! WOW! When she growls it is just a tiny ERRRR . . When she barks sometimes it sounds like she is coughing! She is ADORABLE! Help me, ME2, I am kinda scared to go downstairs now. What did you think about Rick. AKA Herman Munster!
We will have Tyne's party tonight. I sure wish you and Cupid could join us!!!!!!!!!
I always repeat to her three times . . Love ya, love ya, love ya!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TYNE, MY PRECIOUS LITTLE ANGEL.
Gosh!
It's a good thing I'm not transcribing this morning. Far less painful. I'm done now.
Oh my gosh - I want him.
What a handsome dog. Great haircut on him. He's dapper, yet rugged.
oh my gosh!!!!
what do you say to that one! not right!
gosh no, i think its better than ever!!
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Oh my gosh. You did
not just say that! My son has no sexual feelings for his mother. What world do you live in. I am not a sicko. I just happen to love my children. It's not like I'm lying there naked beside him or like my husband and I are doing anything in front of him. Please!
Oh my gosh!
I forgot about all that stuff. I guess I was fixated on when he said he wanted to marry her and have babies with her and that he'd wait until she was ready. That was the part I liked.
OH MY GOSH!
Mine does the exact same thing and he doesn't understand why I don't enjoy it. Thinks I'm rejecting him.
Oh my gosh....sm
That is terrible. Unspeakable what that dog did. I cannot believe it. You know I wonder what in the world made that dog snap like that. I wonder if he was being disciplined and got ticked or what. I mean what would set a dog off like that. I mean was it unstable before this happened or what. I would really like to hear more about this. For a dog to attack its own owner something is not right. Usually they are so protective of owners. I wonder if he was being bad and was being disciplined and just snapped. Whatever the case the dog needed to die. He obviously wasn't stable.
Oh my gosh!
She is SO cute!! I could just squeeze her and hug her!
Oh my Gosh!!...sm
I don't know what to say. I mean I knew people had it bad but my gosh you live in utter torment. The first thing that comes to mind is..Where are your parents? Are they willing to help in any way? Could you stay with them a while? Do you have anyone? I don't know how you have lived 14 years with this. I would think on how much I make and see if what I could afford to rent and live on public assistance if I had to because I would not live with that man. Things can't be much worse off than they are now. Try to get a MT job that has insurance and benefits. If not don't they have the CHIPS program where you live where if you make under a certain amount you can get free insurance for your kids? I don't know what to say but leave.
Oh my gosh!!...sm
I am at a loss for words. I have never! And the parents just give in and make her happy! I would pull my hair out! I mean she gets the light and TV on all night and that is not good enough. That is more than a lot of kids get. Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled!
I my gosh, how sad!...sm
That is such a young age to die for a dog. I can relate. I had a dog that was half Yorkie and half chihuahua that died at the age of 3, and we don't know for sure what was wrong with him. He got sick. We took him to the vet multiple times and never could get an answer and he just died. We think it had something to do with the fact at the age of 1-1/2 he accidentally got in some antifreeze. It was on the ground at my dad's shop and I didn't know it was there. I saw him drinking something and said what is he drinking and my husband said that is antifreeze. I grabbed him up and went straight to the vet, and they saved him miraculously. But I believe it damaged his organs and that is what eventually killed him. We even had blood sent to a university to be studied. No answers. I am so sorry about LouLou. I know it is devastating to lose your pet when they are like a member of your family.
Oh my gosh!...sm
He just looks like he is smiling all the time. He looks like he would be laid back too. He doesn't look like a hyper dog. I bet he's a sweetie.
Do the English Bulldogs show protectiveness like Pitbulls do? Or are they pretty much mild mannered? I think English Bulldogs are adoreable but I have never known anyone who owned one. My Pit isn't mean but he is protective if he doesn't know someone, mostly men. He doesn't like strange men to come around. But women he is fine with.
Oh my gosh
I'm getting a stomach ache just looking at that stuff.
Along those same lines, there is a show on BBC America called "You Are What You Eat." The nutritionist gets all the food that these people eat in one week and lays it out on a big table. It's horrible looking. The really interesting thing that always catches my eye is that it's always the same color - it's all sort of a beige color, with little minor variations.
Oh My Gosh!!
 Mercy!
Oh gosh...I so
And the medieval movies! Can't stand them either...
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