Life in the ‘70’s and ‘80’s
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used to have one of those, you put a cap in it and throw it and when it hits the ground the cap goes off
Stressless
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This is another thing I'm committed to, not this but growing my hair out. My grandfather and an uncle had long hair. I thought it was the coolest thing when I was young. Told myself once in my life I'd try long hair. So prepping for my midlife crisis and to check a bucket list item I've had mine growing for a year and 4 months with getting it trimmed twice after six months or so. I figured now or never with ageing. I hate it so far, every part of it except keeping me a little warmer in the winter maybe. I wear a hat everyday because I don't know what the hell to do with it. I can't wear a hat in church, so Sunday and sleeping is the only time I don't wear a beanie stocking cap or a baseball hat. It's down to my mouth currently. I'll donate it when it gets near my shoulders or when the ridicule gets to great. I never understood why women spend so much time on hair. Mines like a multifora rose patch most of the time. Once I commit to something I try to see it through until the goal is reached. Only one positive to a laundry list of negatives for this one so far. The never know I might like it eventually factor although extremely slim keeps me going.
This explains it pretty well….
That makes plenty of sense to me. I have said many times that we grew up in the best of times in the 70's and 80's.
Mickey Merrie
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Mickey Merrie
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Mickey Merrie
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Stressless
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And don’t you dare laugh!
Reminds me of a time 3 of us got whooped with a plastic boat oar, didnt hurt at all. As we sat on the porch talking about it, we didnt realize the den window was open and mom was listening to us. The belt that followed did indeed hurt.
Yeah, my mom’s weapon of choice was a wooden spoon. Dad’s was the belt. My mom broke the spoon on me one time and I laughed. Dad heard, out came the belt
Yeah, my mom’s weapon of choice was a wooden spoon. Dad’s was the belt. My mom broke the spoon on me one time and I laughed. Dad heard, out came the belt
Wooden spoon with holes was the worse and grandma's hung with pride on the wall. I can close my eyes and go right back to that wall at anytime.
That being said, we were not bad kids, just feral farm kids. I cant imagine taking a belt to my children...makes my stomach turn.