tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943928909078394528.post7899435370936756260..comments2023-04-10T01:55:59.565-06:00Comments on Everyone is Entitled to My Opinion: Fried Cocks and Dandelions.Eyvi Spritehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05994625088662304515noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943928909078394528.post-30652758393367172202009-08-06T19:01:34.595-06:002009-08-06T19:01:34.595-06:00By Today's Standards, everything our parents d...By Today's Standards, everything our parents did would probably get their asses thrown in jail or would elicit the stink-eye from anyone within earshot and yet, I think we turned out pretty well. <br /><br />I agree with everything AvB said! I wish I would have had an aunt like both of yours.Laineyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18233452153258897072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943928909078394528.post-89417839138649264812009-08-04T09:13:42.498-06:002009-08-04T09:13:42.498-06:00Told ya.Told ya.Danica-Dragonflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13211849231665337448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943928909078394528.post-34599555251105441912009-08-03T15:45:53.956-06:002009-08-03T15:45:53.956-06:00Awww, thanks guys. I enjoyed reminiscing so I thin...Awww, thanks guys. I enjoyed reminiscing so I think it's ineveitable there will be more where this came from. And besides, you two have encouraged me.Eyvi Spritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05994625088662304515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943928909078394528.post-52786976945735519652009-08-02T09:30:00.537-06:002009-08-02T09:30:00.537-06:00Aw, this is a lovely story. I grew up a little bef...Aw, this is a lovely story. I grew up a little before you (or maybe a decade), and we were raised with the same table manners (not the no-drinking rule, but the elbows for sure. We didn't say grace in any form, either (except at Grandma & Grandpa's), since my parents were only religious enough to take us to church on Sundays, and that was only until we moved to a new town when I was 12.) (Talk about abuse of parentheses...) I had a favorite aunt as well, but she was young when I was born (around 20), so she was more like my really cool aunt with pretty hair and short skirts and awesome shoes and she always smelled like hair conditioner and cigarettes, and my mom was the disciplinarian. We were terrified of her, but not in a bad way; just in the sort of way that kept us out of trouble. <br /><br />By Today's Standards, indeed, is what I'm saying. It's really quite interesting to think about, isn't it? My parents smoked all through my youth, and I don't seem to have suffered any ill effects; they drank, and they cursed (good lord, my mother had a mouth that would make a truck driver blush), and they smacked us on the ass if we needed it. They also loved us, payed attention to what we were doing and who we were with and how we behaved. They played games with us and helped us with our homework. And they both worked. <br /><br />Hey! You made me all nostalgic and stuff. I definitely look forward to reading more of your recollections.Anna von Beaverplatzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00767645998031679957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5943928909078394528.post-85468529800462563912009-08-02T00:43:58.510-06:002009-08-02T00:43:58.510-06:00You have given me a... dust... in my eye.
Dammit.
...You have given me a... dust... in my eye.<br />Dammit.<br />Beautiful.Spenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15058731351393554627noreply@blogger.com