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Hi Melody
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I know this sounds crazy but I got a coke in an actual "glass" bottle the other day. Man, I'd forgotten how good it tasted when it wasn't in plastic.  
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Hi Melody Isaac!!!! 
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I remember we had a TV with rabbit ears that my dad had to put foil on to get the thing to tune in. TV had 3 channels that we had to get out of chair to change, and the channel knob was broken off so ya had to use pliers to change channel.
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Anyone else have to go outside with a monkey wrench and turn the antenna so you could get a better signal?
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I remember we had a TV with rabbit ears that my dad had to put foil on to get the thing to tune in. TV had 3 channels that we had to get out of chair to change, and the channel knob was broken off so ya had to use pliers to change channel.  
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I'm old enough to remember when lawn darts were legal.
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Edited by
Jess642
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Sat 06/26/10 12:54 PM
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At 46 I find myself disgustingly (even appallingly, to others...
  ) more free with my thoughts, actions, decisions and focus....not having to bend or conform to a societal mindset of age related behaviours is so liberating! I am younger than my youngest child, and older than dirt at times...and I don't give a rat's razoo what the world thinks.. I have collected 46 years of invaluable EXPERIENTIAL wisdom....that will hold me in good stead for the next 46 years...( whether I choose to share that wisdom with others is also liberating. 
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I remember we had a TV with rabbit ears that my dad had to put foil on to get the thing to tune in. TV had 3 channels that we had to get out of chair to change, and the channel knob was broken off so ya had to use pliers to change channel. Oh yeah, you were the 'milkman' child we never spoke about! 
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I remember we had a TV with rabbit ears that my dad had to put foil on to get the thing to tune in. TV had 3 channels that we had to get out of chair to change, and the channel knob was broken off so ya had to use pliers to change channel. Oh yeah, you were the 'milkman' child we never spoke about!  I was just the cow!!
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"distinguishly (I know you said disgustingly) appalling"....bwahahaha...I think we are here to disgust those of children's age, delight those of grandchildren's age, and just freegin ammuse ourselves
  Whataya Say?...On Board? |
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I'm glad I grew up when I did though, I'd hate to have to learn all this extra history in school.
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Anyone else have to go outside with a monkey wrench and turn the antenna so you could get a better signal? Heck, my dad made one of us kids stand outside in inclimate weather holding the thing in just the right direction so the Sox game would come in with less snow on the screen. 
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What are these grand kids a lot of you speak of?
51 years old and there are no babies around to snuggle. Sigh. There are days I feel that I was born at the wrong time. I am either too old or too young. My morals are of a long ago generation, yet my contempories can't believe that I do not get bent out of shape when the kid goes by with his waist band around his knees. I just tell them, ehhh, I am fine if they leave me alone and I will leave them alone. I sure don't need some pert telling me I should be wearing velvet jogging suits. So I won't tell them to hike up their pants. |
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 we're the last of a generation to "REALLY" remember rotary phones ya know Not only did we have a rotary phone when I was a kid, we had a party line! What a PITA that was... pick up the phone to call your friends, and have to wait for the neighbor to get done with their call. Shshhs well hell we had Black & White Tv's did not even have a color tv in our house  But I have found with age I tend to stop and smell those roses more often........don't know how many times I heard that from my granny... never understood what she really meant back then. But now that I have realized what she meant it means a lot more to me to know now then it would have then.........
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we're the last of a generation to "REALLY" remember rotary phones ya know |
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At 46 I find myself disgustingly (even appallingly, to others... ) more free with my thoughts, actions, decisions and focus....not having to bend or conform to a societal mindset of age related behaviours is so liberating! I am younger than my youngest child, and older than dirt at times...and I don't give a rat's razoo what the world thinks.. I have collected 46 years of invaluable EXPERIENTIAL wisdom....that will hold me in good stead for the next 46 years...( whether I choose to share that wisdom with others is also liberating. You described me to a tee also. Im me, and thats final.
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Our phone line was a party line and the 'number' started with 2 letters.
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What are these grand kids a lot of you speak of? 51 years old and there are no babies around to snuggle. Sigh. There are days I feel that I was born at the wrong time. I am either too old or too young. My morals are of a long ago generation, yet my contempories can't believe that I do not get bent out of shape when the kid goes by with his waist band around his knees. I just tell them, ehhh, I am fine if they leave me alone and I will leave them alone. I sure don't need some pert telling me I should be wearing velvet jogging suits. So I won't tell them to hike up their pants. Yeah, whats with that sagging trousers and shorts thing ? It looks silly to me. It's one of the most bizarr comon things I have noticed the last few years. That and this sudden love of hanging lots of metal from one's body. I finally got used to Corvette's not having chrome bumpers, but some things I just can't accept as normal. I guess thats the old fashioned side of me. I wonder how many people got the business for wearing bell bottoms and beatle boots in the 60's. Anyone ever wear that Patcholi Oil ? hahaha ! I did for a while...
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. The years before seatbelts, plastic helmets, Mini Vans, computers, portable phones, digital tvs.. Those were the good old days.
When, instead of texting you,(or interupting you on X-box), Mom would call out the front door for you to get home. The days when you'd go outside after breakfast, and come home at lunchtime, and then be lost again till dinner. You'd drink out of the hose on the side of the house, and round up stray pop bottles for the ten cents you'd get back. When the only trading cards had Mickey Mantle, or Pete Rose's faces on them. When the weatherman only knew what you knew. When Dad would threaten to turn the car around if ya didn't behave, and you wished there was some way to watch a movie in the backseat. |
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