tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262545220865578302.post7716101429449193202..comments2023-10-05T08:10:14.360-04:00Comments on The Cereal Bowl: A Product of Upbringing?LadyWriterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10224164630892638855noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262545220865578302.post-24464100871868005222008-11-10T23:54:00.000-05:002008-11-10T23:54:00.000-05:00Good for people to know.Good for people to know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262545220865578302.post-18405624194212325072007-02-26T18:24:00.000-05:002007-02-26T18:24:00.000-05:00Yes, that was me, you punk! But it's not an unple...Yes, that was me, you punk! But it's not an unpleasant memory.<BR/><BR/>I reckon I'm just a little more sensitive to this sort of thing because the folks continue to lord over me more than the boys. <BR/><BR/>You're absolutely right though, and that's part of why I want/need to move.LadyWriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10224164630892638855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262545220865578302.post-32917999839670843232007-02-26T18:05:00.000-05:002007-02-26T18:05:00.000-05:00Lord, I never realized it was that bad for you. A...Lord, I never realized it was that bad for you. And I'm the kid that tried to pull you in the deep end just to prove to you that you could live through it... wait, was that you? ;) I would hate to see what they'd do if you ever had a pregnacy "scare"... if I weren't your friend, it'd probably be fun to watch on TV. I would agree that they have planted the seeds and seem to want to water them at every chance.<BR/><BR/>I think everyone's parents (who care) do this to some extent. It was those kids in high schoool that snuck out and lied to their parents who broke this cycle first, probably too young for most of their immature asses. It is time for you to start breaking out of it though. You will have to start making them understand, every thing you do will be moderated by their voice playing over in your head. They have to let go, and in a big way, so do you.<BR/><BR/>Ok, that's my two cents, I think I owe you change.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262545220865578302.post-39890636718621579082007-02-26T10:59:00.000-05:002007-02-26T10:59:00.000-05:00Daddy's just worried about me getting stranded or ...Daddy's just worried about me getting stranded or something. That's what he means by it "going to hell." And now I'm going to worry more about it. Dang it.LadyWriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10224164630892638855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262545220865578302.post-8927146178036941372007-02-26T10:25:00.000-05:002007-02-26T10:25:00.000-05:00I get to see Jennifer! YEA! I can't wait. But onto...I get to see Jennifer! YEA! I can't wait. But onto more important things. I kinda know what you mean. Except with me, it was kinds of the other way around. My parents really never sheltered me. I can't believe that your parents never let you learn to ride a bike, skate, or anything like that. I realize that you're their youngest and only daughter. After boys, parents tend to view girls as being these delicate little flowers that will break if the wind blows too strong. Sexist, I know. But, sometimes that's the way the Feta Cheese crumbles. I hate for this trip to be a point of consternation with you and your parents :( Why would your dad say that going 30 miles outside Calhoun is going to hell? Jesus. I can only guess that when you become a mommie you're not going to over shelter your kids? I feel so bad about you and your dad getting into an argument over a car. Fresh Prince said it best: "Parent's just don't understand".Roguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15870669901404402743noreply@blogger.com