Why Is It Raining in the House? Weekend Recap
Guten Morgan this fine Monday. I hope your weekend was a bitchin one and you're ready for a short week. (Or maybe you pup owners are breaking out the Thunder shirts in anticipation of the people who are going to be setting off fireworks for the next seven days. I know we always have people setting them off at random usually starting tonight. I do actually miss sparklers from when I was a kid and conducting a symphony to make shapes in the air burned into your vision.) Friday was exhausting y'all. I had to get some worm spray for a looper worm infestation on my brassicas (who the hell am I??) and whilst poking around the nursery with lightning and looming thunder Thursday night, I spotted a flat of begonias marked down to $10. Given my zinnias couldn't stay in the long planters because they need sun, I had to relent and buy the begonias. Anything to block the sea hag from peeking over. So Friday morning I got to work picking of...
A slightly edgier version of Leave it to Beaver is about the only one that comes to mind. Mainly because we were a family of 5 and the Dad went to work every day while Mom ran the household. That held up for the most part until I got to high school and my older brothers were in college and left the home - that is when Mom decided to get a job working at a dress shop where she'd spend most if not all of her pay check on clothing from the store she worked at. I bet her boss loved having her there.
ReplyDeleteI would say Good Times. We grew up in a poor hardworking family. My parents were too proud to accept any aid except the free cheese. My dad was ahead of the times being bipolar before there were good meds for it. Also when mental illness was still in the closet with alot of shame. We had lots of laughs in spite of it all. I always thought we were the most effed up family ever. Now I feel like I won the family lottery, love them to pieces. "Tighter than pantyhose 2 sizes small"!
ReplyDeleteI'm an "only" too, and didn't watch much tv growing up. As a young adult I always wanted a group of people around me like on Friends, probably because I didn't have siblings and never had that kind of friend group where everyone was so close. I can't think of a tv shw that I actually see/saw myself in though.
ReplyDeleteI could never relate to the shows on tv because my living situation was so messed up. I lived two weeks with my mother, then two weeks with my father, so I literally lived out of a suitcase. I didn't know the kids where my mom lived because I didn't go to school there and she would drive me to my father's house every morning to go to school. My father didn't allow me to watch tv shows when he wasn't home, in particular the Brady Bunch (he said that that wasn't realistic...I guess because Mike and Carol weren't beating their kids?). He would come home at random times in the afternoon and would walk n and go right up to the tv to feel the back of it to see if it was warm. If it was, there was hell to pay. So any tv watching was done at my mom's and she didn't have cable. I used to get lost in cartoons though, always wishing my life could have been in one of those (like Strawberry Shortcake).
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