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Posted on 10/05/2004 3:33:41 PM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Decaf coffee? I just got back from getting my hair cut and permed. I like it!
Oh dear, I am in no mood to be nearly that practical. Sonya and Tim can buy their own diapers and barf rags!
Shopping for that stuff is just horrifying. We looked at the most awful toys, just didn't see anything I could imagine buying for my own child... Except this:
It's really strong! I could ride the thing if I wanted! OK - so she'll grow into it. The baby stuff was excruciating.
That's kind of scary. She'll love it, and then when she's five her parents will be so besieged with "buy me a pony!" requests they'll send her to live with you.
Ow! Ow! Just kidding! I know...I deserve the stick for that! ;-)
I like it. It'll be awhile before he or she can use it, but it's pretty neat. Tho...Gidget looks a little unnerved.
Gidget kindof cowered under it! but I needed her for a size reference!
After looking at all the stuff in the store today, I think I am even more convinced.... It was really scary.
Children don't need toys. Give 'em a couple empty cardboard boxes, a roll of duct tape, and some sticks. They'll be happy for life.
The horror... the horror.
I can remember when I was REALLY little, Mom used to give us two big mixing bowls, fill one of 'em with various kitchen stuff (measuring cups and spoons, the big wooden bread spoon, etc.) and we'd move stuff from one bowl to another and back again. The different shapes were fascinating.
We also made a lot of toys out of painted rocks and sticks and such.
It wasn't just the toys that bugged me... it was the plastic baby habitat stuff... Different various plastic containment devices to put the baby in or on. I look around my house, I just don't have room for any of that anywhere. I think my crib looked like furniture, not a giant plastic vehicle.
You got paint for your rocks? Man... we just had to make do with hunks of asphalt pried out of the nearest pothole. Nothing more fun than hitting a sibling with a great big rock, though.
:-)
(I wonder, if we mixed silly made-up stories in with the real ones, would they be able to tell the difference?)
Hair, You don't have room for an 8 year old girl at your house do you?
Mrsnad
Sure.... 8 year olds, I can handle! It's babies I don't have a clue how to entertain.
Those are for wimp-parents. Real parents can get by with a sack of onesies, another of barf-rags, and an empty dresser drawer for the kid...
Hehe, no kidding, my mother used a big basket for the babies in their first couple months. It had a pad and all, and was a Longaberger - nobody puts their kid in a plastic basket, of course - but it was a basket...
I dunno who buys that crap, honestly! No one I know uses it. We had a playpen for some...but for the most part, we just moved everything breakable a couple feet off the ground and let 'er rip. Or 'im, as the case may be.
And the plastic "habitat stuff" (heh...I like that!) is EXPENSIVE, too! I really don't get it.
You had asphalt? Man...you were lucky!
Heh...I think I made dolls out of about every available substance. Usually with clothes made out of old socks. I had a coupla ones made out of firewood - round pieces of wood that I drew a face on and dressed. They worked pretty well so long as you didn't drop one on your toe...
And the strollers... they looked like a cross between a Hummer and the Mars rover.
LOL!
Strollers... bah... use a snuggly until the kid's old enough to walk, then buy one of those kid-leashes.
Heh, I'll leave "Outrageous Childrearing Tips" to the other experts (Rosie and the 'nads, and Corin if he comes back) for now. Got to go...
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell
to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'
here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup
o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to
live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one
room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the
floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a
corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a
palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish
tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting
fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty
of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in
a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the
morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down
mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home,
out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in
the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
Evening; needed to catch up, night meeting yesterday.
Ecurbh - good try on the Jepardy, always wondered how they got the contestants.
Corin; SuziQ's right OT was in your zone. We deep mulch after the hard freeze to keep it froze; good use of the leaves and stuff we find in the yard.
Kinda sounds like you're on the mend but the construction has to be aggrevating it as well as you.
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