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Where in the World is Bob Saget?

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Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Yeah, my mom wanted a party, I didn't, my dad sided with me. My parents offered to pay for half of the yearbook. It still would have been $45. I also didn't want to spend the money on a class ring, especially since I can't stand rings. Most people got a class ring and a yearbook. We also had a family get together, along with a small joint celebration for me and Bestie. And then the trip to Disneyland, which was my request. I was much happier with that and the solo trip with Bestie to WDW than I would have been with a party. I HATE parties. Too many people.

Senior week, at least here, is the week after classes are done but before Prom and graduation. A lot of the kids take groups and go to Ocean City, Virginia Beach, Hershey, camping, or otherwise. Except for Bestie, all of my friends are older than me, hence destroying the point. Plus...money.

Yeah, my senior year in high school was anticlimactic, most of my good friends were a year older than me and were away at school that year.
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
I forgot the good news of the day...Bestie's family has some extra days on their timeshare, so they might be coming down to WDW for a few days while we're there in August. Getting to go to WDW with my bff twice in one year...SCORE! We can go have fun, act crazy, get hit on...

And I'm off to bed. Night.

Stay away from those CMs in the Morocco Pavilion woman. :rolleyes:
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
My sister has a doctorate in psychology. She is a school psychologist. She was observing a kid on the playground yesterday and a kindergartener came over and started a conversation and asked my sister's name. So she replied Dr. [name]. So the kid said, "you're a doctor?". So my sister said not a doctor that gives shots or helps you when you are sick, but a doctor that helps heal hurt feelings. So the kid replied, "they you're not REALLY a doctor". So my sister just said "I guess not".

My sister has her doctorate in law she taught at Case as a professor for a while. I have friends that have their doctorate in Education both are Superintendents of School Districts.
 

MinnieM123

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I, definitely, hear that last paragraph.
Both my folks were raised on farms in south-central Texas. Everything they ate they raised and processed themselves. Raised their own livestock, churned their own butter, raised their own chickens for eggs and soup, etc. Nothing had additives or preservatives in it and everything they ate was slathered in butter and full of grease. But, they worked it all off during the day. It was nothin' but pure energy for the burnin', and none of them were EVER even close to overweight back in those days.
Similar when I was a kid. We ate mostly home cooked meals that were packed with energy and burned it all off during the day at recess, in PE, ridin' our bikes all over the place, playin' sports, etc., and we slept like logs at night. :)

Your parents had a similar way of life to my grandparents, when they were growing up in Ireland (before they emigrated to the U.S. when they were in their early 20s). In Ireland, they lived on farms, worked with the livestock, and worked in the fields, daily. Their food was all natural, and all meals were home-cooked. They also used a lot of butter and fat in her cooking methods back then, not to mention potatoes every day!

What I find interesting is that the pictures of all the relatives, cousins, etc., back then showed every single person to be of average size. No one had any extra weight on them. My grandmother used to tell me that all the kids thought nothing of walking miles each day—whether for school, playing with their friends, or church on Sunday. It was just a more well-rounded, healthier lifestyle back then. (Nowadays, we sit on our butts in front of computers! :eek: ) I also don't think they ate as much ice cream as I do . . .
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Even THEY don't wear then anymore - they wear those paper thin aerodynamic suits. I was surprised @Gabe1 said they wore them at lifeguard trials - I was hoping they were becoming extinct.

My kids spent their entire childhoods through high school as competitive swimmers, brains pickled in Chlorine.
By the time my DS was competing in high school the trend was going back to Speedo Briefs vs the Speedo Jammers for swim meets. They did practice in a wide array of suits.
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Jammers. They have found the Jammers yeild slower speeds and more drag than the briefs.

The paper thin aerodynamic suits are so freak'n expensive and are basically a one time use suit, they tear half the time going on let alone taking them off, way to expensive for most swimmers and out of reach for high school budgets. Even my sons HS went back to briefs for meets. They'd wear basketball shorts over them, pull them off as they were getting on the block and pulled the shorts right back on as they got out of the water or wrapped a beach towel. Still all better than how the guys swam in my Husbands high school.

The young men that surfaced in the Speedo Briefs were high school swimmers in their HS Speedo's. During training you have to do deep water and shallow water spinal rescues (back board, head restraints, strap them down, kinda awkward with dudes in Speedo's. The next two days they did wear board shorts *phew* Likely they didn't know they could wear such for training. Oddly Speedo's for girls/women have not changed much since I was was swimming way back when.
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
Your parents had a similar way of life to my grandparents, when they were growing up in Ireland (before they emigrated to the U.S. when they were in their early 20s). In Ireland, they lived on farms, worked with the livestock, and worked in the fields, daily. Their food was all natural, and all meals were home-cooked. They also used a lot of butter and fat in her cooking methods back then, not to mention potatoes every day!

What I find interesting is that the pictures of all the relatives, cousins, etc., back then showed every single person to be of average size. No one had any extra weight on them. My grandmother used to tell me that all the kids thought nothing of walking miles each day—whether for school, playing with their friends, or church on Sunday. It was just a more well-rounded, healthier lifestyle back then. (Nowadays, we sit on our butts in front of computers! :eek: ) I also don't think they ate as much ice cream as I do . . .

Hmpf. Maybe we are related. :happy:
 

Soarin' Over Pgh

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I'm way behind and trying to catch up. Sorry.

The Arts Festival was amazing but I put off buying prints until today. There's a select handful that I love and I'm ok with eating ramen for a while to support art. I'm going back this evening.

So far today I've got my entire to -do list accomplished and now I'm celebrating by parking it on the couch and watching Henry Rollins teach me history because he's sexy. Even with solid white hair.

I went to the bank, the grocery store, Target, cut the dogs fur, shaved the cat so she doesn't over heat in the house, washed the dog outside, weeded the garden, watered the plants, mowed the lawn and got a shower.


List, accomplished. I'm beat. And sunburnt.
 

Gabe1

Ivory Tower Squabble EST 2011. WINDMILL SURVIVOR
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A retriever isn't one of the more intimidating mascots. "You'd better let us win, or we'll slobber all over the ball."

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My Yellow Lab, Walter is huge and a love bucket. Yet let him be uncomfortable by someone around him and you'd think he was a Police Dog on a chase.

The first time I saw this he was about 2 and I was on our River Walk and coming across the Bridge was a dude I never saw, oddly dressed and as big as a football center. Walt went ballistic I really had to hold on and brace myself. Dude fled, likely while wetting himself.

I told Walt he was a good boy, he was so proud of himself. Still wonder what he sensed. My son has lived at home on and off over the 8 years we've owned Walt. I can be out walking him and if ManChild is in the house Walt's nose goes to the ground like a BloodHound and follows the footstep smell to the backdoor. He missed his calling, he should have been a a search and rescue dog.
 
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