metal wagons
metal trikes
things that rust no there will always be rust
cigarette ads
I’d rather fight than switch
liquor ads
men in hats
my father in a hat
Gladstone bags
flight crews (I know there are still flight crews; it’s not the same)
food and drinks included
metal utensils
department stores
5-story department stores
foundation garments
girdles (Mom, what’s a girdle?)
a magical time when women did not hate their bodies
bra fittings
training bras (really? training for what?)
how to put on a bra properly (I STILL know exactly how this is done, the bra-fitting ladies taught me. First, you bend over to about a 90 degree angle at the waist, let your boobs fall THEN put them into the cups! JEEZ! The rest is all about fluffing them in once you’ve stood up)
I do not know what this means
what my legs must have looked like when my first-ever boyfriend told me I had pretty legs
heavy black telephones
dials
good sidewalks
45s
those record players that all other girls but me seemed to have, just that square box
Easy Bake Oven I also did not have an Easy Bake Oven
12″ vinyl
10″
electric blankets that burned your skin (this was only at sleepovers at other people’s houses)
pads with belts
pads without wings
non-tattooed bodies
Chinese food served in those tallish metal dishes with a lid. That food was gross! No wonder I thought I didn’t like Chinese food.
pig’s feet, wrapped in plastic, right in the meat case at the A & P
cow’s tongue, too
yes, the A & P
ice cream with freezer burn
Detroit
the Detroit Tigers of my youth
Detroit
meine Oma
my father
I miss him sometimes, I don’t know how, it’s been so long
this post harkens back to this post. What a sap! Make it stop!
Yes, I did put “boobs” as a tag to this post because, let’s face it, lots of people do google searches for boobs and ass (ass tattoo, too, don’t leave out the ass tattoo!!!)
I think I prefer the word tits, but there’s really no word that’s good enough
You know when people look at children playing and they say “I wish I had that kind of energy”? When people (okay, it’s always women) say that, I think “Are you kidding? I’m the one chasing that kid around, waiting for the next step, preparing the food, the nap time, the everything, the one without as much sleep.” I DO have that kind of energy and then some. What are these women thinking?
I kind of have too much energy, hence these numerous blogposts
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