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Merrick,
Thanks. Glad you like it. Um, Netpoets? No, I don't think so. Bad memory, doncha know!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 30, 2005 at 1:48 PM
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all so true
First let me start by saying great read. I enjoyed it fully and it speaks such truth. Second I must ask if you've ever been a member of Netpoets.com because there use to be a person on there with the same kind of style in poetry with the same name (spitfire) just wondering.
posted by
Merrick
on June 30, 2005 at 10:05 AM
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Timmy, of course you are!!!
Why do you seem so shocked? Oh, and I LOVE happy feet! Reminds me of Steve Martin!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 30, 2005 at 12:00 AM
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Krisles,
I couldn't agree more!! Man, if I ever get stones (God, I hope I don't) but if I do, they're DEFINITELY going into my Box of Ooglies!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 11:57 PM
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Spitfire
Really? I'm in your favs? That's the coolest thing!!! That makes me all warm and fuzzy and gives me happy feet too!!! HOT DAMN!!
posted by
TIMMYTALES
on June 29, 2005 at 9:51 PM
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Spitfire
Well, he was just inexperienced with women who know what is truly interesting and valuable...who wouldn't want to hold onto something like that...I have mine!! And, I was very upset when I found out my husband didn't get what ever constituted the gallstones they took out of me in '95! I mean, it was part of me!!! I at least wanted to see them and decide for myself!!
posted by
Krisles
on June 29, 2005 at 9:50 PM
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Krisles,
I had 2 wisdom teeth pulled in a few years ago (I'm sure you noticed the bone fragments inside my Box of Ooglies) and I asked the doctor if he'd save the teeth for me. He looked at me weird and I asked why. He said he's never been asked such a thing from a 30 year old woman.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 9:36 PM
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Not yet, Timmy! As I told Factor a little while ago,
I'm taking tonight and tomorrow to catch up on my reading cause I've been so damn preoccupied for the past few days. You're already in my "favs" so I'm on my way asap!! Thanks!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 9:34 PM
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Spitfire
I'm talkin' about waaaay back in the 30s...they didn't have all the stuff we have now. Jeez, woman! Have you no appreciation for what people used to have to go through! The doctor just reached back and...snip, snip! When we would go visit my grandfolks, that was one of the first things I wanted to do...go look in the closet at that jar with my dad's tonsils in them...I should've been a doctor!
posted by
Krisles
on June 29, 2005 at 9:19 PM
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Spitfire
Soooooo.............ummmmm...........there really is a Santa......right?
*SHAMELSS PLUG* did you read my FUN WITH BLOGGERS NAMES post? You are in the first one.
posted by
TIMMYTALES
on June 29, 2005 at 9:07 PM
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Krisles,
Now you're scaring me! You really still have that stuff? Why the hell were his tonsils pulled out in such a manner??? JFC!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 9:04 PM
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mary,
I'm sure they knew, but they just ran with the masses and told us the same thing they were probably told knowing we'd never understand the real deal til we were older. I have
always had a horrible memory but I can remember certain times from way back. Weird. I remember thinking about odd things back then just as I think of them now.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 9:02 PM
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Spitfire
I did enjoy yours, though...especially, the butterfly.
posted by
Krisles
on June 29, 2005 at 7:25 PM
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Spitfire
I think I found my twin! I used to have...and I say used to because my crazy hippie cousin Suzanne took possession of a lot of things she shouldn't have! - my dad's tonsils in a jar of formaldehyde from when they jerked them out while he was wide awake when he was a kid - they were just in this jar floating and all fuzzy and stuff - along with the dead g-g-mother's and aunt's hair - plus several bug's and some scorpion exoskeleton's that I colleted through the years...well, we could have built quite an ooglie collection!! And,of course, I have all the teeth.
posted by
Krisles
on June 29, 2005 at 7:23 PM
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Spitfire,
I gotta hand it to you, you were a spunky kid, calling your dad on his lame excuses. At least, you can remember when you were that age. I don't remember much before the age of 12 or so. I agree that telling your kid about God and the angels bowling and crying probably didn't make as much sense as telling you about atmospheric pressure, temperature changes, etc, but maybe they didn't know.
posted by
Blanche.
on June 29, 2005 at 7:13 PM
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Okay, Krisles, here it is....
My Box of Ooglies Enjoy!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:12 PM
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Krisles,
Holy living crap. I never knew that nor have I ever heard about that!! Um, my Box of Ooglies? Hold on a sec, I'll give you the link....
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:10 PM
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Oh yeah, blackcat,
My parents said they just laughed when I was stomping on the ground. They said I also banged my fists at the grass in front of the grave (knocking on her door) and said, "Heeeelllllloooooo?????"
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:08 PM
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blackcat,
I know it's hard. I think all kids are different and parents should approach certain questions in certain ways depending on the kids' personality. I'm not sure if I even understood the concept of what being dead meant at that young age.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:06 PM
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SpitFire70
Oh, yeah...they used to cut off the dead folks' hair and save it..if they were poor they saved in boxes. Saving hair was always a big deal...I've got a beautiful hair jar from a dresser set that women used to put their hair in at night when they brushed. And they used to make floral arrangements and pictures from braided hair twisted into flowers. But, yes, I was fascinated to see my gr-gmother's white hair and my Aunt Junie's auburn hair - 4' of it, all coiled up in a box where my gr-mother had gone to the funeral home and brushed it and then they cut it when she died at 13. Now, what in the hell are ooglies?
posted by
Krisles
on June 29, 2005 at 7:05 PM
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Rach,
One thing I was definitely known for as a kid was bluntness. I didn't care. If I had a question or comment, it came out of my mouth. I've matured since then. HOLY SHIT! Watch out for the lighting bolt!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:04 PM
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I-R-Will,
Eeeeww! I've never heard that one before! Blach. I don't blame ya for staying inside after that!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:02 PM
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Hi Brimstone!!
That's okay. I don't mind long comments. We all seem to do that once in a while cause we realize we have more to say about it than we thought! I get what you're saying about being told the truth about stuff when you're a kid. When I was about 7 and my brother was 9 1/2, he asked my mom what a blow job was..at the dinner table. She asked me if I also wanted to know. I said SURE! Of course I did. So she told us. I almost barfed but my brother just said, "oh."
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 7:01 PM
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Strat,
I knew you looked familiar! I think I was at that same party!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 6:50 PM
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Krisles,
K, that got a LOL outa me!! But I question one thing. Hair in boxes? That sounds even stranger than my Box of Ooglies.
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 6:49 PM
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Factor,
So?? Where was he?
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 6:47 PM
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lovelyladymonk,
Good thing ya didn't live in Florida (or did you?) Cause we're the #1 ranked states for the most lightning strikes!
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 6:47 PM
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HolyG,
What
about Santa Clause?
posted by
SpitFire70
on June 29, 2005 at 6:45 PM
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I'm sure your parents loved you stomping on the grave. LOL... I don't know what's right, but we tell my little nieces the same story (about God needing them in heaven and now they're angels). To just say they're dead is hard to explain to a 4 or 5 yr old.
posted by
-blackcat
on June 29, 2005 at 2:07 PM
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LOL
Luckily, my parents never lied about that sort of stuff to me. But, they just never really answered some of those tough questions.
I love that you finally just asked your dad who his girlfriend was! Awesome!
posted by
RachelAnna
on June 29, 2005 at 1:01 PM
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The worst thing in the world is to tell a child "Go and kiss Granny.......
Bye-Bye" after Granny has gone dead-dead. My Dad would say to me during these awsome thunderstorms "Son, God let his horses out and they are working up a sweat. That's why it's raining." I was definitely an indoor person a few years after that. LOL
posted by
I-R-William
on June 29, 2005 at 8:37 AM
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Spitfire
Now, I gotta tell you, it can be just as bad when parents are blunt - (sort of).
When my Grammaw died, I asked the same question- "Where is she?"
"She's dead, Bud," my Mom would say.
When my first dog died by getting crushed in a woodpile, I was told - "Little Toy died. A chunk of wood fell on 'er." That was Dad, God love him!
You see, the subject of Death, in my house, was talked about openly and bluntly. No fuss, no muss and no bullshit. I always understood - since I was very small - that dead was, indeed, DEAD. There was never a mystery to it for me. I guess, in a way, that was good.
With any subject, though, there is a good and a bad, however. I honestly believe that, since I knew and understood the concept of Death at such a young age, the mysteries, myths and beliefs that surround Death became an interesting, if not obsessive, study for me - and has remained a mental fixation for the past fifteen, or so, years.
Good? Bad? Hot or cold? It all goes hand in hand with every challenge that a parent faces.
Spitfire...Damn! It looks as though I've written a blog in your comments space, I'm sorry!
You have really turned the gears in my thinking with this post! Good job!
posted by
bwFrampton
on June 29, 2005 at 6:00 AM
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They were just prepping you for school,
then the working world. It's not a tax, it's an assessment. It's not a war, it's a police action.
Of course, my favorite one was, "Never drink anything at a party you didn't bring yourself. So and so's niece drank something and someone slipped drugs in it, and she saw visions so horrible she ripped out her own eyeballs and lives in a rubber room in Miiedgeville!"
What they didn't know was, I partied with that girl...
posted by
strat
on June 28, 2005 at 8:29 PM
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Spitfire
What a hoot! I loved the visit to the cemetery! My folks never gave me any of the thunderstorm crap...'course, I always loved them and got excited in a good way about them..and, I'd seen my dead relatives' hair in boxes and been to funerals my grandmother played organ for at a very early age (me, not her)..so I was comfortable around the whole death concept...guess that explains why I'm so well adjusted now...and write porn....
posted by
Krisles
on June 28, 2005 at 7:11 PM
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Hey, my cousin's kid did the same thing when
her mother-in-law insisted the small ones accompany them to her father's grave. Then she got all upset that the kid kept asking where he was, why he wasn't meeting them. Duh!
posted by
FactorFiction
on June 28, 2005 at 7:03 PM
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Hey there, Spitfire!!
I well remember the lie about thunderstorms and God bowling or moving furniture or whatever the heck it was...I still hate thunderstorms!! When I was younger, one of my cousins left me outside in one and ran back to her house!!...
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on June 28, 2005 at 6:59 PM
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And don't even get me started on Santa Claus!
posted by
Holy_Grail
on June 28, 2005 at 6:54 PM
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