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Normal Things ’80s Kids Did That Would Be Considered Insane Today

Reposted from: http://www.foreverymom.com/5-things-80s-kids-did-that-would-be-considered-insane-today/

Growing up a Gen X ‘er, I can distinctly recall being allowed to do all kinds of things we would find crazy today. Like roaming the streets of our neighborhood for hours with no way of being contacted. No cell phones, or tracking devices on our backpacks or implanted in our brains (do they have that yet?). Nowadays they’d call that grounds for a CPS visit; back then, we called that Monday. Not only were our parents OK with these freedoms, they encouraged them. Did they not love us? Did they not care? Were they that hard up for a few minutes of peace that they would risk our lives?

Most the adults I know now would be vehemently against such insane acts, myself included. In fact, being unreachable by cell phone could push us straight into panic mode. Here are a few things we did as kids, which make me wonder how we survived. Today they’d get someone arrested or at least get your house taken off the play-date circuit …

Safety Shmafety

There are pictures of me riding in my dad’s convertible in a Moses basket. A freaking Moses basket, in the back seat, that was actually not a seat, but more of a shelf. “Yes, officer there was a baby in this car, but I hit a bump a few miles back and I haven’t seen her since.”

Once I was out of my “car seat” it was time for seat belts, which were more of a safety suggestion than precaution. Sure, if I was sitting in the seat of my mom’s shiny brown Mercury Marquis, maybe I would buckle, but half the time I was lying across the ledge of the back windshield, or popping up and down from the floor, or making my stepdad’s hatchback into a bed, or doing some other annoying thing that ensured my parents would never be able to quit smoking.

Pardon Me, Can I Borrow Your Lungs?

Speaking of smoking. It seemed that everyone was either a smoker or a smoker who was trying to quit. My mom smoked while preggers, as did tons of mothers. That could nearly get you arrested these days, well at the very least shamed out of the cul-de-sac.

I also recall being sent into the store to buy her cigarettes, of course no clerk cared that I was 8 years old and looking for Vantage 100s. I’d skip to the car, stop and hack a few times, then hand my mom the carton and the change, so she could then engulf me in a cloud of billowing second-hand smoke. Maybe that’s why I was always popping down to the floor of the car, smoke rises.

And my dad, who smoked a pipe, used to take me into the smoke shops to help him pick a tobacco blend; of course there was always a heavy smell in the air that I so enjoyed and a cool looking Indian statue. Not to mention they gave stuff away to kids, like licorice or corncob pipes, and pipe cleaners to make into little men (they were looking for repeat business 10 years down the road). Really, only candy stores could compete with a good smoke shop in those days.

Our Playgrounds Were Death Traps

Where to begin: The see-saws that we would pile on one end and crash to the ground? The monkey bars that we would climb on top of and hang upside down from until someone got a broken arm or a concussion (which happened hourly)? Maybe that metal spinning merry-go-round thing that you would rev up and jump on and off of until you passed out or puked?

No wait, I know, the swings. Yes, I know you can still find swings, but in those days, it seemed everyone had a swing set and they were rarely up to code, or should I say, in the ground. My set was in the ground, well three of the legs anyway. It was a bit rusted and it creaked when you put more than a pound of weight on it, but it was most fun when you were high enough that the one not so stable leg would lift out of the ground up past the edge of the grass and bang back into the ground as you swung forward with a thud. I bet you remember that feeling. And it never dawned on anyone to fix it, hmmm?

We Were Lost for a Good Portion of the Day

We used to run around the neighborhood for hours making forts in people’s hollowed bushes, trying to re-hammer rusty nails into makeshift signs and licking honey suckle, and probably any other plant that smelled yummy. We used to hike into the woods and try to jump streams or catch frogs or caterpillars, and burn ants with magnifying glasses. If I don’t know where my kids are and can’t reach them, they are by my definition, lost—and a call to 911 may be in order.

P.S. My kids get to enjoy wilderness too, well certainly not alone and it’s not really wilderness, so much as our fenced in yard. Oh, and if they so much as look at a frog they have to wash their hands after. That’s still fun though, right? A little?

You’re 7 Years Old—It’s Time to Fend For Yourself

I was a latchkey kid. My parents were divorced. My mom worked until 5 and I was supposed to get myself home from school, maybe have a snack, watch some TV, do my homework and be responsible for an hour or two. Sometimes my mom had me go to my neighbor’s for extra company. Their grandfather was always home and always asleep or maybe comatose. The older brother used to tell me and his younger brother that we’d have to stare at the wall while he watched MTV or he’d punch us. Dang it, I was finally getting MTV and still it was nothing more than a radio (the irony). Also, this is why my kids aren’t allowed to stay home alone or with someone other than me until they’re 30.

You’re 12 Years Old—It’s Time to Fend for Others

I may have even started babysitting at 10. Once I knew the number to 911, my name was passed around to most of the neighborhood parents, who were quick to run out of the house and leave their little ones with a 6th grader. They were probably at key parties (too cliche?). Well, they were somewhere important because I certainly wasn’t qualified to watch anyone but myself, even that was iffy. This is why my babysitters have all been over 30; it’s also why I avoid the lure of key parties.

Sunblock, What’s That?

I remember spraying on yummy pina colada smelling oils or basking in that Orange Gelee by Bain De Soleil. Well, except when we traveled to Florida, then it was sunblock for us, yep Coppertone with SPF 4! Just like in the ad where the puppy pulls down the little girl’s bikini bottoms. If it was good enough for her …

Of course, we never reapplied and I’m pretty sure we would spend all 12 hours of daylight jumping in the waves. The next 12 hours were spent sucking in the fumes from a Solarcaine haze and wincing every time we so much as twitched. I’m still paying for those days … in dermatologist bills, and Botox.

Nowadays, by the time I’m finished slathering my kids in SPF 2000 sun block, they may have only 15 minutes of time before the sun goes down, but it’s 15 minutes of pure fun. Well, supervised, overprotected—pure fun.

I could go on and on, yes I think the next heading would be Helmets What Are They? But I drive carpool this week and I like to get there early so they don’t have to wait too long … who knows what they’ll get into?

15 Commandments For Being Friends With Benefits

Reposted from: http://www.rebelcircus.com/blog/15-commandments-fwb/

Casual intercourse, also known as friends with benefits or FWB, is an extremely common thing, but people seem to sabotage this relationship of convenience every chance they get.  In order to have a long lasting FWB you must follow these simple commandments.  So, go ahead and take a look and we promise you, you will have a very fulfilling (casual) bedroom life!


AVOID the sleepover at all costs… even if you might be a little drunk and need to just sleep. There are always cabs.

They should NEVER be invited to any social gathering you have, unless they do happen to be friends with your friends.

DO NOT become friends on any social media site… besides Snapchat. That can come in handy.

You should ALWAYS stay in control. Don’t be someone’s booty call…that’s unbecoming.

Do it strictly for the toss in the sheets, DON’T have ulterior motives like dating openly or marriage. Yikes.

DO NOT get emotionally involved.

Excess cuddling is absolutely OFF THE TABLE.

NEVER fart in front of them. That means things just got serious.

When you are finished just LEAVE.

Keep the conversation light, DON’T make it heavy or personal.

At all costs, NEVER EVER meet their family.

You should ALWAYS wrap it up… Not today STD’s, not today!

DO learn how to sext to spice things up a little.

If you do wind up making the first move, ALWAYS take ‘no’ gracefully.

AVOID telling your friends about it, because they may have mutual friends. DTR: Define the relationship.




Things Girls Wish They Could Ask Guys Before Getting It On

Reposted from: http://www.rebelcircus.com/blog/things-girls-wish-can-ask-guys-get/

Have you ever sealed the deal to the point where you knew you’re going to sleep with someone, but have a laundry list of questions running through your mind?  We’ve all been there.  You know, those hard-hitting, and extremely inappropriate questions you wish you knew the answers to because they could be real deal breakers in bed?  We don’t ask them because we are afraid we will ruin the moment, but here are some questions that girls wish they could ask guys before they sleep with them.



Are you good in bed? We mean, we’ll take half decent.
Things Girls Wish They Can Ask Guys Before They Sleep With Them

Are you one of those guys who won’t go down on girls?

Are you well-groomed down below?

Are you uncircumcised? I may need to mentally prepare myself.

How big is it?

How thick is it?

Do you have any STDs?

Are you…small?

How long do you last…on average?

How long is this going to take?

Do you have any crazy fetishes?

You’re not going to do anything weird are you?

Is it curved?

Are we going to do some nasty sh*t?

What position do you prefer?


23 Signs You’re Secretly An Introvert

This post describes me, geaux-girl, to the T.  Its who I am in every way. So, if I seem quiet when you meet me or at a party, know that I am analyzing the situation. If I am the speaker at an event or hosting the party, you may see me being social and mingling, but on the inside, there is more to me than at first site:)


Reposted from:http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/20/introverts-signs-am-i-introverted_n_3721431.html

Written by:   Carolyn Gregoire



Think you can spot an introvert in a crowd? Think again. Although the stereotypical introvert may be the one at the party who’s hanging out alone by the food table fiddling with an iPhone, the “social butterfly” can just as easily have an introverted personality.

“Spotting the introvert can be harder than finding Waldo,” Sophia Dembling, author of “The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World,” tells The Huffington Post. “A lot of introverts can pass as extroverts.”

People are frequently unaware that they’re introverts -– especially if they’re not shy — because they may not realize that being an introvert is about more than just cultivating time alone. Instead, it can be more instructive to pay attention to whether they’re losing or gaining energy from being around others, even if the company of friends gives them pleasure.

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