Hubby tells stores about being 16 and hieing himself off on a tall ship to the South Pacific (really, it was some kind of cruise ship, and they wanted crew, and he wasn't in school, and his folks said Yes) and I'm always struck by the difference about being a boy of 16 wanting to have an adventure and a girl of 16 wanting to have an adventure.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sometimes I think it'd be really cool if I'd been born a woman. Other times I think I'd have ended up very angry and would have gone through a lesbian separatist phase.
It still amazes me to this day that at 16 I found myself in the south of France renting my own hotel room.
Hee. Go Jesse with bringing up phrases I usually use like "performing female"!
Hubby tells stores about being 16 and hieing himself off on a tall ship to the South Pacific
Connie, your hubby is Adventure Man! I mean, he may be currently retired from active, vigorous adventuring, but he must have enough stories for 2 lifetimes.
Hah. Meara, when I just skimmed through the conversation, I figured you were involved somehow.
I hate that flag.
Ha! I'll pass it on. I think that the guy just flies it because he wants to be "subversive in suburbia."
I hate that flag.
Ha! I'll pass it on. I think that the guy just flies it because he wants to be "subversive in suburbia."
Tons of people use it, but I'm just not fond of it. Though I do love its visual pun.
Post-Apocalyptic Strawberry Shortcake Leads 80s Toys' Rebellion
Strawberry Shortcake and a mute WilyKit prepare their 80s-toy troops for the battle against Brainy Smurf, aka The Brain. Check out the brilliant story behind Tom Kyzivat's twisted art, and see if you can name each "after the fall" toy.
he must have enough stories for 2 lifetimes.
God, yes. He'll say things like "Yeah, wildebeest tastes pretty good, but I prefer springbok" or "snorkeling in Tahiti is great", and I'll look at him and says "When the hell did you do that?" And he'll say, "I told you about that." "No, you didn't!"
I've really got to make a time line for him. Especially as with all the drugs and ailments, he's starting to slip memory wise.