October 23, 2004
THE LIFE OF A HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR
My daughter slept in until 10:30, then grabbed a frappachino out of the fridge and climbed into her SUV to go to the tanning salon, still wearing pajamas.
Sorry, but I don't remember life being so easy when I was her age.
I had to get up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday, scrape together some roaches from some shitty Mexican, slip on my Birdwells, then take my brother in my Celica to the Burnside Island Yacht Club to go water skiing with our cousin all day.
Times were tougher back then.
i know what you mean about tougher times back when we were growing up.
we used to have to trudge, barefoot, three miles a day straight up a nearby hill in the blinding snow and spend hours digging for a small cup of gruel which we would later split into fifteen portions for dinner. if we didnt make it home when our dad thought we should, he would beat us with a fire engine, laughing maniacally as he drank rubbing alcohol straight from the bottle. at night, our mother would remove the information tags from our pillows and mattresses and read them to us by the light of the setting sun because we couldnt afford real books OR electricity. In doing so, she broke several federal laws regarding the removal of such tags and, eventually, it caught up with her and she was sent to the big house where we got letters from her every day in which she wished we were all there because then "we would be a family once again." times got so bad, we eventually had to move into a box in the middle of the street. our neighbors had it worse though...they had to move out of their box in the middle of the street and go live in a lake.
but just try telling that to the youth of today and they wont believe you...nope...they sure wont.
Posted by: mr. helpful at October 23, 2004 12:30 PM...those were the days. Sounds like she's got it goin' on.
Posted by: Key at October 23, 2004 2:55 PMyeap...those were the days...
Posted by: Sam at October 23, 2004 4:11 PMYep. "Tanning salon". In her pajamas. Is that what the kids're calling it these days...
Posted by: Rube at October 23, 2004 5:47 PMWhat? You mean you didn't have to pee in a jar before being rousted out of your hammock, in freezing rain, to climb the ratlins in the "Horsed Vessel", to take in reefs on pain of dancing at the gratings?
Oh, a bark is not a "cutter", nor is it a ship. You were a CG officer, right?
Posted by: Justthisguy at October 26, 2004 5:03 AM