tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post564033822658475150..comments2023-09-24T08:56:03.234-04:00Comments on In The Heart of A Former Hippie: Woodstock 1969Ginnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00265324719693655819noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post-50929840211795939412007-08-24T11:08:00.000-04:002007-08-24T11:08:00.000-04:00Congratulations on surviving Woodstock (with a lit...Congratulations on surviving Woodstock (with a little help from your mom.) When you consider all the horrors we protected our kids from, do you ever wonder how we got to be middle-aged? Sorry for my Andy Rooney moment but did anyone ever protect us from these things? A few examples:<BR/><BR/>Many of our mothers,mine included, smoked and drank their way through pregnancy. I certainly did not have a low weight at birth or at any time thereafter. Maybe my IQ was stunted but I somehow managed to convince some fools in the halls of academia to give me a master's degree.<BR/><BR/>And speaking of weight, it seems to me that our typical after school snack wasn't apples and skim milk but oreos and coca cola. In our generation we were actually expected to take gym and sweat. God forbid that kids today have to take off their clothes in a locker room and shower bare-assed naked.<BR/><BR/>And speaking of food, what did our mothers know about food allergies? Lactose, peanut butter,honey, gluton,MSG, etc., etc. And organic--who knew?<BR/><BR/>I still remember the first day of third grade going to a newly constructed school. Our teacher proudly told us that we wouldn't have to worry about fire beause our building was completely lined with ASBESTOS.<BR/><BR/>And remember science class when the teacher let us roll those little balls of mercury around in our hands?<BR/><BR/>We truly are the miracle generation to have survived the 50's and 60's.jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04168215969331384041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post-61241719992663930542007-08-22T20:56:00.000-04:002007-08-22T20:56:00.000-04:00What makes me cool to my kid is that I let him we...What makes me cool to my kid is that I let him wear shorts on a cold day! Looks like I have a few years to go before he even knows what "cool" really is! You're my idol!roberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02725245900095555371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post-27573349796069027152007-08-19T09:25:00.000-04:002007-08-19T09:25:00.000-04:00Far out.Far out.kristen spinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12099514779097752438noreply@blogger.com