I told this consistent lie to my violin teacher that I should not be proud of, yet I am because I pulled it off haha: I pretty much told her every week that I had practiced at least five times a week for twenty minutes when actually, I practiced right before our lesson. She never caught me, and I'm always shocked by that ha. Of course, I did practice when it really mattered (i.e., for recitals and such).
So good to have you back, Ororo. Just remember: Time wounds all heels.
Back when I was a punky teen, I'd tell my mom we were all going to hang out at Chuck E. Cheese, when we would actually go dancing at the roller-rink-turned-dance-club and dance and drink and have a grand ol' time. Now, that's some level of denial, because did she really believe her clad-in-black, Bowie-and-Bauhaus-listening daughter would be caught dead in an arcade with pizza and rug rats? We all make our choices. But, sometimes, when you stumble across a good fib, it's best to stick with it. LOL. xo
Bwaha! "Time wounds all heels." - I love this. The roller rink! Man, I remember those days. Rollerskating was our jam, to the point where we had our own pair of skates.
Same. LOL. During the day, it was a roller rink. Friday and Saturday nights, though, it was our own little dance club. My friends were the DJs and the first three songs were mine. Before that, we'd go dancing at Magic Mountain. We all had season passes (rite of passage once you hit junior high). When they moved the dance space from "Contempo" to the "Backstage" or "Back Alley" (I can't remember, but it was tacky) and got a different DJ, we peaced-out. xo
I made a conscious list of everything I would never do to my kids what my parents did to me. One being corporal punishment. I swore I would never hit my kids. Never did. And they turned out just fab thankyouverymuch.
Hey! Lovely to see you again and thanks for reading my poems and sharing one thr other day! I will answer your inquisitive mind when I get back from the beach 💕🤩
I told this consistent lie to my violin teacher that I should not be proud of, yet I am because I pulled it off haha: I pretty much told her every week that I had practiced at least five times a week for twenty minutes when actually, I practiced right before our lesson. She never caught me, and I'm always shocked by that ha. Of course, I did practice when it really mattered (i.e., for recitals and such).
So good to have you back, Ororo. Just remember: Time wounds all heels.
Back when I was a punky teen, I'd tell my mom we were all going to hang out at Chuck E. Cheese, when we would actually go dancing at the roller-rink-turned-dance-club and dance and drink and have a grand ol' time. Now, that's some level of denial, because did she really believe her clad-in-black, Bowie-and-Bauhaus-listening daughter would be caught dead in an arcade with pizza and rug rats? We all make our choices. But, sometimes, when you stumble across a good fib, it's best to stick with it. LOL. xo
Bwaha! "Time wounds all heels." - I love this. The roller rink! Man, I remember those days. Rollerskating was our jam, to the point where we had our own pair of skates.
Same. LOL. During the day, it was a roller rink. Friday and Saturday nights, though, it was our own little dance club. My friends were the DJs and the first three songs were mine. Before that, we'd go dancing at Magic Mountain. We all had season passes (rite of passage once you hit junior high). When they moved the dance space from "Contempo" to the "Backstage" or "Back Alley" (I can't remember, but it was tacky) and got a different DJ, we peaced-out. xo
I made a conscious list of everything I would never do to my kids what my parents did to me. One being corporal punishment. I swore I would never hit my kids. Never did. And they turned out just fab thankyouverymuch.
Hey! Lovely to see you again and thanks for reading my poems and sharing one thr other day! I will answer your inquisitive mind when I get back from the beach 💕🤩