In the 1970s and 80s, it was perfectly normal to walk home from school. The elementary school that I attended was only a few minutes away from home and my parents didn't have to think twice about letting me walk. When we were kids, we frequently walked or biked to get anywhere. These days, things have changed. On a particularly windy day in Ohio where I grew up, I was walking home from school and right before the house where I lived was a big road that I had to cross. My parents had taught me to look both ways before crossing and I took their suggestion to heart. Of course, I didn't want to be road kill, so that day I made sure that the cars went by before walking across the street. I started across just as a van went past me and as I ran across the road with my hands outstretched, the first two fingers on my right hand hit the back of the van. I looked down to make sure they were still there and immediately started laughing in relief and felt invincible. I ran into the house and found my mom cleaning out the cabinet underneath the sink. I showed her my fingers and told her what happened thinking she would be astounded and laugh along with me. She was astounded alright....and then her eyes started to cross. Her face got red and she looked like she was about to hyperventilate. I watched this transformation in my mother wondering if she was having a heart attack. Then she let me have it. I got a tongue-lashing I certainly wasn't expecting. I thought, "Take a chill, Mom!" I knew better than to actually say that, so I said instead, "Look, Mom! My fingers are fine! I'm okay!" She grabbed my fingers and started screaming at me incoherently all the while I'm looking at her like she has lost her mind. I left her to her ranting and raving totally confused by her behavior. I didn't understand her reaction for years after that. Not until I had my own kids. As my eyes cross, my face gets red, and I start screaming incoherently at my own sons for something they did that was extremely dangerous, I realize that finally I understand my mother a lot better now.
I'm really picky when it comes to romantic movies. I prefer them clean and it's really hard to find those kind of romance movies these days. Nowadays, romantic movies are chock full of butts, boobs, and beds. Just sayin'. I was bored one day and decided to google the top romance movies of all time. You have got to be kidding me. One list had Brokeback Mountain on it. Pulease. I was, in fact, so disgusted by all of the lists that I came across that I decided to make my own. I decided to call it The Top 16 Clean Romance Movies of All Time, well, because I couldn't think of anymore to make it an even top 20. Now, my list might be different from most people. I said I was picky. First, I don't like b***** women. That scratches out a whole pile of popular movies. One of them being Gone With The Wind. Does anyone besides me want to smack that woman? Second, I don't like it when the couple end up in bed together. Uh, I don't really need to know, thankyouverymuch. Th...
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