tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post1165718035041639620..comments2023-11-02T16:07:08.761+03:30Comments on Maureen's Blog: LIES MY PARENTS TOLD MEMaureenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06349710718701701101noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-21773410973549066872008-05-15T02:44:00.000+04:302008-05-15T02:44:00.000+04:30My parents did the tongue thing too!My parents did the tongue thing too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-61867369221042338352007-11-18T07:15:00.000+03:302007-11-18T07:15:00.000+03:30My mom told me the tongue thing, too! But she didn...My mom told me the tongue thing, too! But she didn't use it as often as your parents did.<BR/><BR/>One weird thing my mom used to do was to pretend to be unconcious so that she could "see what I would do". Apparently traumatizing your child to find out how she handles emergency situations is okay? <BR/> It's weird, though, because I always thought she was sleeping and I'd just shake her a lot to try to wake her up, and then just sit next to her for a while until she gave up. I got really creeped out when I read Looking For Alaska, because it made me wonder if, should something have really happened to my mom when I was younger, I would have reacted like Alaska. Ugh...glad nothing did!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-37214554298042398712007-04-11T17:28:00.000+03:302007-04-11T17:28:00.000+03:30It must be a Philly thing. My Dad was from Kenn...It must be a Philly thing. My Dad was from Kennsington section and my Mom from outside Philly, so <BR/><BR/>They would tell me to stick out my tongue to check for lies, and we also weren't allowed to sing at the table.<BR/><BR/>Another one, were you told if you hit your mother your hand would stick up in the grave?<BR/><BR/>Great blog!Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02216365213708551330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-57885606026821351462007-03-13T07:12:00.000+03:302007-03-13T07:12:00.000+03:30Well my parents didn't allow swearing, not that I ...Well my parents didn't allow swearing, not that I felt like I wanted to at anytime because I thought it was stupid anyway. They said that if I did they would wash my mouth out with soap. I assumed if soap came in contact with my mouth it would get washed off, literally, I never used soap near my mouth, ever.<BR/><BR/>Also they told me babies grew like seeds, so I thought the seed just grew and when your older your stomach would explode and there would be a gigantic hole in your stomach and the docter would have to pick the baby up, who was unharmed and sitting in said hole.<BR/><BR/>Most things I didn't believe though such as when they said "I'll cut your tongue off!!" when I stuck my tongue out and "The wind will change" when I pulled a face.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-4470848652204500322007-03-01T01:01:00.000+03:302007-03-01T01:01:00.000+03:30I was forbidden to ever use the phrase "Oh my good...I was forbidden to ever use the phrase "Oh my goodness gracious sakes alive!" lest the gargoyles that live in Castle Crags, California come and carry me away. Also living in Castle Crags: King Brian, the king of the leprechauns.<BR/><BR/>Also, my dad greatly enjoyed shaking my stability by claiming that he had been eaten by a shark back when he was working for the coast guard. Consequently, he had never married my mom, and never had me. And one day, I was going to wake up and realize that I had just been dreaming myself- and that I did not, in fact, actually exist. Now *that* is some sadistic parenting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-33953594341739203012007-02-20T00:22:00.000+03:302007-02-20T00:22:00.000+03:30My parents always used the "stick out your tongue ...My parents always used the "stick out your tongue so I can inspect for black spots" thing on me when I was little. I thought that was universal too. Well, maybe it's just us. Aren't we special? XD<BR/><BR/>And I was never allowed to tap my foot or jiggle my leg or do anything that my mom found annoying. Dancing around the house was generally frowned upon too (though that may be because I was liable to break things).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-7085347418659842082007-02-16T18:39:00.000+03:302007-02-16T18:39:00.000+03:30MaureenI really enjoy your blog. I especially love...Maureen<BR/><BR/>I really enjoy your blog. I especially love the wonder woman underwear.<BR/><BR/>HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!<BR/><BR/>A long lost friend.<BR/><BR/>HeatherAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11198510653897851867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-76915053806751479642007-02-15T04:41:00.000+03:302007-02-15T04:41:00.000+03:30I was never allowed to wear the color red, because...I was never allowed to wear the color red, because it could make me pregnant. Or something like that.<BR/><BR/>But dang, mj, you would look mad cute in that little Wonder Woman outfit! Happy birthday!<BR/>xoxoxo<BR/>mMaryrose Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07521543071868122715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-38118637101892138202007-02-14T23:33:00.000+03:302007-02-14T23:33:00.000+03:30My parents always said, "Sing at the table, cry be...My parents always said, "Sing at the table, cry before night." Even when I was young I suspected that the crying would be from being spanked or otherwise punished. I never tested it.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01198531867578157602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-44815028049630853652007-02-14T12:29:00.000+03:302007-02-14T12:29:00.000+03:30My parents wouldn't let us sing at the meal table ...My parents wouldn't let us sing at the meal table either! While at the meal table, there was to be no singing or dancing. There's not a whole lot of dancing you can do with your butt fused to a stool while you're bumped up close to the corner of the table because, as the youngest child, you don't get to sit at one of the comfortable spots <I>between</I> the table legs, but still: No dancing. I don't remember there being a specific punishment for doing either of those things, I just know we were made to stop doing it. <BR/><BR/>Another weird rule: No ears pierced until you're 16. For no reason except my dad didn't like pierced ears, from what I can garner. <BR/><BR/>The weirdest thing isn't that these two rules existed, but that I now impose them upon my younger sister myself, as my mum has gone completely soft. That's very wrong of me, isn't it? And yet, I can't help myself.<BR/><BR/>P.S. Those Wonder Woman undies are phenomenal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-10021043837539055912007-02-14T06:25:00.000+03:302007-02-14T06:25:00.000+03:30My Dad told me that if I did something really bad,...My Dad told me that if I did something really bad, he would unscrew my bellybutton and my head would fall off. This had two results:<BR/><BR/>1. I have always followed the rules because I happen to like my head.<BR/><BR/>2. He could always tell when I did something wrong because I would cover my stomach so he couldn't get to my belly button.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-57235836282752184792007-02-14T03:11:00.000+03:302007-02-14T03:11:00.000+03:30As long as the underwear isnt shown with you in th...As long as the underwear isnt shown with you in them show as many as you'd like you have my blessing.<BR/> ARRRRRRRRRAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20580332.post-65127943238740411912007-02-13T23:35:00.000+03:302007-02-13T23:35:00.000+03:30My parents told me if I stuck out my tongue, a lit...My parents told me if I stuck out my tongue, a little man with giant scissors would come in the middle of the night and cut it off.<BR/><BR/>*shiver*<BR/><BR/>PS - I can't read your blog anymore. It squashes my delusion that I might become a published writer someday.<BR/><BR/>Oh who am I kidding? I'll be back. Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com