Hmm.... So depending on how mad at you someone was, they could drop you on the hard half of your head or the soft half
Not to worry, IG.
My grandmother ('Bruzese) used to say that "A Napolitan is a Calabrese that knows good food!"
Speaking of which, we're still unpacking boxes from the recent move into our new house. Inside one of the boxes I found Malaysia Air flight 370. So that's where it was ... I packed it away by accident. Sorry about that.
Glass cooktop stoves are the absolute best.
2014-08-21 08:44 from Freakdog @dogpound2 (Dog Pound BBS II)
Glass cooktop stoves are the absolute best.
I absolutely cannot imagine how that would work out with my extremely inquisitive cat!
Glass cooktops are good if you don't boil over. Old style if you want to pretend you did not boil over until much later.
Whatevs. As soon as I can manage it, I'm deploying a propane tank behind my house and installing a gas cooktop.
Otherwise you run a good chance of voiding your fire insurance.
After what I had to go through to legalize the old house, I'm a little turned off to permits right now.
Heh. In 1982 I was buying a house in NJ that had been vacant for about 8 months. The mortgage company wanted a well test, and the county said that they would not test the well/septic until the house had been lived-in for 90 days - so I did a 3 month lease/purchase and moved in.
As soon as I moved in I got permission from the seller/landlord to put up my ham tower (110') so I went ahead and 'just did it.'
So 90 days later they inspect, the house passed, and we went to closing.
The house closed.
About 2 months later there's a knock on the door.
I answer - it's this "suit" who tells me he's the code enforcement officer.
So I go outside to talk to him.
He says "do you have a permit for that tower?"
I said to him "that thing? That was here when I bought the house!"
End of story.
England, I was born in the USA. However, unlike Bruce Springsteen, I
have never performed "Born in the USA," and of course I have to make
I remember going to see Live Aid in Montreal. Bruce opened with Born in the USA. I just shook my head.
It's 11 O'clock. Do you know where your children are?
Because WE do.
10:30 - Thank G-d, they're in their beds!
Her is how it stands where my kids grow up:
|Age||Sunday-Thursday||Friday and Saturday|
|Under 12||Home by 9 p.m.||Home by 10 p.m.|
|12 to 14||Home by 10 p.m.||Home by 11 p.m.|
|15 to 17||Home by 11 p.m.||Home by midnight|
That was lenient by my parent's standards.
I was never permitted to be out at midnight. I always had to be home by 10pm at least until I left home (18 years).
Heh. I was raised in an Italian household.
Home by dinner and STAY home unless a school event dictates otherwise, or unless the family was "going somewhere" in which case "home" became the car for the travel part and the relative's home for the visit part, and then the car again for the trip back to "real home."
Out after dinner without proper Adult Supervision?
That's called Going To College when/where/how I was raised!
For my upbringing (5 kids), it was more like Calvin and Hobbes (be back when the street lights come on), when I was younger. When I was a teenager, it was more or less be home when you think you should be, and they would tell you if you were not (middle of the pack).
Up until my dad got out of the army, it was home by bedtime (9 at the latest point - when I was 12). I had to be home for dinner, though, because I couldn't eat anywhere else - we were the only family that kept kosher within quite a large radius. I was allowed out after dinner, though, in junior high, as long as I claimed my homework was done.
I lived in a place where I couldn't get anywhere on my own in high school, so for high school, it was home whenever my parents or friend's parents brought me home. (unless I was sleeping over, and my parents had to approve that, too - I only remember sleeping over once on a school night, and it was to save my parents from having to pick me up from an afterschool activity.)
oh. and then the fun started. The first three years of college, I was in dorms, so I did whatever.
Then I moved back "home" (my parents bought an apartment in Israel, and I moved in.) My dad was still in the US the first year, so I had some freedom, but then my dad finished up stuff in the US and came to Israel and he insisted that I had to be home on the last bus (i.e. 12:30am) every night - no sleeping anywhere but home.
You can imagine that at 20, this did not go over well...
Now I have to worry about the baby-sitter's curfew...
Fortunately, we have a 17-year-old baby-sitter in our building, so her parents are pretty calm about her being "out" late
(how out-of-the-house are you when you're in the same building?)