Things that your parents did

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    Jun 30, 2009 4:34 AM GMT
    I know that there is a similar thread on this, but I was just thinking about things that my parents did that I hated, and now enjoy.

    My father made me watch Star Trek and Kung-fu when I was kid. I despised all three when I was kid. Now, I like the new Star Trek movie. I still can't get into Kung-fu or movies dubbed over Asian movies with English speakers.
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    Jun 30, 2009 5:16 AM GMT
    Food mostly. Used to hate eggplant omelets as a kid, now I love em.

    Hm... and beer. The first time my dad let me taste some, I puked and washed it out with sugar. icon_lol.gif I still can't get myself to enjoy the taste of hard liquor though (brandy, gin by itself, vodka, etc.), I can drink em fine enough, but they still taste suspiciously like the medicine my mom used to force me to drink when I was sick.
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    Jun 30, 2009 6:59 AM GMT
    james taylor, b.b king, jim croce, joan armatrading, getz/gilberto, bob dylan

    hitchcock, fawlty towers, gregory peck

    rye, takuan, tempeh, tomatoes, honeydew, lamb, oysters, espresso, chocolate

    meditation, hiking, science-fiction, local politics, waking up early, scrabble
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    Jun 30, 2009 10:10 PM GMT
    getting grounded. a lot. calmed me down and prob kept me out of serious trouble.
  • calibro

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    Jun 30, 2009 10:22 PM GMT
    My dad loved black licorice, and I couldn't stand the stuff until one day in college I started like it. Same goes with root beer
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    Jun 30, 2009 10:30 PM GMT
    My dad made us kids help him with house and car repairs. And during the summer I would help him with construction (he's a contractor). Now, my power tool set and construction skills are the envy of the Chicago lesbians.
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    Jun 30, 2009 10:33 PM GMT
    This will sound weird, but I hated my parent's parties in our house. My father seemed to like to entertein guests every other day. I vowed to make of my eventual own house a beacon of solitude... ha!

    Now I actually enjoy my own parties (of course) and his because I like to chat with older people about politics and what not.
  • coolarmydude

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    Jun 30, 2009 10:34 PM GMT
    Robadob saidjames taylor, b.b king, jim croce, joan armatrading, getz/gilberto, bob dylan

    hitchcock, fawlty towers, gregory peck

    rye, takuan, tempeh, tomatoes, honeydew, lamb, oysters, espresso, chocolate

    meditation, hiking, science-fiction, local politics, waking up early, scrabble



    I love your parents already!
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    Jun 30, 2009 10:35 PM GMT
    jp930 saidMy dad made us kids help him with house and car repairs. And during the summer I would help him with construction (he's a contractor). Now, my power tool set and construction skills are the envy of the Chicago lesbians.



    That is fucking hilarious!!! icon_lol.gif
  • HndsmKansan

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    Jun 30, 2009 10:38 PM GMT
    I would say we always had to feed the dogs and take out the trash. Sounds simple enough, but back when I was a kid, I hated it. Purina Dog Chow smelled and the food was out in the cold garage.... blah.

    Now I feed my beagles Science Diet before I feed myself and the trash is always out. Small things, but they add up!
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    Jun 30, 2009 10:50 PM GMT
    jp930 saidMy dad made us kids help him with house and car repairs. And during the summer I would help him with construction (he's a contractor). Now, my power tool set and construction skills are the envy of the Chicago lesbians.


    JP: My dad was the same.... I always HATED when I'd hear those dreaded words "Come and give Dad a hand in the garage." We never got along when I was young.

    But now that I am glad that he forced me to stick around and help! I learned so much and have been able to carry out home repairs/renos without paying a contractor. Mind you, the big stuff, I still call the old man, and he is more than happy to come by and spend quality time with me.


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    Jun 30, 2009 11:14 PM GMT
    My parents would generally only take my sister and me out to dinner with them on Sunday afternoons, since as pre-teens in the 1950s we weren't suitable for the elegant places where they would go at night with their friends in formal wear. But even then I had to wear a suit & tie, my sister a dress, and it could be an ordeal for us as little kids.

    We got treats at the table to compensate us, like Shirley Temples in cocktail glasses that matched our parents' drinks (how un-PC today!). But it was still a trial to behave, when we really wanted to squirm all around, or slip under the table to cause mischief with each other.

    In public our manners had to be flawless, our voices subdued when we were even allowed to speak, instantly obedient to anything our parents said. And we were just that, people always commenting about our being so "well behaved" and complimenting our impeccable adult manners.

    And now... I love gracious formal dining with friends, just like our parents did. A dinner jacket and black tie are more comfortable to me than a business suit. I can sit for hours lingering over a good meal, enjoying the company of friends, not wanting the evening to end, when once it was pure torture that could not be over soon enough.

    My parents lived long enough that we finally shared some more happy moments together at table, and I only wish we could continue still, what I at last learned to appreciate.
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    Jun 30, 2009 11:37 PM GMT
    DolGe said
    jp930 saidMy dad made us kids help him with house and car repairs. And during the summer I would help him with construction (he's a contractor). Now, my power tool set and construction skills are the envy of the Chicago lesbians.


    JP: My dad was the same.... I always HATED when I'd hear those dreaded words "Come and give Dad a hand in the garage." We never got along when I was young.

    But now that I am glad that he forced me to stick around and help! I learned so much and have been able to carry out home repairs/renos without paying a contractor. Mind you, the big stuff, I still call the old man, and he is more than happy to come by and spend quality time with me.




    Same here. My dad was all about, "Get your work clothes on and help me work on the truck." More like, come get cursed out every time your old man smashes his fingers...lol.
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    Jul 01, 2009 7:49 AM GMT
    i hated to hear my mom and dad having sex.....it was the most unbearable thing ever...... and my room was fairly far from theirs.and i still heard that awful sound. i think it destroyed me in some way..... ......and in the morning at breakfast i would have to act like i didn't hear them...made me fucking sick.... like mom..dad i live here too....im a child..at least be quiet with it...lol
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    Jul 01, 2009 9:29 AM GMT
    omg.. i hated that too!! But i actually told them. The next morning to get a hotel haha
  • jrs1

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    Jul 01, 2009 10:06 AM GMT


    my mother used to be my hero when I was younger. she used to play jazz, mariah, smooth r&b, and oldies while cleaning. she used to take my brother and I to parks, pools, little outings, and theme parks. she would advocate for reading as many books as possible. but she would restrict what sugars/sweets I could eat.

    as a result, I am a nerd. I my guiltiest pleasure is a bowl of rolled oat granola cereal with freshly cut strawberries. I read often. and I love a variety of soft - calming - music. I'd say my personality was nurtured by the likes of my mother's handling.