Sunday mornings used to be the best time of the week .When I was a kid. I,d wake up early ,make a mess trying to get a bowl of frosted flakes together,and sit down for a few hours of Bugs Bunny,Abbott & Costello,and a bunch of Sherman & Peabody and fractured fairly tales.Then off to Mass with the family.
It was a pretty functional upbringing. It didnt become disfunctional until much later.
Now, many light years later, its mdone,coffee a cigerette,check the sport scores,look for a movie, and debate if I should do the laundy now or in the afternoon. Going to Mass is pretty much out of the picture unless its Christmas or Easter.Its as functional as disfunction can be.
Its funny ,when your a kid you cant wait to grow up an sit at the grown-up table. When your adult and see the kids ,with all the innocence in thier eyes,you wish you hadnt grown up so fast.
Just some randam thoughts & a reminder to myself ,to take things a little slower. To find some enjoyment in the hum-drum stressful life of a regular worker bee.
As we get older we should be looking foward to the coming "wonder years"& less time looking back.
Its something I have to work on.
peace&
muchlovetoall
Jack, so true, only thing I miss is the cig in the am. Still have to take meth, watch the kids, watch the new cartoons, (Nogginn, Nickelodean, ect) no church, just on holiday , take care
Oh, man here it was Sunday mornings with FRANK SINATRA. All of South Philly had Frank on, but I didn't live in an Italian neighborhood, but we still had Frank coming out o one of thise stereo/radio things that was a piece of furniture.
My brother was an Altar Boy so he was always up first. Today that kid be diagnosed with ADD, AHDPTR, and Tourette's all chewing on his collars, and my mom would press that casock like the starch made the child stand up.
Yeah, we got taken to Mass until we were old enough to go ourselves, and I NEVER cut, but all the paper boys did. Our Church was always known as more of a fashion show. RUDE. As sonn as someone came in the back everyone would turn around even if Mass was full going on. If you were rocking a particulary great ourfit you struted up the MIDDLE ISLE, kids. Like you were on the cat walk, and pretended ya couldn't find a seat.
Captain Crunch. Quisp, and Quake. My brother with all the crazy energy in the casock ate em all up, and then my dad would go to the bakery. Crumbcake, and butter cake.
I still love Sunday's. A Pepsi, and the paper. Football all day. I ain't watching. I got one gripe. I need to get to the flea market as I have a treasure trove. My junk right now someone is looking for, and I need the loot.
We ALWAYS too went somewhere on Sunday's. All of us, and the fight would start "I AIN'T sitting on the hump" Forget a seatbelt. There were none. My middle brother always had to sit on the hump. LOL Hey, sorry kid you're the middle child. If my mom was on her NINETEENTH Nervous Breakdown just my dad would take us, and each week one of us got to pick where we wanted to go.
Ohhhhhhhh, ya know the zoo, a park, seashore, but my middle sibling would pick the ART MUSEUM or antique shops.......LOL......so you know me, and
nerve job were having none of it. He'd be jumping foot to foot, and chewing that collar saying "You don't wanna go there. You wanna go to the stock car races"
Imagine a Philly cop with three kids antique shopping on Sunday while the wife ate Excedrins cause child number 3 just did her in.
Happy Sunday you all. Maybe some Gospel or smooth jazz or heck, Jack how's about some Joanie Mitchell? LOL No Neil Young he might get depressing. I recommend a nice Gospel station on local radio cause that's CHURCH too, Jack
Peace out babes. Maybe next Sunday get some Frosted Flakes, and go to Church, and antique shop. Just don't sit in the back seat on the hump.
I care, Jack. Brynn cares.
My brother was an Altar Boy so he was always up first. Today that kid be diagnosed with ADD, AHDPTR, and Tourette's all chewing on his collars, and my mom would press that casock like the starch made the child stand up.
Yeah, we got taken to Mass until we were old enough to go ourselves, and I NEVER cut, but all the paper boys did. Our Church was always known as more of a fashion show. RUDE. As sonn as someone came in the back everyone would turn around even if Mass was full going on. If you were rocking a particulary great ourfit you struted up the MIDDLE ISLE, kids. Like you were on the cat walk, and pretended ya couldn't find a seat.
Captain Crunch. Quisp, and Quake. My brother with all the crazy energy in the casock ate em all up, and then my dad would go to the bakery. Crumbcake, and butter cake.
I still love Sunday's. A Pepsi, and the paper. Football all day. I ain't watching. I got one gripe. I need to get to the flea market as I have a treasure trove. My junk right now someone is looking for, and I need the loot.
We ALWAYS too went somewhere on Sunday's. All of us, and the fight would start "I AIN'T sitting on the hump" Forget a seatbelt. There were none. My middle brother always had to sit on the hump. LOL Hey, sorry kid you're the middle child. If my mom was on her NINETEENTH Nervous Breakdown just my dad would take us, and each week one of us got to pick where we wanted to go.
Ohhhhhhhh, ya know the zoo, a park, seashore, but my middle sibling would pick the ART MUSEUM or antique shops.......LOL......so you know me, and
nerve job were having none of it. He'd be jumping foot to foot, and chewing that collar saying "You don't wanna go there. You wanna go to the stock car races"
Imagine a Philly cop with three kids antique shopping on Sunday while the wife ate Excedrins cause child number 3 just did her in.
Happy Sunday you all. Maybe some Gospel or smooth jazz or heck, Jack how's about some Joanie Mitchell? LOL No Neil Young he might get depressing. I recommend a nice Gospel station on local radio cause that's CHURCH too, Jack
Peace out babes. Maybe next Sunday get some Frosted Flakes, and go to Church, and antique shop. Just don't sit in the back seat on the hump.
I care, Jack. Brynn cares.
Good idea
Got an ol' Joni Michell tape, and will throw it in the cassete (yeah I still have a cassette player in my 98 camry) machine and drive to & fro the laundry mat.
Sundays, used to be about visits to family and huge Italian dinners, now have come to this. Nothing is forever.
Did you ever see that twilight zone eposode "Kick the can"??
Anyway ,I feel better that we all shared a bit- - ya see it dont take much for me to get my head on the right track sometimes!
thanksall
jack
my football Giants dont play till tomorrow- -so Ill cheer for New England Pats today- and (sorry bryn- I gotta hope Philly loses!!)
Got an ol' Joni Michell tape, and will throw it in the cassete (yeah I still have a cassette player in my 98 camry) machine and drive to & fro the laundry mat.
Sundays, used to be about visits to family and huge Italian dinners, now have come to this. Nothing is forever.
Did you ever see that twilight zone eposode "Kick the can"??
Anyway ,I feel better that we all shared a bit- - ya see it dont take much for me to get my head on the right track sometimes!
thanksall
jack
my football Giants dont play till tomorrow- -so Ill cheer for New England Pats today- and (sorry bryn- I gotta hope Philly loses!!)
Man, I hate when you lose an entire post!
I was wondering Jack, if you remember the Davey and Goliath show...one of the very few kid type programs on Sunday. Hey Davey! I think it is still on one of the religious channels here.
My Sunday memories...living on the unheated second floor in CT...4 quilts to keep warm...going near my parents room, which my Dad left the window cracked open in order to try to get rid of some of the stench of his Saturday night sardine and beer diet...lol...P.U.!!! Running down to read the funnies...almost all of them. Mom's Sunday dinner...around 2:00...my fav was Roast Beef with mashed taters and a veggie..always mixed my corn or peas in my potatoes and gravy...then Sunday night cold roast beef sandwiches ..mmmmm....good!
When I was smaller, Saturday morning involved grabbing a box of cereal, eating straight out of the box and watching cartoons until American Bandstand came on.
I was wondering Jack, if you remember the Davey and Goliath show...one of the very few kid type programs on Sunday. Hey Davey! I think it is still on one of the religious channels here.
My Sunday memories...living on the unheated second floor in CT...4 quilts to keep warm...going near my parents room, which my Dad left the window cracked open in order to try to get rid of some of the stench of his Saturday night sardine and beer diet...lol...P.U.!!! Running down to read the funnies...almost all of them. Mom's Sunday dinner...around 2:00...my fav was Roast Beef with mashed taters and a veggie..always mixed my corn or peas in my potatoes and gravy...then Sunday night cold roast beef sandwiches ..mmmmm....good!
When I was smaller, Saturday morning involved grabbing a box of cereal, eating straight out of the box and watching cartoons until American Bandstand came on.
Alright..Jack..sounds like your Sun.has all the opening parts of mine..the juice&cig.&coffee.Mine started at 7am&was straight into the Disney channel with..Sian.As being of Itailian descent&mine being Irish we both know the pressure that ..that four lettered word means..no not that one the MASS one.I no longer can be blissfully unaware in my agnostic state..reason is Sian goes to a R.C skool...theres not anythin but in this country..she will be making her 1st.holy comm. next yr so we can both rest on our laurels for a bit(shes not into it either)but soon our easy Sundays will be broken by 11.30 MASS.Hope you&yer lady are doin good..aint been about..p.c..probs..take care...Davey
Hi there Jack, I get nostalgic about my childhood weekends. I never appreciated that feeling of security, when you're the youngest child in the family, and everybody looks after you, until I found myself in the big scarey world, and I realised that I was alone. I still dream sometimes that I get up and my mum is making coffee in the kitchen, and my sisters are milling about, arguing about something, or watching the TV. All the normal hustle and bustle of being in a big family. And then I wake up, and just hear the deafening silence of loneliness.
God, I sound morose, don't I? I remember having so much fun when I was a kid. Me and my nearest sister in age would get up at stupid o clock on a Saturday morning, and go on our bikes to the nearest shop that opened at 6 am - it was a fair few miles away. Then we would buy sweets - little chocolate covered toffees called chewing nuts, and muck about on our bikes for a bit, go exploring etc, and get home around lunch time. We used to have McDonalds on a Saturday coz that's when mum and dad went into town to do the weeks shop. The full works, Big Mac, fries, milkshake and one of those fruit pudding things that were always too hot to eat. Sundays we'd have a posh breakfast - croissants and jam, and then my old man would take me and my middle sister to where he kept his boat, and we'd either go sailing, or if dad was racing that weekend then he'd leave us on the shore with a bunch of other kids who's parents were racing and we'd get up to all sorts of mischief. WE had so much freedom then and nothing to worry about. Then when we got home, mum would have roast dinner ready to serve.
I try to recreate those feelings sometimes. I cooked a roast today, and made apple crumble - we invited a friend round to eat with us, so it did feel a bit like those youthful days. Especially as it's a dark and rainy October day, and it's nice to feel all cosied up indoors, with the windows steamy from all the veg cooking. I'm getting a bit obsessive about cooking recently - I want to give my baby lots of vitamins, and nutritious food, so I'm cooking loads of veg and eating fruit all the time.
OK. gotta go...
love
Diff xxx
God, I sound morose, don't I? I remember having so much fun when I was a kid. Me and my nearest sister in age would get up at stupid o clock on a Saturday morning, and go on our bikes to the nearest shop that opened at 6 am - it was a fair few miles away. Then we would buy sweets - little chocolate covered toffees called chewing nuts, and muck about on our bikes for a bit, go exploring etc, and get home around lunch time. We used to have McDonalds on a Saturday coz that's when mum and dad went into town to do the weeks shop. The full works, Big Mac, fries, milkshake and one of those fruit pudding things that were always too hot to eat. Sundays we'd have a posh breakfast - croissants and jam, and then my old man would take me and my middle sister to where he kept his boat, and we'd either go sailing, or if dad was racing that weekend then he'd leave us on the shore with a bunch of other kids who's parents were racing and we'd get up to all sorts of mischief. WE had so much freedom then and nothing to worry about. Then when we got home, mum would have roast dinner ready to serve.
I try to recreate those feelings sometimes. I cooked a roast today, and made apple crumble - we invited a friend round to eat with us, so it did feel a bit like those youthful days. Especially as it's a dark and rainy October day, and it's nice to feel all cosied up indoors, with the windows steamy from all the veg cooking. I'm getting a bit obsessive about cooking recently - I want to give my baby lots of vitamins, and nutritious food, so I'm cooking loads of veg and eating fruit all the time.
OK. gotta go...
love
Diff xxx
Hi Jack,
I have to admit I love Sundays but I hate Sunday nights maybe it's because we're back in work on Monday, maybe because I spend it on my own Sunday is one of my man's own space nights and we know what that means.
Our Sundays are a bit routine but it's hard to change now. It begins with a big breakfast bacon and all of that, then I go to church and he watches football peels vegetables and cooks a roast. Winter we eat sometimes friends come over watch more football or a film drink several glasses of something then have a snooze - we send the friends home. Summer we go to the beach or park and eat when we get back.
It's always sandwiches for tea and we have to listen to the chart rundown (still) piano practice they play I sing badly - everyone gets in the bath then it's nit combs through hair because we're having an epidemic here. The kids in our street come over at 7pm sunday because my man reads a story / play / poem to them and then the kids play games for half an hour and their mums drink tea eat cake all girly. 8ish everyones gone or in bed I'm left on my own.
k
x
I have to admit I love Sundays but I hate Sunday nights maybe it's because we're back in work on Monday, maybe because I spend it on my own Sunday is one of my man's own space nights and we know what that means.
Our Sundays are a bit routine but it's hard to change now. It begins with a big breakfast bacon and all of that, then I go to church and he watches football peels vegetables and cooks a roast. Winter we eat sometimes friends come over watch more football or a film drink several glasses of something then have a snooze - we send the friends home. Summer we go to the beach or park and eat when we get back.
It's always sandwiches for tea and we have to listen to the chart rundown (still) piano practice they play I sing badly - everyone gets in the bath then it's nit combs through hair because we're having an epidemic here. The kids in our street come over at 7pm sunday because my man reads a story / play / poem to them and then the kids play games for half an hour and their mums drink tea eat cake all girly. 8ish everyones gone or in bed I'm left on my own.
k
x
Get out that pasta machine. We're all coming over next Sunday, and we want the real stuff, jack. Like the handmade pasta run through the machine, and hanging all over the house. LOL Get down to that basement, and get some dried black peppers.We're on.
Oh, and GRAVY!!!!!! Man, I'm a medagone (sp) and even I know it's NOT sauce.
It is GRAVY. LOL I only exclusively would go out with or marry Italians. LOL
My dad used to go "Not another--------" insert negative Italian name there. LOL
Then when I birthed that kid he was all like "Oh, oh look at that. Just look at theis gorgeous baby. Oh, oh a German/Italian mix is perfect". LOL She's perfect alright. Seriously, Jack these teenagers.
Hang on, Jack, and I hate the Eagles. McNabb chocked as usual. Is it me ro does anyone else think he's on meds??????I wore my Bears gear yesterday.
Too afraid to don anything Cowboy.
Listen to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! These Eagles fans. I mean PH-ans. That's the cutesy thing we do here. Everything with an "F" is now a "Ph". These phans are dead on serious. I mean BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This morning you should see them already. No joke they are PO'd, and mean, and ya'd think it was their own mom did that to them. I don't gloat in public until maybe Wednesday.
Have a good week. Everybody.
Oh, and GRAVY!!!!!! Man, I'm a medagone (sp) and even I know it's NOT sauce.
It is GRAVY. LOL I only exclusively would go out with or marry Italians. LOL
My dad used to go "Not another--------" insert negative Italian name there. LOL
Then when I birthed that kid he was all like "Oh, oh look at that. Just look at theis gorgeous baby. Oh, oh a German/Italian mix is perfect". LOL She's perfect alright. Seriously, Jack these teenagers.
Hang on, Jack, and I hate the Eagles. McNabb chocked as usual. Is it me ro does anyone else think he's on meds??????I wore my Bears gear yesterday.
Too afraid to don anything Cowboy.
Listen to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! These Eagles fans. I mean PH-ans. That's the cutesy thing we do here. Everything with an "F" is now a "Ph". These phans are dead on serious. I mean BAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This morning you should see them already. No joke they are PO'd, and mean, and ya'd think it was their own mom did that to them. I don't gloat in public until maybe Wednesday.
Have a good week. Everybody.
