‘Fro Me to You --- That 70’s Life

In this week’s edition of Sincerely Fro Me to You, I am going to share with you a glimpse back into the 1970’s.

For those of you that may have missed out on the decade with the best home decor, you are welcome.

And I won’t charge you a fee for these must have ideas.

Let’s take a look, shall we, into my childhood home:

Oh yes, and how, do I remember that awesome vinyl couch. Why the heck don’t we do that anymore?! The perfect fabric for the growing family. (if you can actually call vinyl fabric???)

And my mother was certainly the Martha Stewart of her time. Between decoupage, smocking, and hand-crafted washcloth pillows….she should have had her own TV show.

I would like to know what the HUMUNGO deal was with that horrible dark paneling. Oh, wait, it was the 70’s. Never mind.

And to think I failed to point out the awesome vinyl flooring that strongly resembled bricks.

And how about those slot machines?! Yes, they are real and actually worked. I have no idea if they were legal or not. We never had to move and change our names, so I guess it was all good.

You certainly won’t find any of these decorating ideas in In Style magazine or on HGTV. And this photo has certainly never been in any scrapbook!!

For more photo fun, click on over to Marcy’s at The Glamorous Life Association HERE. And while you’re there, read the “rules” and play along!

‘Fro Me to You—Old and Cold

Woo hoo!!!

Not only am I excited because I have one more day of work and then I’m on vacation for a solid week, but it’s also ‘Fro Me to You day in blogland. Sponsored by our hostess with the mostest, Kristen.

In honor of the freezing colder weather that has crippled invaded the South, I have pulled out a couple of photos that clearly show that we Southerners are just not built to handle the frigid temperatures of more northern areas of these United States.

Background Info:

These photos were taken during a “mission” trip to the campus of Purdue University in Indiana. A small group from my college went to help out the Baptist Student Union on the Purdue campus. The date was probably around March of 1988.

Unfortunately, I don’t remember the why and the what. I have a vague recollection of the trip (which seems to be a recurring theme of a few college trips). But I definitely remember going to a restaurant where a scene in “Hoosiers” was filmed.

And I do remember the HUGE zit that incapacitated our leader for a portion of our trip. Seriously.

And apparently it was cold…. very, very cold.

*taking a bow*

Thank you, thank you very much and bless my heart.

While I’ve got you trapped visiting, I may as well drag these two photos out from the same trip:

Apparently we wanted to stage ourselves jumping for joy over the snow.

Ummm, I believe that is me, *GULP*, River dancing in the Purdue Baptist Student Union. I was ahead of the time, clearly.

All righty then. Now that the embarrassment is over, it’s time to move along, nothing else to see here.

Click HERE to head on over to Kristen’s blog and take a look at plenty more photos that have never seen the inside of a scrapbook.

Don’t forget to come back for Thursday’s in December when I present to you my Christmas spectacle Spectacular!

‘Fro Me to You—It’s snot funny

 

Welcome to Thursday at the GRITS house! 

 

*bells* *whistles* *confetti parade*

 

Yes folks it’s hard to believe a week has passed, but it is indeed THAT time again.

Time for Kristen’s blog par-tay, where we, the bloggers, give you, the readers, a glimpse of some photos that have never graced the inside of a scrapbook.  For obvious reasons.  Yet posting them on the Internet is so much more fun!

As I make final preparations for the weeks leading up to what will be my Christmas spectacle spectacular, I will give you one quick preview that will hopefully keep you coming back for more.

I present to you, me….I would be the little booger on the left.  That cute sassy thing on the right would be my little sister. 

 

The gift to get that year, a green plastic garbage can with a heapin’ helpin’ of SLIME inside.  I knew exactly what to do with it.  This was the beginning of my comedic career, which was obviously short lived.

I am gonna’ have to guess my age, but I think I was probably around 9 in this photo.  Which leaves my highly fashionable little sister at the ripe old age of 5. 

It’s nice to be reminded I might not have been the only one in the house subjected to wearing the dreaded “corrective shoes”.  (click back new folks, it’s well worth it)

 

For more snot funny photos click on over to We Are THAT Family here.  And while your at it, why not join in the Thursday fun.  It’s like therapy, once a week AND it’s free.

Same Song, 100th verse

Who remembers this camp song, which was probably sung over one million times in back seat of the family Pontiac Bonneville.

Fried ham, fried ham
Cheese and bologna
And after the macaroni
We’ll have onions, pickles and pretzels
And then we’ll have some more fried ham
Fried ham, fried ham!

Same song second verse English accent little bit worse...followed by the third verse….the politically incorrect Chinese accent little bit worse…..and we invented plenty more accents, believe me!

Seems like yesterday all four of us kids were not seat belted in the faux-leather back seat of my mom’s Bonneville with the windows rolled down in the hotter-than-blue-blazes Alabama summer. Everyone’s sweaty legs were stuck to each others and we were stinkin’ hot….literally. But that didn’t break our campfire spirit.

And I don’t remember my mom saying a word about our 435 verses. Coincidentally, I have yet to bring out this oldie but goodie song to the GRITS backseat.

I’m thinking this will be the year….perhaps on our Thanksgiving road trip.

Which brings me to the reason I am flashing back to my seemingly good ol’ days.

The Princess got in the car after school and said, “Mommy we played this fun game…..we stuck our thumb up in the air…..blah, blah, blah…..and I had to guess who touched my thumb and I did!”

My rusted out elementary cog wheels started turning with quite a few squeaks! Neurons were firing sparks like mad.

I asked her what was the name of the game she had played. Nothing. Just a shrug in the rear view mirror.

I sat thinking. *DING*

Heads Up, 7-Up!! That’s it. Thank you mind for still being astute. Sometimes.

But, yes, that was the game the Princess had played. I haven’t thought about that game in DECADES, but it was certainly a grade school favorite of mine.

And don’t think I won’t whip it out next time I’m put in charge of a small group of children. Which I hope is no time soon.

Now, anybody up for a game of Doggy, Doggy where’s your bone??