tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post6936199941009280979..comments2024-03-06T05:16:15.314-05:00Comments on Chicky Chicky Baby: Life in a Northern TownChicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-77333385500497246362007-08-23T13:51:00.000-05:002007-08-23T13:51:00.000-05:00Sounds like a great childhood - thanks for sharing...Sounds like a great childhood - thanks for sharing. I too enjoy the characters in my life... they keep the life "real" :)Rustihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17912613768193549878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-49641655569509452432007-08-21T12:01:00.000-05:002007-08-21T12:01:00.000-05:00We're all characters in our own way - and especia...We're all characters in our own way - and especially the so-called white collar yahoos.Ruth Dynamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06161626814106717754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-11676551111502684312007-08-21T11:17:00.000-05:002007-08-21T11:17:00.000-05:00I had a similar upbringing with the kind of nickna...I had a similar upbringing with the kind of nicknamed "uncles" you're talking about. And in some ways I romanticize it too--there's something that just feels so FREE about the way lives were lived back then and there. But my perspective is colored by the fact that almost all of those guys were alcoholics--and the line between "characters" and "drunks" was a blurry one at best. My best friend shares that upbringing, just like our fathers grew up together before us. For sure, we are our fathers' daughters. I think about that a lot when I belly up to the bar or put back a bourbon and diet at home, which I undoubtedly do too much. Somewhere along the line, that legacy began not to seem so romantic anymore.Binkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-5791559914727002872007-08-20T20:55:00.000-05:002007-08-20T20:55:00.000-05:00I feel so out of place in my world. Having grown ...I feel so out of place in my world. Having grown up on a farm and in a rural community of meagher means, it's still odd to me to live in such a well-off neighborhood -- people drive amazing cars, put additions on their homes (or knock them down to build new ones). Yes, I have a great house and nice material things, but I still feel the need to pay heed to my roots and not spend too much -- taking pride in my Old Navy and Target shopping excursions. I don't think I will ever really adjust, but I think that's OK, especially for the sake of PunditGirl.PunditMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919969826505761593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-19189896637790438582007-08-20T17:53:00.000-05:002007-08-20T17:53:00.000-05:00We need to go get a cold one together.Truly.Your o...We need to go get a cold one together.<BR/><BR/>Truly.<BR/><BR/>Your old town or mine?Namitohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06476552972162497517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-6541894081169088762007-08-20T11:23:00.000-05:002007-08-20T11:23:00.000-05:00I can so relate. Character is so valuable, and you...I can so relate. Character is so valuable, and you are worth your weight in gold.<BR/><BR/>Julie<BR/><A HREF="http://theartfulflower.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Ravin' Picture Maven</A>Julie Pipperthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-23130537992389446322007-08-20T10:25:00.000-05:002007-08-20T10:25:00.000-05:00Hey! We must be neighbors! I've always worried abo...Hey! We must be neighbors! I've always worried about admitting that I live in a very chi-chi area for fear that readers might reject me (guilt by association). I've always felt that the thing that separates me from them is a healthy sense of irony. Great post.Gray Matter Mattershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04229890109467300091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-44542179433303711592007-08-20T10:12:00.000-05:002007-08-20T10:12:00.000-05:00Wow what a wonderful heartfelt post, I can really ...Wow what a wonderful heartfelt post, I can really relate,and I was Ms. keeping up the Joneses this year, on t.v. no less... I choose the characters too :)Trentinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10314750289270097240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-38678749644699128062007-08-20T09:55:00.000-05:002007-08-20T09:55:00.000-05:00I'll meet you at the bar...love me some characters...I'll meet you at the bar...love me some characters!!!!!EEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15025777317455781050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-45538031903906969672007-08-20T07:33:00.000-05:002007-08-20T07:33:00.000-05:00Oh... my friend and I were just discussing this th...Oh... my friend and I were just discussing this the other night. Our neighborhood is made up of exactly the makings... and we love it - but we miss the old school way we were brought up with the funny characters, the staples of our youth. The ones I still joke about with my own brothers and sister. <BR/>I love this post, it's so so true. <BR/>ANy chance you want to move to RI??<BR/>:)<BR/>- AudreyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-70043420225100682632007-08-20T06:23:00.000-05:002007-08-20T06:23:00.000-05:00My parents had a lot of characters for friends too...My parents had a lot of characters for friends too...<BR/><BR/>I have always felt more at home with those types of people than the ones I am generally exposed to daily.<BR/><BR/>Great post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-49587201589129696442007-08-20T05:42:00.000-05:002007-08-20T05:42:00.000-05:00Is there a middle ground - y'know, like character ...Is there a middle ground - y'know, like character purgatory? Where I'm slamming back margaritas and can pay the mortgage, but don't give a rip about McMansions and McFriends with McPlasticFaces?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-3922085387276440982007-08-20T00:26:00.000-05:002007-08-20T00:26:00.000-05:00I grew up with a lot of characters too. Really un...I grew up with a lot of characters too. Really unique individuals. There was the cowboy poet who also rounded up cattle in a helicopter. There's my stepfather who is a good ol' boy who also just happens to be a genius with a few patents under his belt.<BR/><BR/>My stepfather is also the one who taught me to down tequila shots and who danced with me next to the river except we were both drunk and we ended up dancing ourselves into a tree.<BR/><BR/>And he was mild compared to some of his friends.<BR/><BR/>I like characters. I'd choose to hang out with them anytime.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03655262571287385309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-79446383514718634802007-08-19T21:58:00.000-05:002007-08-19T21:58:00.000-05:00beautiful, sister. i'd pick the characters, too. ...beautiful, sister. i'd pick the characters, too. it's the real deal, isn't it?Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-69069924533977121172007-08-19T17:19:00.000-05:002007-08-19T17:19:00.000-05:00We had a very similar upbringing I believe. I took...We had a very similar upbringing I believe. I took the fork in the road however and married a blue collar landscaper... we live in the house I grew up in (bought and remodeled) and my kids lives are filled with "characters". I once thought all I wanted was to get away, and I did for about 8 years, but once my oats were sown and I found the one I wanted to settle down with....I came back.And I couldn't be happier.Jeniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01307079683484637744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-6437279161121685692007-08-19T15:48:00.000-05:002007-08-19T15:48:00.000-05:00I grew up with a blue collar dad who hated white c...I grew up with a blue collar dad who hated white collar anything. I rebelled against that and so much more and married into a family of doctors, lawyers, and engineers. <BR/><BR/>I tend to be self-conscious of my background even when I shouldn't be. Thanks for the reminder that not all my memories are bad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-72803012230137011762007-08-19T13:55:00.000-05:002007-08-19T13:55:00.000-05:00I'm with you. Give me a little grit and less poli...I'm with you. Give me a little grit and less polish over stuffed suits any day.Fairly Odd Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-6949905510512088792007-08-19T13:49:00.000-05:002007-08-19T13:49:00.000-05:00i like "characters," too...have a family full of t...i like "characters," too...have a family full of them, and have always found them worth the effort to cultivate.<BR/><BR/>perhaps we should start a "dirty jokes i learned in my childhood" meme?<BR/><BR/>great post.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-66781108937444298382007-08-19T12:07:00.000-05:002007-08-19T12:07:00.000-05:00What a great post, I totally relate to this. Than...What a great post, I totally relate to this. Thank you for the reminder.SJINCOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08145386056147611628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-60396608579506714682007-08-19T10:10:00.000-05:002007-08-19T10:10:00.000-05:00I feel so surrounded by political correctness that...I feel so surrounded by political correctness that it feels like censorship. We are removed from reality. Life has become the shadow on the cave wall for too many people.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-4800028927752690192007-08-19T07:49:00.000-05:002007-08-19T07:49:00.000-05:00What a nice walk down memory lane. And just becaus...What a nice walk down memory lane. And just because you live a different lifestyle now does not change the person you seem to be.Mrs. Schmittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14745072739050640143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-51524819679565235222007-08-19T00:35:00.000-05:002007-08-19T00:35:00.000-05:00Your story reminds me of my own childhood. When we...Your story reminds me of my own childhood. When we would go down to the Keys to visit my grandmother (and fish and fish and fish some more), which was frequently, my father would take me with him when he went to the Elks Club, which for the uninitiated, is a social club like The Lions Club or the Shriners etc. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, it was a similar drill. I got quarters for pinball and the jukebox while he had a couple beers with they guys (all characters, too!) and they laughed, told jokes & fish stories, razzed each other etc. I haven't thought about that in a long time.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the stroll down memory lane :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-79264506357083639312007-08-18T22:54:00.000-05:002007-08-18T22:54:00.000-05:00It's funny, you fit into more urbane groups, but I...It's funny, you fit into more urbane groups, but I can still see this working for you, too. Me, I'm somewhere in the middle - wine or beer or scotch at home with good friends is my place. Somehow the serious characters are a smidge too rough, the upscale a touch too snooty and refined.kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-78933669008484872312007-08-18T21:02:00.000-05:002007-08-18T21:02:00.000-05:00yes. do you feels sometimes that online we are be...yes. do you feels sometimes that online we are bellying up to the bar, and sometimes we are sipping martini? I do.painted maypolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446625015003854710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-12184152177028423302007-08-18T20:58:00.000-05:002007-08-18T20:58:00.000-05:00I can see this about you, fitting into both worlds...I can see this about you, fitting into both worlds, but feeling as if you don't really belong to either.<BR/><BR/>This is my extended family, my childhood you described. Only the blue collar guys had thick cajun accents. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.Lawyer Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819273107327846943noreply@blogger.com