That 70's life

My first attempt at blogging today was a long rant about all the things I'm tired of. It was so negative and whiny and childish that I didn't post it. But I feel better for having vented it all out.

So, on to my childhood. I have pictures to scan in but I felt so crappy last night I haven't done it yet. I will, though. I grew up in the 70's and was a teenager in the 80's so the pics are too funny not to share.

If you've ever watched That 70's Show, you've seen a pretty good depiction of my family (minus the foreign exchange student and the pot smoking in the basement-my Mom made the pot smokers go outside.). But in my house, Mom was the hard-assed disciplinarian (with red hair, too!) and my Dad was the one with the quick smart comment. And Mom was nowhere as uptight as Red Forman. My sister was like Donna-wanting to be a writer and getting fighting mad if anyone told her she couldn't do something because she was a girl; but she was more like Jackie physically, topping out at 5'1" and not breaking 100 pounds until a couple of years after she was married. And my brother was Hyde the cynic and philosopher. Even had the fuzzy hair for a bit thanks to a bad perm.

I'm the youngest of 3; there's my sister and brother who are older than I am by 8 and 7 years. They are close in age and they look more like each other than I look like either of them. They got Mom's green eyes and were both far blonder than I ever was. I got Dad's blue eyes and darker hair although I started out red. I had a friend once tell me that he's never met anyone who looked so much like both parents, and I've noticed that anyone who knows me and only one of my parents swears that I must not look anything like the other parent at all. Weird.

Anyhow, I was an unplanned for child. In fact my Mom was going to have her tubes tied and the doctor told her she wouldn't get pregnant in the couple of months between the removal of her IUD and getting her tubes tied. *grin* I snuck in under the wire, there! Mom cracked the doctor up by walking into his office and announcing "I'm pregnant and it's your fault!". He thought it was funny; some of the patients in the waiting room didn't. ;) Mom was going to have another one after me, figuring it's just as easy to have 2 close together but my birth was rough. It ended in a c-section so Mom told the doctor to just tie the tubes while she was already in surgery.

And that began a childhood of being the baby and a pretty spoiled one, at that. Not spoiled rotten, just spoiled and everyone's pet.

(partial post-stopped on account of vertigo.)