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my mom is a big Monkees fan....it was the first concert I ever went to.
11 years old and mom made us wear matching outfits....I was mortified!
I found this??
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Well I'm puttering out--eyes are getting heavy.
Big congrats Lyn and you'll be a Vet the next time I see you!!!!!!!
Night all.
Big congrats Lyn and you'll be a Vet the next time I see you!!!!!!!
Night all.
Hey I thought turnee's are turning tomorrow. Lynlee tonight and Verm and Ski tomorrow ?
haha, it was awful! My dad dropped us off and we had a hotel for after the concert. It was 'across the street' from where the concert was. turned out to be a highway we had to cross, then we walked down the side of the road to where the hotel was....only to find a fence that we couldn't climb, so we had to walk back to where the fence ended and back again to get to the hotel. I remember us taking our shoes off and our socks were soaking wet and we had crickets hopping out of our shoes!
THEN, 2 years later we plan this vacation to L.A. to see the Monkees reunion concert (Mike Nesmith was my moms favorite). No matching outfits this time and the concert was fine but...2 days later and we go to Disneyland. We go to Disneyland the day after we had a big dinner at some hole in the wall mexican joint. We go to disneyland and I start getting sick in every garbage can there is! I can laugh about it now but it was an awful day. Mom tried everything to make me feel better and it was just not working. At one point she went to get something and came back with an ice cream cone an a pepsi.....I took one look and ran for the nearest garbage can. Rode one ride and couldn't do anymore.
We had to wait for the bus to come get us and we had over an hour left before they were there. We're waiting near the exit {right next to a garbage can} and apparantly I stuck my head in the can, heaved and looked at my mom and said 'I hope you're happy now, i just s#!t my pants!' Don't know why that would make her happy but that's what I said, lol. I feel for those other people on that bus because I just know what an awful sight (and smell) I must have been! We got back to the hotel and I felt fine, hit the pool. Mom put her bathing suit on and promptly crapped her pants, spent the rest of the night in the bathroom!
I'm glad we only ate half a burrito each, otherwise I might not be here to tell the story
THEN, 2 years later we plan this vacation to L.A. to see the Monkees reunion concert (Mike Nesmith was my moms favorite). No matching outfits this time and the concert was fine but...2 days later and we go to Disneyland. We go to Disneyland the day after we had a big dinner at some hole in the wall mexican joint. We go to disneyland and I start getting sick in every garbage can there is! I can laugh about it now but it was an awful day. Mom tried everything to make me feel better and it was just not working. At one point she went to get something and came back with an ice cream cone an a pepsi.....I took one look and ran for the nearest garbage can. Rode one ride and couldn't do anymore.
We had to wait for the bus to come get us and we had over an hour left before they were there. We're waiting near the exit {right next to a garbage can} and apparantly I stuck my head in the can, heaved and looked at my mom and said 'I hope you're happy now, i just s#!t my pants!' Don't know why that would make her happy but that's what I said, lol. I feel for those other people on that bus because I just know what an awful sight (and smell) I must have been! We got back to the hotel and I felt fine, hit the pool. Mom put her bathing suit on and promptly crapped her pants, spent the rest of the night in the bathroom!
I'm glad we only ate half a burrito each, otherwise I might not be here to tell the story
haha, it was awful! My dad dropped us off and we had a hotel for after the concert. It was 'across the street' from where the concert was. turned out to be a highway we had to cross, then we walked down the side of the road to where the hotel was....only to find a fence that we couldn't climb, so we had to walk back to where the fence ended and back again to get to the hotel. I remember us taking our shoes off and our socks were soaking wet and we had crickets hopping out of our shoes!
THEN, 2 years later we plan this vacation to L.A. to see the Monkees reunion concert (Mike Nesmith was my moms favorite). No matching outfits this time and the concert was fine but...2 days later and we go to Disneyland. We go to Disneyland the day after we had a big dinner at some hole in the wall mexican joint. We go to disneyland and I start getting sick in every garbage can there is! I can laugh about it now but it was an awful day. Mom tried everything to make me feel better and it was just not working. At one point she went to get something and came back with an ice cream cone an a pepsi.....I took one look and ran for the nearest garbage can. Rode one ride and couldn't do anymore.
We had to wait for the bus to come get us and we had over an hour left before they were there. We're waiting near the exit {right next to a garbage can} and apparantly I stuck my head in the can, heaved and looked at my mom and said 'I hope you're happy now, i just s#!t my pants!' Don't know why that would make her happy but that's what I said, lol. I feel for those other people on that bus because I just know what an awful sight (and smell) I must have been! We got back to the hotel and I felt fine, hit the pool. Mom put her bathing suit on and promptly crapped her pants, spent the rest of the night in the bathroom!
I'm glad we only ate half a burrito each, otherwise I might not be here to tell the story
Aw, so sorry hon. We had some like that, not as bad, but close.
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