"You got a little splainin to do, Lucy!"
This note was found with Sheri's collection of school photos. We have a couple of questions for Sheri:
(1) Who were the members of the Advice Giving Council?
(2) How did this license work out for you?
posted by Gwennie @ 5:29 PM
20 comments
20 Comments:
You've got to be kidding me. It's got to be grade school mess!! I'm not the creative one, so it must have come from some of my old buddies. Any girlfriends out there willing to fess up?
let me go on record as saying that I am not now, nor have i ever been, a member of any advice giving council.
p.s. this looks like jr. high or highschool to me.
just a guess.
I remember seeing those!
I believe it was in junior high though. I'm NOT claiming to have ever had one of them though. Was pretty much of a rebel then and didn't need a piece of paper to tell me I could do what I was already doing.
I think I remember those from early high school. And I think they were given out by the old people (you know, sophs,jrs, & srs).Is my memory correct HotLips? Yea, I'm talking to you Sheri!!!
Rene, I think you're onto something there. When I saw the note, I had a memory flash (just a real short one of course) that said this was done by upper classmen...and it seems Connie Combs was in on it. Any of that sound familiar Sheri Dawn?
Sheri, you little devil, you! I never saw one of those so either no one thought I could kiss (a very real possibility) or it was before I moved to town. I do'nt remember any of the upperclassmen doing this but my memory is suspect at best. Either way, I'm with Gwen: who were the members of the mysterious Advice Giving Council? And Sheri: who were you licensed to kiss???
Girls girls girls...you notice none of our guy friends are responding to this silliness. Let's blame it on the upper classmen. Maybe we had an initiation into something. I could check to see if Connie Combs was the culprit, as she was part of my brother's class of '70. Smoochin might have been (or still is) a great past time, but we won't go there. Y'all behave now!
that's what reunions do, remind us of silly things we (guys too..the blog is full of their antics) did in highschool.
I didn't get one of these either, but it was fun trying to remember where it came from.
I don't remember this kissing license. I guess I am guilty of doing a lot of illegal kissing. Lucky I wasn't arrested for all those illegal kisses. Ha! I know I sure did my share of kissing boys and probably someone elses share too.
I'll weigh in for the guys....lol......I've never seen one of them....but my great aunt, Grace Fresh always said.....'Half past kissing time....time to kiss again'.....didn't care much for that attitude when I was young but have much more appreciation for it now.....;-D
Talk,
Like your great aunt's attitude. One of my favorite sayings is from Gone With the Wind said by Rhett to Scarlet, "You should be kissed, and kissed often, by someone who knows how". Ha! These days I only kiss my one and only sweetie, Manny. He's up in New York this week and boy do I miss him. :-)
Ahhhhh, experiencing a "get weak in the knees" kiss is better than chocolate! Unfortunately, those don't come as often as I'd like!
I am repeating myself here if you attended the BBQ a couple of weeks ago but we're on one of my favorite subjects here - KISSING.
The summer before 8th grade - I got sunburned lips. Yeah, you heard me. BAD sunburned lips. I could only eat or drink using a straw and had difficulty talking, too, so you know it was REALLY bad!
I was very good friends with Kathy Dunnagan back then and she was "going steady" with Dennis Coy who was a couple of years older than us. Dennis would tease me and say that my lips weren't sunburned - they were actually burned from the friction from all the kissing I did. So, he started calling me Hot Lips all the time.
When we started school that fall, I discovered that Dennis had told this story to Mr. Dee Jones, my science teacher. I was mortified the first time he called on "Hot Lips" in class. Nowadays, I'm sure that would be some sort of a harrassment suit but back then, I just suffered (ha, ha) with the rep that followed a nickname like that one.
What a great story Linda. Wasn't Mr. Jones a fun teacher? He liked to tease and had a way of finding what button to push to get to a person. I remember he called Vicki Gibbons Victoria and she hated that.
Was talking to my sister (class of '70) and she refreshed my memory. I was given one of those and am pretty sure it was from tom plummer.What a sweet guy!
Mr. Dee Jones was a lot of fun. Back in our day (how does that sound) his comments of "Hot Lips", etc were done in a fun loving way. Do you think he would get by with what he called me when we returned from a vacation in Jamaica..."little black sambo"???? Ooeeeee.
gotta agree...Mr Jones was a fun guy & good teacher...and he reffed a lot of our ball games too......the one thing he said that always stuck w/ me was when we saw the movie about drinking where they showed the pickled brain and cut it open(anyone remember that?)....and he said about drunk drivers seeing 2 pairs of headlights and not knowing which were 'real' just driving right between them....not sure exactly why that stuck w/ me....been tuned up good & drove many times(when I shouldn'ta)..but never saw 2 sets of lights(maybe I wasn't tuned enough?...but I prob wuz)...but sure glad no one ever tried to drive between MY sets of lights.....;-)
I remember the pickled brain movie too. Was it in his class that we watched the "drug" movie about herion users and people on skid row? I think it was meant to scare us into not trying drugs and alcohol. Did it work for anyone?
Linda, I actually remember the hot lips thing in Mr Jones' class and wasn't quite sure where it came from, then again I have always been a bit naive! (Right Steve?)
I do remember the pickled brain movie. I don't remember a lot from my youth but that movie really stuck with me. That movie and an aversion with vomiting kept me on the straight and narrow for many years.
Ok - you'll all think I'm goofy but what the hey - it's for the blog's sake.
I remember the first beer I ever had. I was 16 and staying home alone while my folks were visiting some friends. Mom and Dad were casual drinkers and would buy a case of Falstaff, invite a couple of neighbors over, throw some sawdust on the concrete floor in the basement and play records and dance. I know - my parents were really wild!
Anyway, I noticed there was a bottle of beer in the fridge left over from their evening of frolick and I wanted it. So I called the people my folks were visiting and ASKED PERMISSION to drink the beer. (I just heard the nickname "Hot Lips" leap out the window and "Nerd" jump in!)
To my surprise, they said ok. Boy Howdy! I thought I was really something sitting in the family room, watching TV, and drinking a beer. I gotta tell ya - it tasted horrible! I made myself drink half of it but I couldn't stomach anymore of it. So, like the nerd I am, I put the cap back on the bottle and put in back in the fridge for someone else to finish. Bill - Talk about NAIVE!
I've heard that Falstaff was some yucky stuff and some have said that's the reason why I never developed a taste for beer. Although, a marguarita' not too bad...
To this day, I'd rather have a Diet Pepsi or a glass of iced tea!
Am I the only nerd here?
Linda, you're not alone on a distaste for certain beverages. Though I was raised in a christian, somewhat conservative home, my folks were the type that encouraged us to "try" things in their presence first. I remember when we were in Europe, they have big old jugs of wine in public places for drinking (like our water jugs), and my folks encouraged me to take a big old swig. I thought that was the greatest thing, until my first swallow. I about barfed! I'm sure it's strictly psychological, but it did me in. To this day, I'm content with my sweet tea or Pepsi!
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