tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post829975368687352786..comments2023-08-17T17:34:11.644+10:00Comments on An Aussie in the World: YEAR TEN FORMAL DANCERunning on empty http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668554083864151638noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-35894407986862096402017-01-18T19:42:45.808+11:002017-01-18T19:42:45.808+11:00Kathy, I guess that's one good thing about the...<br />Kathy, I guess that's one good thing about the Catholic religion. Although it doesn't have a problem with women working, indeed girls are encouraged in Catholic education to have careers and reach their potential, it also reverences motherhood. Mothers are seen as having very honourable essential roles in the family. So if you are a mother, you are worthy. And let's face it, it's easily a full time job if you make it such. <br /><br />On the other hand, I don't believe in women who choose motherhood as their only job, letting their intellect atrophy. It is important to keep on learning one's whole life. Then, when you do get out into social or other situations, you have intelligent and maybe topical conversation, not silly gossip, or feeling left out. Running on empty https://www.blogger.com/profile/05668554083864151638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-40223229419677921972017-01-18T10:42:46.798+11:002017-01-18T10:42:46.798+11:00
Karen you can download the photolab app to your i...<br />Karen you can download the photolab app to your iPad and play with your own photos. There are also ones to take out red eye and pimples. Running on empty https://www.blogger.com/profile/05668554083864151638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-52106217753754039022017-01-18T04:32:33.341+11:002017-01-18T04:32:33.341+11:00Oh......also, I find it funny that you listened to...Oh......also, I find it funny that you listened to The Knack instead of one of the many excellent bands coming out of Australia at that time, my personal favourite being Air Supply.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01993095789560706834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-54268958706092167022017-01-18T04:29:36.189+11:002017-01-18T04:29:36.189+11:00Ahhh, the good old days of high school....yours so...Ahhh, the good old days of high school....yours sounded like a time of innocence (except for the part about the whiskey bottles in your bedroom?). I created an unhappy ending for myself by getting involved with drugs and the wrong boys, but - as you say - that's another story. I love how you are altering your photos to look like paintings...paintings from another time, almost. Very beautiful. Thanks for the snippet of life as a Catholic school girl from the other side of the world! Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01993095789560706834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-43464128407491254612017-01-18T03:39:23.704+11:002017-01-18T03:39:23.704+11:00You looked so cute and full of mischief....maybe i...You looked so cute and full of mischief....maybe it's good you were in Catholic HS....lol. Poker? That's funny...do you still play poker? I didn't go to dances in HS either. We had lots in Jr High and I was always taller than the boys at that age. There were a few boys who weren't intimidated who would ask any of us girls to dance. Looking back they were the ones with the best personalities. Probably many were still shy...<br />I never skipped school but I did hate HS. It was very far to walk in the cold winters and there were no buses in those days. I was glad to get married after 11th grade and escape it...lol...little did I know...it's a good thing I had enough credits to graduate by then lacking only 1/2 credit required in 12th grade which was easy to make up. By the time I was 22 I had 3 kids, one a high risk preemie who required 2 months in hospital before coming home, only to get pneumonia at 3 months...it was rough with one person working and one car. I still look back and think how fortunate we were compared to the many without jobs. Neither my husband or I had the luck to have parents who could afford to help us. Actually we had to help them. <br />I feel like I was a mother my whole life. To even think what I would want as a person was alien to me. A therapist told me to go home at one time and do something for myself. I went home and cried, not because I was sad for myself but because I had no idea what I would want to do for myself. It had never really entered my mind.<br /><br />Oh well. Thanks for listening, those were the good ole days.<br />Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01226566457374908771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-52738399742722260532017-01-17T23:49:49.036+11:002017-01-17T23:49:49.036+11:00
Ooh, do tell!<br />Ooh, do tell!Running on empty https://www.blogger.com/profile/05668554083864151638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-78751721029120516862017-01-17T22:41:33.401+11:002017-01-17T22:41:33.401+11:00I wish I had similar stories, sounds so fun!
I nev...I wish I had similar stories, sounds so fun!<br />I never went to a dance in High School. <br />I was pretty good at skipping school ;(Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15685289577822851302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647425979151417363.post-47728662253634548872017-01-17T15:51:09.095+11:002017-01-17T15:51:09.095+11:00
Got any similar stories? Leave them here!<br />Got any similar stories? Leave them here!Running on empty https://www.blogger.com/profile/05668554083864151638noreply@blogger.com