I was a Brady Bunch addict. And I looked like Marcia! But before you get jealous…the boys did a U-turn as soon as they discovered I must be related to Beaver Cleaver (think awkward dorky knee-high socks under the Birkenstocks decades before that was cool, and would you please grow into those shoes and teeth before you hurt yourself.) I played guitar, but couldn’t tune the thing to save my life. I wanted to be a ballerina, but I was too fat, too clumsy and they didn’t make the shoes in an 11w. So I was just a Marcia wanna-be gazing through the TV screen at the normal family with normal problems like what color (cool) sweater to wear after Labor Day. 🙃🤦♀️🤷♀️❤️
Oh, Sue! That sounds a little traumatic, but your written description made me giggle. Hope you can look back and laugh now. Isn't it silly how much all of that mattered to us when we were young? I had quite the opposite "problem" in that I was so tall and flat and gangly and athletic that I was frequently mistaken for a boy--and for a while thought I'd rather be one. I didn't relate to the Brady girls at all, but the dynamics of the family fascinated me anyway. 🤷🏻🙄😘
Awwww. Yes!!! When I surrendered to Christ I felt free in every way. And I saw the great freedom there is in humility. 😊
I want to thank you for something. When you liked my humorous post on FB, I checked out your profile and felt like we needed to connect. (Same kinda crazy?) I had never heard of Substack, but I checked it out and read your blogs there. I joined and subscribed and I love it. I’m planning to start posting soon. Thank you!!! ❤️
Absolutely same kid and of crazy, friend! So glad we are connected now. And so glad you are enjoying Substack! Looking forward to your first post! Perhaps when we take a final lap around the States, we can meet in person. 😊
Change is good sometimes. This seems like a good one😀. I’m so excited for you and your travels. If they take you past Columbus, you can stay in our Airbnb for a night, I’ll feed ya breakfast and send you on your way 😉. The ulterior motive here is my husband and I want to see your vehicle😂.
I was a Brady Bunch addict. And I looked like Marcia! But before you get jealous…the boys did a U-turn as soon as they discovered I must be related to Beaver Cleaver (think awkward dorky knee-high socks under the Birkenstocks decades before that was cool, and would you please grow into those shoes and teeth before you hurt yourself.) I played guitar, but couldn’t tune the thing to save my life. I wanted to be a ballerina, but I was too fat, too clumsy and they didn’t make the shoes in an 11w. So I was just a Marcia wanna-be gazing through the TV screen at the normal family with normal problems like what color (cool) sweater to wear after Labor Day. 🙃🤦♀️🤷♀️❤️
Oh, Sue! That sounds a little traumatic, but your written description made me giggle. Hope you can look back and laugh now. Isn't it silly how much all of that mattered to us when we were young? I had quite the opposite "problem" in that I was so tall and flat and gangly and athletic that I was frequently mistaken for a boy--and for a while thought I'd rather be one. I didn't relate to the Brady girls at all, but the dynamics of the family fascinated me anyway. 🤷🏻🙄😘
Awwww. Yes!!! When I surrendered to Christ I felt free in every way. And I saw the great freedom there is in humility. 😊
I want to thank you for something. When you liked my humorous post on FB, I checked out your profile and felt like we needed to connect. (Same kinda crazy?) I had never heard of Substack, but I checked it out and read your blogs there. I joined and subscribed and I love it. I’m planning to start posting soon. Thank you!!! ❤️
Absolutely same kid and of crazy, friend! So glad we are connected now. And so glad you are enjoying Substack! Looking forward to your first post! Perhaps when we take a final lap around the States, we can meet in person. 😊
I never was a faithful viewer of The Brady Bunch. I’m thinking I missed out.
Haha! I don't think you missed anything important, Karen. Less TV in my life as a kid would have been JUST FINE. I can't stand TV as an adult.
Change is good sometimes. This seems like a good one😀. I’m so excited for you and your travels. If they take you past Columbus, you can stay in our Airbnb for a night, I’ll feed ya breakfast and send you on your way 😉. The ulterior motive here is my husband and I want to see your vehicle😂.