That would be, of course, a membership to Sam’s Club.
Stay up till 3 o’clock reading. Read at the kitchen table while eating. Go lots of fun places that we didn’t have the money to go to when I was young. Have lots of cats (of course, that’s not JUST because I couldn’t when I was a kid.)
I buy Cap’n Crunch and Fruit Loops because growing up all my mom would buy was Cheerios, Rice Krispies, and Corn Flakes.
I also don’t re-use my zip lock bags. My mom still rinses and re-uses hers and it drives me nuts!
I drink chocolate milk every day and my kids do too.
I’m gonna let my kids do lots of things my parents didn’t let me do and eating sugary cereals and drinking chocolate milk is just the beginning.
<evil laugh> MWAHAHAHAHA </evil laugh>
Drink alcohol.
Go to clubs.
Rent pornos.
Go to strip clubs.
The thing is, Except for my friend’s bachelor party at a strip club, I haven’t done any of those things lately. But it’s cool knowing that I can.
Things I still do now include:
Having sex.
Drinking every now and then.
Staying up as late as I freakin’ want to.
Seeing R rated movies.
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[li]I drag my feet when I walk if I feel like it.[/li][li]I cut my hair very short.[/li][li]I use paper towels with abandon.[/li][li]I get any kind of pet that I want.[/li][/ol]
My mom was a neat freak and drove me nuts! So now I have completely rebelled against everything she taught.
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[li]I leave my glass sitting directly on the coffee table and not on a coaster[/li]
[li]I leave my dirty clothes laying on my bedroom or bathroom floor until I feel like doing laundry[/li]
[li]I leave dirty dishes in the sink for days at a time[/li]
[li]I eat cereal or ice cream for any meal that I want to[/li]
[li]I only take whatever ice cubes I need out of the tray and then put the half empty tray back in the freezer (she hated this one and I take great pleasure in doing it)[/li]
[li]I never make my bed, ever[/li][/ul]
I never realized what a rebel I am.
I often wish that my mother had made me clean my room and make my bed. . . maybe then I’d be less of a slob. Or, judging from this thread, maybe not!
Anyway, about the only thing that I do that my mom wouldn’t let me is eat sugared cereal–for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I feel like it.
I also eat pasta and rice and cous-cous and quinoa and millet and bulgar, because my dad insisted on meat and potatoes every single night. Variety is good. I even eat meat and potatoes sometimes. 
Wh-wh-what? You mean your suppose to bake that stuff before you eat it?
Impulse buy computer stuff and electronic gadgets. Seriously, my parents were really tight with that stuff.
I stay in the shower for as looooong as I want to.
And yes, I am playing those damn computer games again.
–sublight.
Eat sugar cereal (never even had it until age 14 when staying at a cousin’s house).
Eat pizza or any regular food for breakfast.
Sit at the “adult” table during family or holiday dinners. I still get bumped from time to time if the “adult” table is a bit squished, but at least I’m sitting with family members who are my age.
Watch r-rated movies without having to wait until my folks leave.
Listen to my OWN music on the living room stereo.
Not worry about what time I leave the club or bar because there’s no folks at home peering through the curtains at 2 a.m. waiting for me and worrying up a storm.
Are you my sister? Those are the exact same cereals my mom bought and I also rebel by now buying stuff with marshmellows in it.
I also buy name brand sodas instead of store brand crap.
And since I now have my own money, I buy all the Star Wars action figures I never had as a kid. I don’t play with them or display them or even open them, but I buy them anyway because I can.
What? You mean you bake it after you eat it?
I go to concerts now and buy t-shirts and posters and CD’s and all that. I never had spare cash to go to concerts when I was a teenager, so I missed a lot of cool bands coming through (I missed the Beastie Boys first tour, a David Bowie, U2 3 flippin times, etc.). Now, I go to all the cool shows (I have a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds rainjacket! Do YOU?)
I drink real soda, not that Safeway Value stuff.
I buy Nike’s or Adidas or ???, but not Target shoes.
If there is something on my plate that I don’t like, even at other people’s houses, I don’t eat it.
-Tcat
Use sticks of butter instead of oleo in 5 lb. tubs.
Real, whole (not 2%) milk not blue, watery powdered milk.
I’m more than willing to pay someone to do the shit I don’t want to do. “Here’s 20 bucks. Cut the damn lawn.”
I don’t freeze meat.
I don’t put the peanut butter in the fridge.
The Hershey’s syrup goes in the fridge.
If’n I can afford the best of something, I buy it.
I will not try on clothes before I buy them (flashing back to the 1976 marathon school clothes expedition).
I hate, hate, hate, despise, despise, despise K-Mart, Walmart or any other retailer that uses “bins” as a display scheme.
These are my knives. These are my pots. Goget your own fucking stuff to destroy.
I buy and use paper towels.
I don’t save the bags the the bread comes in.
I don’t make my bed.
I rarely iron - and NEVER iron pillowcases.
I don’t freeze leftovers for stew.
I call long distance and don’t fret about it.
It’s bizarre - my mother thinks nothing of going out to nice restaurants and dropping big $$$, but if we’re on the phone longer than 10 minutes, she has a fit… I guess I’m not worth 8 cents a minute or whatever she pays…
xizor, I’m glad I’m not the only one! I have WAY too much Star Wars stuff around my house due to my own purchases, along with my friends’ helping out with my habit.
I don’t eat liver ::shudder::
I don’t eat anything I don’t want to. (We were forced to eat EVERYTHING on our plates, regardless)
I make my bed once a year for my Christmas party so that people can put their coats on it and find them later.
I do dishes when I need one of them or when I feel like it.
I DON’T dry my dishes (except glass glasses and silverware since I hate the spots)
I go to friend’s houses really late at night (well, the latest was 11pm) [Perhaps I should add that this is when they invite me that late. I don’t just show up at ungodly hours… :D]
I talk on the phone for HOURS (I have call waiting so I don’t miss anything important when I’m just yakking) My Dad HATED it when I was on the phone for more than 3 minutes.
I’m sure there’s more. My parents were pretty strict…
GROW MY HAIR LONG! At the beginning of every summer, my mom would say, “Don’t you want to cut your hair short for summer? It’s so much easier.” “Uh, OK.” Got mistaken for a boy all the time, won’t even go into the issues this caused about feeling feminine or attractive.
I rarely iron, either! It’s amazing what you can do with the dryer and a wet washcloth.
Actually, I’ve become more of a neat feak than even my mom, but it has more to do with my mother-in-law. Until I had spent some time at her house, I never realized how truly awful a place can be when you NEVER clean or throw anything away…
Preach on, brother!
I order 2 or 3 beverages at restaurants. A soda AND a milkshake! And coffee, even, if I want.
I read in bed until I have a headache or the book is done, whichever comes first.
I read in the bathroom—I keep books in the bathroom for the specific purpose.
I read at the table while I eat, with the book propped up.
I read while I eat in bed, with the book propped up.
I sleep with the radio on.
I sleep over at a friend’s house. (This was forbidden to my siblings and I—kids could sleep over, but we couldn’t go to slumber parties. As I get older, I have to wonder about this and what connection it had to my mother’s refusing to have us kids anywhere near certain of her relatives…)
I sleep late on Sunday mornings and don’t go to Mass.
I have my own box of cereal that is all mine and I don’t have to wonder if there’s any left. If I ate it all, then it’s gone.