Most unusual punishment your parents used?

I have WHAT in my yard? :

My mother was a(n English) teacher. ...She said cursing was a failure of vocabulary and she was going to help me (to)not have to resort to such shorthand again.....

If I EVER go back to teaching, I'm going to put this in a banner on my wall!!
(BTW, can you tell I've had to write cited compositions recently?!?!?)
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Oh my. That sounds horrible.
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But if you were too stubborn to eat liver and onions, why did you eat the grass?

More than likely knowing me................. out of spite.
 
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If I EVER go back to teaching, I'm going to put this in a banner on my wall!!
(BTW, can you tell I've had to write cited compositions recently?!?!?)
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I have always told my kids that cursing makes you sound less intelligent.
 
Not to go off topic, but a recent study of hiring habits showed quite clearly that incorrect grammar usage is a key indicator of the failure to become employed.

The key words never ever to use?? I SEEN.


In every case, the minute an applicant uttered these words the interview was over. Employees who used these words never got any chance at advancement. Language is a class indicator for many of the people who control the hiring process and it will hold you back.
 
Oh my goodness...my mother had some interesting ones.

We got our mouth washed out with soap for cussing, spanked with a wooden spoon for being very naughty! Only once in a great while tho mind you..it wasnt a common occurance by any means.

My dad only had us go and cut a switch from a tree once. Like an idiot I am thinking...oh get a little thin one it shouldnt hurt. Oh I never did anything worth a spanking again after that lol

The very worst punishment for me was when I got my books taken away
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The best punishment, well, maybe not best, but most imaginative was when I REALLY screwed up at age 15ish. I don't recall now what I did...but i believe it was mouthing off, the typical "you're not the boss of me" stuff, and pretty much being a brat. I left for school, and came home to find that I had nothing. Nothing. My room had been cleaned out so that I had a bed, a weeks worth of clothes, a lamp and my desk for school work. That was pretty much it. Everything was gone from the bathroom except the basics...hairbrush, hair dryer, toothbrush, toothpaste and towels etc. I had to earn all my stuff back. It was so awful!! But I look back now and I admit that it worked. Took me 6 weeks to earn stuff back. That was the last time I ever mouthed off to my parents.

Now, not quite a punishment but I sure felt it was was when I got my first job. My parents sat down and looked at how much i brought home and said well, you are 16 ...time to pull your weight. I had to pay 1/4 of the electric bill, 1/4 of the water bill, 1/4 phone bill as well as rent lol I was just OMG. However, I never saw the bills...my dad would just tell me what it was and I would pay him. Now, I didnt know at the time, but he was squirreling all that money I paid him away in an acct for me, and teaching me how to budget and be responsible. I was so shocked when I moved out on my own, and my father and mother gave me a check with all the money I had paid them over the years. It was several thousand dollars worth! It was so nice to know that I had earned it and that I had something to fall back on if needed.
 
I have WHAT in my yard? :

The key words never ever to use?? I SEEN.

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Hearing someone say that is like nails on a chalkboard to me!​
 
I have been an auto mechanic for more than 40 years, inherited mechanical skills from my father. As a teenager I could use the family car 1 weekend evening. My dad would only ask how many miles did I think I would drive. Usually 15 or 20 was my standard reply. I would drive 15 miles stop somewhere, skrunch under the dash, disconnect the speedometer cable. After a carefree evening would stop at an all nite gas station, put in the amount of gas needed to cover my tracks and reconnect the speedometer cable. One evening at my homebound gas stop I topped up the gas and was distracted by a young lady with a car problem, fixed her car problem, got her phone number and floated home. The next morn sitting in the back seat on the way to church I looked forward and saw the speedometer not working. Dad was driving. he said nothing. After church I washed the car cleaned the interior and installed the speedometer cable. Nothing said, next couple weeks stayed close did not unhook the cable. Had a date, we drove about 20 miles, stopped to unhook the cable and he had drilled thru the nut on the back of the speedometer that secured the cable and had safety wired it tight with stainless steel piano wire. Not a word was ever said.
 
In a couple years my girls will be able to post to this thread what I just did to them both.

I can not have anything nice in my house with out my two teenage girls using it, breaking it or losing it. So yesterday after a few items I noticed were.......on my daughter (shoes), broken (wine glass) and hidden (winter hat shoved in a drawer) I have taken matters in to my own hand.

You have to understand I am breaking the mold. I refuse to hit my children like my parents did. So I have come to realize it is all about creative manipulation.

This is what I did. They both just bought brand new razors for themselves................
Me, I have been too busy to shave in a while but yesterday I did. AND I left the hair in both razors!!!!

This morning should be fun.

Yes, I have razors to replace the ones I used of theirs.
 
My moms favorite way of punishment was a quick unexpected slap right across the face. Her second was to send us out to get our own switch and if it wasn't big enough she used that one and sent us for another.
My dads punishment was to have us stand on our tiptoes with our nose against the wall. He would draw a circle around it and if we moved out of the circle any time during the allotted time we had additional minutes added.
 

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