(Mom’s voice calling across the whole neighborhood) Lenny Beauregard! Come home right now and pick up your dirty underwear like I told you!
Or was it the nut of the day ones, Robyn R.?
Get Back in Here!
October 8, 2011 By
(Mom’s voice calling across the whole neighborhood) Lenny Beauregard! Come home right now and pick up your dirty underwear like I told you!
Or was it the nut of the day ones, Robyn R.?
You always knew you were really in trouble when Mom used your whole name. I can still hear, “Arvilla Jeanette” and feel guilty for whatever I must have done.
or, for anything that you *sigh* NEGLECTED to do….
Signed,
Been There, Man.
Been There.
In our family it would be your WHOLE name yelled out in the neighborhood.
so this should be..
Lenard Herman Beauregard!
LOL.
I still remember being called home from playing in the creek…
and blushing all the way home! TO be yelled at for something or other I did or did not do.
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I lived in the county so mom would have lost her voice yelling for me to come home since we could be a mile or more away from home but I got the full name treatment as soon as I set foot in the house if I was one minute late for supper
I grew up on Army bases. All the moms would just holler for their kids to come in but mine would include this really loud clapping of her hands. I don’t know what kind of skin she had on her hands but it seemed that clapping could be heard anywhere on base. Also, the song I’ve included really has nothing to with anything except that it reminds me of when dad was finally stationed state side after us living in Germany for 3 years because this song was really popular then.
My mom had a camel bell that she would ring when we had to go home. It was loud enough to hear blocks away .. but so embarrassing that we tore off for home immediately. No yelling of names but very effective.
OMG your mom and mine must have shared the same bell. Ironically, in our
household, it was known as (wait for it ….) of course, A COWBELL not a camel bell.
Oh my gosh! I had no idea that kids outside MY neighborhood had suffered this indignity!
My mom started out using a cowbell, and then graduated to a copper GONG! (My uncle traveled and brought back odd things–we did not have the kind of decor one would associate with gongs!) It made my siblings and I the laughing stock of the neighborhood–until our friends’ mothers decided it was a great idea, too. THEN there were so many similar bells etc. that the mothers started using CODES to distinguish who was being called home! No joke.
same in my neighborhood! my mom’s cowbell had all seven kids running home from every which direction….
YO-del la HEE HOOOOOooooooo!
If i EVER get a pet prairie dawg i’m definitely naming him Lenny Beauregard lol!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOklahoma, where the wind comes rushing down the plain!
YEEEEEE-HAAAAA !! Listen to that there cowbell…Yahoooooooooo!!
ALAN!
ALAN!
ALAN!
AL!
ALAN!
Marmot said there’s be days like this.
ALAN! That’s the first thing I thought when I saw this picture!!! ALAN! ALAN! ALAN!
That was my first thought too! Alan! Alan! Alan! Alan! (x 10)
“I should buy stock in th electric company! We’re air-conditioning the entire neighborhood! And no more Hollywood showers, Missy!”
PS: Hovertext is a MUSt SEE!
so is rocky the front or bullwinkle?
alan! alan! alan!