What ticked off your parents the most about your room when you were a teen?

[Jaypee]

(The thread about the first music purchase made me think of this.)

In my case, it was a door-sized poster of Frank Zappa sitting on the can, with the caption "Phi Zappa Krappa". It was on the inside of the door, so it wasn't visible from the hallway, but one day my father saw it and ripped it into shreds.

[Zydekitten]

Clothes all over the floor for me.

Old food and/or dirty dishes under the bed for my younger brother (we once found a open, half-eaten peanut butter jar with a spoon . . . and a dust-bunny in it under there :eek: )

[Corona]

my carpet was made out of clothes ;)

[Zydekitten]

my carpet was made out of clothes ;)

LMAO!!!

Yeah, I was pretty bad until I got to college - my freshman year roommate was SO much worse than I ever was . . . our closet was just a three-foot high pile of her clothes.

Great for hiding in when when the false fire alarms would happen during finals and I would disobey the mandatory evacuation rule ;)

[LaTiDa]

Embarrasingly, I'd have to say nothing... I was every mother's dream... maybe a little ocl which probably worried her if anything.

[where yat brah]

stained sheets:eek:

[LaTiDa]

stained sheets:eek:

You win brah!

[Belle]

My parents were WAY too trusting...nothing bothered them..they had after all survived my brother a few years before me!

Now if you what to know what bothers me about MY kids room....LOL Stained sheets and walls will get us started! For the boys anyway

[Zydekitten]

stained sheets:eek:

TMI, dude . . . WAY TMI!!! :eek:

[Amy Winette]

Hmm, I can't think of anything that bothered my parents really, but I did have a shrine to Emilio Estevez in my room, a million cut outs from magazines and the full sized movie cut out for that garbage man movie ;) I did have this tendency to bleach things and haul them dripping across carpets leaving bleach dots on the carpets . . .

[steeleye]

I had a picture on my bedroom wall that I cut out from Cream magazine that showed Ozzy Osborne with his finger up Bill Ward's nose with the other guys from Black Sabbath laughing their asses off.

[NYMAMA]

Clothes all over the floor and me sleeping in my bed untill 2:00pm

[funkkjunkie]

General disarray. My mom hated my overalls so much, she threw them away.

[sophisticated sissy]

I dunno...it mighta been the annoying, noxious blue haze cloud that persistantly hung in the center of the room that carried the sweet odor that clung to all manner of fabrics and textiles....

....or was it all the glassy-eyed tie-dyed colleagues who came home from school with me in the afternoon who were collapsed on the floor or sprawled on the beanbag chair?

...Then again, it might have been the stains on the beige carpet from the tipped over bong, or did Todd get tangled up in the hookah tubing again?

Or, maybe all the parafin that had gooked up everything when we we making candles on a hotplate in the closet?

Coulda been the MC-5 ...too loud, they said, jeezyoucallthatmusic!!!!!

Honestly, though, I think the thing in my room that bothered them the most was me!

[breambob]

Hendrix at 6:30 in the morning, loud and distorted from my Radio Shack stereo. I think the late night Pink Floyd creeped them out some. "Saucer Full of Secrets" was a great album...
Daddy freaked at the "Are You Experienced" poster, and he made me take down the poster of Dennis Hopper flipping a bird from Easy Rider. But they did let me go see Hendrix and many other concerts which was very cool.

[Corona]

stained sheets:eek:
bwahahahahaha!!!!!

[ibjamn]

I had Beatles pics all over my room from Tiger Beat magazine. I'll never forget my mother's immortal words;
"YOU WON'T EVEN REMEMBER THEIR NAMES IN 6 MONTHS, FOR CRISSAKES!!!!"

[Corona]

Too funny Ib! :)

[marignygreg]

My Bong.

[mightyradgumbo]

I was in the messy room brigade myself. Came in handy for hiding supplementals-Mom would not go in there if it was a mess hehehe

They were really cool about the music thang-I would have stereo wars with my dad-me blasting the Dead and Pink Floyd and he, of really good taste, taking me out with Miles and Coltrane and if I got heavy metal on his ass he would break out the big bands. ahhh, good times, good times

[Amyloves...]

My parents were so freaking easy. They survived my older sister so they figured as long as "the little ones" (pisces and I) made good grades we must be good. Yeah.

[pokerchick66]

I was in the messy room brigade myself. Came in handy for hiding supplementals-Mom would not go in there if it was a mess hehehe

They were really cool about the music thang-I would have stereo wars with my dad-me blasting the Dead and Pink Floyd and he, of really good taste, taking me out with Miles and Coltrane and if I got heavy metal on his ass he would break out the big bands. ahhh, good times, good times

lol, he went heavier metal.

[ScoopJohnD]

I gotta admit my parents were pretty cool. I was ALWAYS blasting music and singing along and they just got tired of tramping up the stairs to get me every time there was a phone call or they needed me for something. So my dad wired a bell in my room. They'd press the button downstairs, the bell would ring in my room and I knew they needed me for something.

However, the album Johnny Winter And - Live set my dad off good. He must have had a bad day and I had that cranked and I swear I NEVER saw him that pissed off before that, or ever after that. Boy did he lay into me. And listening to that record now, as much as I like it I sure could see how it could get on his nerves.

[Papins]

A poster I had of Peter Fonda from Easy Rider . It was a huge b&w of him on the Captian America bike. Then there was a poster that was a take off on the Uncle Sam "I Want You" . It was LBJ with shoulder length hair, love beads, a nehru jacket, and a peace symbol medallion.

[pokerchick66]

My room was always a mess.

Every once in a blue moon, my mom would come in and clean it for me and leave a note on my bed saying, I love you. :)

[mymecca]

but she probably runs us all together in her head now...bless her heart...i was a good kid, bided my time...my 6 brothers and 2 outta the 5 sisters were much more trouble...

[breambob]

A poster I had of Peter Fonda from Easy Rider . It was a huge b&w of him on the Captian America bike. Then there was a poster that was a take off on the Uncle Sam "I Want You" . It was LBJ with shoulder length hair, love beads, a nehru jacket, and a peace symbol medallion.

LMAO, pap. How 'bout the the Lennon/Marx poster (John and Groucho), TFF.


Oh, and Peter Max !!!!

[dumbtourist]

My drums and my lousy ability/timing...so I played real loud to make up for it! :cool:

[Papins]

LMAO, pap. How 'bout the the Lennon/Marx poster (John and Groucho), TFF.


Oh, and Peter Max !!!!
Firesign Theater..."Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers"

[ozzie]

Yeah, I was an angel child too!

My dad switched from 'turn that music down or you'll wreck your hearing' only long enough to tell me that I'd do real damage to my eyes by reading all night, every night.

I still read until I fall asleep every night and the only way I like music is loud. Of course now I wear glasses and buy big print books, but I think my hearing survived. Just can't figure out why folk whisper all the time!

[NeenAtlanta]

What ticked off your parents the most about your room when you were a teen?

The fact that I was never in it. Pre cellphone years, she never knew where I was.

[abbeyrd]

Mom - the "mess" (SHE was the OCD one - couldn't handle a stack of paper on the desk or a "pile" - maybe one or two outfits - of clothes on the floor)

Dad - the doorknob holes in the wall behind my door. And yes, I say "holes." When I was mad, I would slam the door open. We had these lightweight hollow doors that you couldn't slam shut because the force of their wind resistance was greater than the force anyone could slam them with so they would slow down and stop before getting to the door jamb. VERY unsatisfying when you're mad. So, I would slam them open and punch a hole in the drywall. I accidentally (it really was an accident) did that once with our front door, which weighed a TON. In any event, if you ever need a fist sized hole in your drywall patched, let me know - I'm a pro. ;)

[MzJoey]

i wanted my room painted fushia with gold trim....why did i pick those colors...to annoy my parents...they said ok, but i would have to paint it....me paint??? my mom ended up painting it and she did a bangup job, it was hideous and i loved it!!

[ozzie]

Mom - the "mess" (SHE was the OCD one - couldn't handle a stack of paper on the desk or a "pile" - maybe one or two outfits - of clothes on the floor)

I remember once when I had spent the night putting the finishing touches to a school project I had been working on for weeks... when I woke up in the morning it was gone. In the trash. Destroyed. My mother said if it wasn't important enough to put away it simply wasn't important. She's a doll.

[MzJoey]

..wooo....she harshed your mellow!!! poor lil lamb

[pokerchick66]

I remember once when I had spent the night putting the finishing touches to a school project I had been working on for weeks... when I woke up in the morning it was gone. In the trash. Destroyed. My mother said if it wasn't important enough to put away it simply wasn't important. She's a doll.

:eek: OMG, Ozzie.

[mendelj2]

1. The general mess and piles of clothes, where I would lose my keys every single day

2. The giant Guns N Roses and Metallica posters on the walls.

3. The holes around the door from slamming it

4. Me - no question. My older bro was much neater and sneakier than I was.

I had a lot more aggression and I think they were probably relieved when my posters changed to the allmans and my room started smelling like weed.

[tangledupinblue]

It would have to be the door to my private balcony that I used to disappear off of on a regular basis.
I know they were super pissed that I talked them into letting my pick that room when we moved in.....WONDER WHY????? Get me out of this damn house!

I could only sneak out in the winter when there was snow so I didn't kill myself from the jump! After a few glasses of stolen wine out of the parents cabinet, I really didn't feel the fall anyway. :p

[ohio]

(The thread about the first music purchase made me think of this.)

In my case, it was a door-sized poster of Frank Zappa sitting on the can, with the caption "Phi Zappa Krappa". It was on the inside of the door, so it wasn't visible from the hallway, but one day my father saw it and ripped it into shreds.
I had that poster! It hung on my black painted walls along with a blacklight Woodstock poster and another from Easy Rider with Fonda and Hopper toolin' down the road w/Nicholson on the back. Mom wasn't thrilled about any of that, but the supplementals pissed her off the most. At one point she began working full-time and hired a housekeeper to clean and watch after me & my li'l brothers. I realized on the way home from school that I had left my rolling tray and bag on my desk; was just frantic that the housekeeper had found it and would give it to Mom. I hurried home and frantically searched around my room....Ah, there it was, under my bed, and nicely dusted as well! The housekeeper was cool, woohoo!

[ohio]

1. The general mess and piles of clothes, where I would lose my keys every single day
Mom's favorite saying: "So, you've installed clothes hooks on the floor?"

[pokerchick66]

It would have to be the door to my private balcony that I used to disappear off of on a regular basis.
I know they were super pissed that I talked them into letting my pick that room when we moved in.....WONDER WHY????? Get me out of this damn house!

I could only sneak out in the winter when there was snow so I didn't kill myself from the jump! After a few glasses of stolen wine out of the parents cabinet, I really didn't feel the fall anyway. :p

I can see you climbing over that balcony, bad kid! ;)

lol, I would NEVER let my chicklet have a balcony to her room; I know better. My child is sneakier than I was. That freaks me out. Cuz I was BAD. I'm already thinking I'm gonna have to nail the windows shut. :D

[Orleansnj]

Mom - the "mess" (SHE was the OCD one - couldn't handle a stack of paper on the desk or a "pile" - maybe one or two outfits - of clothes on the floor)

Dad - the doorknob holes in the wall behind my door. And yes, I say "holes." When I was mad, I would slam the door open. We had these lightweight hollow doors that you couldn't slam shut because the force of their wind resistance was greater than the force anyone could slam them with so they would slow down and stop before getting to the door jamb. VERY unsatisfying when you're mad. So, I would slam them open and punch a hole in the drywall. I accidentally (it really was an accident) did that once with our front door, which weighed a TON. In any event, if you ever need a fist sized hole in your drywall patched, let me know - I'm a pro. ;)

good god -we must be related? Were you hiding in our house? that's exactly what I was going to write..... My mom always said that she wanted 12 kids - (I know - what the he$$ was she thinkin') ...geeze....

My sister did the front door trick - but she did it on the way to the bus stop (next to the house) and instead of it being the inside door - it was the storm door - and it just popped off the house. All of her friends were laughing until my mother appeared - and my mom gave that look like she was so ticked that she couldn't even say anything - and everyone knew my little sister was going to catch it when she came home........

what my little sister still doesn't know - to this day - is that my mom closed the front door (the heavy one), sat down on the stairs inside, and laughed her a$$ off for the rest of the day. She thought it was the funniest thing she had ever seen.

[tangledupinblue]

How old is she PC? Does she hang out with lots of friends? Any bad eggs in her bunch?

[pokerchick66]

How old is she PC? Does she hang out with lots of friends? Any bad eggs in her bunch?

lmao, she's only seven, Blue. She's been sneaky for the past few years already. I shudder to think of what I have in store for me. Cuz I know how I used to be. Poor me. lol, God's punishing me for what I did to my mom when I was a teenager.

[Festvet]

(The thread about the first music purchase made me think of this.)

In my case, it was a door-sized poster of Frank Zappa sitting on the can, with the caption "Phi Zappa Krappa". It was on the inside of the door, so it wasn't visible from the hallway, but one day my father saw it and ripped it into shreds.
had that very same poster jaypee. too funny.

[Festvet]

body parts

[Carolina Beadhead]

body parts

Ok. Forget what I said in another thread about none of us being axe murderers...

:eek:

[ozzie]

"what's he building in there"

[AFew2Many]

The lock on the door! So much so that they reversed it so they could lock me in and I could not lock them out.

[Moon]

Between the marijuana smoke and scantly clad females, my parents quit coming into my room.

[mendelj2]

My teenage years are why my wife and I don't have kids yet... I don't want to deal with a younger me! (or her from the stories)

[sophisticated sissy]

One of my rooms had a wall that was painted black. The black wall was adorned with the Santana "Abraxas" poster. The other walls were painted in blocks of primary colors...very op art. My other poster was "Fly United"...a depiction of two geese who are migrating south while copulating, it seems. It was a huge hit with the grownups! :rolleyes:

I got that one at a place called Trivet Antiques. Trivet's was run by a B&D disciple who wore a blond Mod wig. The 2nd floor of the shop was the antiques portion of the business. The rest was clothing, shoes, posters, pipes, papers, incense, jewelry,etc., that you'd see in what was referred to as head shops in that era.

My room also was decorated with the handmade collage comprised of rock stars, Fidel ,Che, Ken Kesey & Co., and other notables of the day.

The one thing my mom hated most was a stuffed clown I bought at Trivet's . She took an immediate dislike to it. She got rid of it one day while I was at school!

If she didn't like any clothing I owned, she'd throw that out, too!