We got in a neighborhood war with my grandmother Camilla bushes buds. She was furious when she saw that the bushes that she had been petting all season were picked clean of buds and there would be no flowers that season. They made perfect bombs. I cannot remember my grandmother ever getting angry at me except over the Camilla bud war.
aren't they like....huge!
do they have an odor or squish or anything like that when thrown at somebody?
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Wherefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath [James 1:19]
I grew up in a nice town that perserved the outdoor areas. Oak trees were preserved even on house site building lots. It was an ACORN factory. Every day after school (September) we would collect acorns in what we called ACME bags. These were the paper bags that groceries were packed in.
The collection phase lasted 1-2 weeks and was communial.
Very pretty green/yellow acorns plus many all brown acorns with a splash of yellow (God even makes ACORNS beautiful). De-capped and dumped into the doubled grocery bag until the bag was bulging.
With 2-4 bags collected, we split up into two teams on opposite sides of the road and commenced to rain down our oak-based ordinance. The number of times I was hit in the face, head, and neck, yet without eye injury was miraculous.
I wonder if it was just because of the absence of malice?
Don't get me wrong, each battle probably sent one or more "little Johnnies" home crying, but the walk home was fairly long so you could basically recover before reaching mom (who would never let you back out because it was almost dinner!).
Reminds me of the time my older brother was in our peach orchard with me. We had been playing wiffle ball and mom had told us to clean up our stuff when we were through. There was a clearing between the house and the orchard that had an old rusty drain pipe laying in it.
I was walking past my brother as he lifted it. He said move ** (my name)! But being the youngest of four and spoiled very obstinate I didn't. He swung that thing around and knocked me right upside the temple.
Boing! I stopped for a minute. Put my hand to my head. Pulled it down and saw the blood. And then I started wailing.
Remember when they had those tabs you had to pull completely off the can? We used to pull them off, drop them into the can, then drink the pop (you know... "soda").
Think of the germs! But SODA tasted better when you put the tab in..LOL!
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I don't know if they would have been called terry cloth but I had what I think was called a "guaze" material shirt. Man, I thought I was some kind of gift to the women . This tight fitting shirt pulled around my scrawny biceps and triceps.
My mom told me POINT BLANK when she saw that thing in the laundry hamper...if its going to get ironed, you'll be the one doing it. Its can be very hard being a gift!
I'll bet!
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Reminds me of the time my older brother was in our peach orchard with me. We had been playing wiffle ball and mom had told us to clean up our stuff when we were through. There was a clearing between the house and the orchard that had an old rusty drain pipe laying in it.
I was walking past my brother as he lifted it. He said move ** (my name)! But being the youngest of four and spoiled very obstinate I didn't. He swung that thing around and knocked me right upside the temple.
Boing! I stopped for a minute. Put my hand to my head. Pulled it down and saw the blood. And then I started wailing.
He got his butt whupped cause I didn't move!
HAHA!!!!
That is so funny and so true. My parents used to do the same kind of thing!!
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Reminds me of the time my older brother was in our peach orchard with me. We had been playing wiffle ball and mom had told us to clean up our stuff when we were through. There was a clearing between the house and the orchard that had an old rusty drain pipe laying in it.
I was walking past my brother as he lifted it. He said move ** (my name)! But being the youngest of four and spoiled very obstinate I didn't. He swung that thing around and knocked me right upside the temple.
Boing! I stopped for a minute. Put my hand to my head. Pulled it down and saw the blood. And then I started wailing.
He got his butt whupped cause I didn't move!
HAHA!!!!
Yes, but he was the older one and KNEW BETTER!
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A teen-aged boy with near perfect vacuuming ability and bed-making precision?! Wow! That would be a fairly rare phenomenon.
Decided to get out of the serious heavy weight discussion and have a little fun today, eh Bro. Pew?
Not teenage, more in the 4-6th grade range (Sis left the house as high school graduate).
I can not explain why I really liked perfect vacuum lines in my parent's first every "Wall-to-wall" carpetted living room. I once even tried to make all the carpet nap go one direction and then the next row come back the opposite (this required making a physical turn at the row's end. )
I had some sort of rare bed-making skill, nurse's corners from a very young age. I think my mother showered so much praise for the finished product (that actually was virtually indistinguishable from her own), that it seemed worthwhile for the minimal effort it took.
Making beds became a kind of currency in our home. My brother and I bet on just about everything from Skittle Bowl to Ping Pong. The loser often had to pay off in days of bed making. With his four year head-start on life, I guess I lost enough to become very well practiced in the process of reconciling my debt.
and yea.... a little departure from the responsibilities of being an adult is a welcomed distraction.
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. This tight fitting shirt pulled around my scrawny biceps and triceps.
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