[SilverMoonLady]

That's it... I'm announcing a ban on growing up in my house!!!! They can stay small and cute (and their attitudes are bad enough as is!!) until I'm ready to send them to college!

[Texasgirl]

think of my parents - 3 boys, 1 girl - lots of land to have fights in...and heavy machinery.

i think some of the tears on my mom's face when they dropped me off as a freshman weren't ALL of sadness....

[wenont]

Ya think?

How's this? My parents were cursed to raise hell spawn - me.

When I was 5, I was thrown out of kindergarten.

When I was 7 I fell through a window well causing great distress, about twelve stitches in my knee, and the first gray hairs for both of them. They were still in their early 30s.

Between 7 and 16, my mother couldn't have lady friends over because I had the nasty habit (still do..) of carting in all sorts of ...ahem...critters...that would send the entire posse of crones into the ceiling chandelier.

When I was 8 I colored the WHITE kitchen walls with chocolate Bosco. That was cool. And I spent most Sundays having dish rolling contests with my next younger sister, on the dining room table, with the GOOD CHINA....

When I was in college, my mother still could not have lady friends over because I used to take my ...Ah...lab projects home to work on. So what, you might say? Well, I was a biology major and would take certain um...things home in what really were body bags of assorted sizes.

She could never be sure what she'd find when she'd go to fix them a snack or two. On more than one occasion my mom found jars of sheep eyes and rather large night crawlers in the pantry. Um...not to mention the occasional cat, frog, bird or pig carcass discretely wrapped in um...plastic wrap...

When I got married the first time there were tears in the eyes of the father-in-law, more than likely because of what my father told him his family was in for I did not let him down... .....Yup, the tears in my parents eyes were not tears of sadness by any stretch of the imagination...

[Texasgirl]

wenot, my brothers used to have psitting onctest, we would all race around courses on horses to see who was the fastest, we would go in the woods and jump across fallen trees and fences and stuff.

once, the youngest of the three decided he wanted to mow the lawn on the riding lawn mower. He didn't realize he didn't know the gears, and almost ran my middle brother over.

and when we went fishing, they would pretend try to hook ech other, and often times, when they got bored they would try to hook me.

and because the were mean to their little sister, if they cought fish, they would kill them by bashing their heads against a rock repeatedly.

and one time, they took my favorite stuffed animal, and as i was watching (and the abysitter was on the phone) they cut off her head.

and then there was the time when my oldest brother riped the phone off the wall because his girlfirend was on and my other brothers and i hadn't "told" him - when in fact we had, he just hadn't belived she was really on the phone.

when i was in 7th grade, a boy asked me out, and we started "dating" (meaning we would walk around school together). of course, once my brothers found out, they went into brother mode and threatened they would beat him up. at that point, my brothers were in 9th grade, 12th grade, and one was a sophmore in college.
we were in freaking 7th grade!!

wenot honey, those don't even amount to the thousands of stories i could tell.

[wenont]

Hey...

What can I say... I have lived a much more boring life than most here at OSA. And unfortunately, I do not have any brothers. If I did, life might have been more exciting growing up...

As luck would have it, I got stuck with two whiny, sniffling girly girls whose idea of roughing it is going without shampoo and conditioner for 8 hours...and god forbid the electricity goes out....

They have been extremely infrequesnt visitors in the 'outback' as they call where I live and think I am barnbaric because I live target shooting....with anything firing a projectile...be it a rubber band or arrow. They frown upon my being in the martial arts as it is not 'ladylike'....and when they found out I was climbing my apple trees to prune them last weekend I thought they'd need CPR....

Honestly, I would have traded a week of these two for one with a few of your brothers, hon.

Thanks for little insight on your life as a child. I think you have great fodder for millions of plot bunnies with that bunch!


Take care,

Wenont

[Texasgirl]

trust me, you'd give them back.....at least I knew (know) ways to control them. mwhahahaha!

[ghettoelleth]

Here comes Ghetto, always the competitor. I have five brothers, FIVE. At any given hour of any given day, any number but at least one of them is incarcerated somewhere in this world. Are they in jail for cool stuff like heading up some idealistic coup in some remote corner of the Yucatan? No, more like jacking the pizza delivery guy with a screw driver. My second to youngest brother, who no longer, as he calls it, "goes to college," has suddenly become the voice of reason and wants to give a good talkin' to, to my kids. I have to remind him, dude, he got detention for chewing gum, not stabbing the teacher, lose the scared straight bit. My two oldest brothers, also no longer "attending college" take the greatest delight in looking every bit the hitmen for the mexican mafia. Hair down to their butts and tattoos that say things like Vagos and Virgen de Guadalupe. I don't think either of them have jobs, they just stand around looking scary and scared people hand them their wallets (going to hell, I know) And then there's my sister, ahh, lovely girl. This is the girl who has 0, 1, 2, and 3 year old children and is too stupid to figure out what's causing it. Remember me, I'm the one whose mom's idea of "the talk" was to tell us never to get in a car with a guy who had a box of Kleenex.
By the time I was a my daughters age, my dad was deaf from being pistol whipped by a neighbor and blind from Retinitis Pigmentosa and my mom was more off than on her meds and hospitalized for schizophrenia. So basically, Lunatic 1 and Lunatic 2 raised me during my teen years. I learned two things in those years. Neither of which was how to count. 1. Hispanic Bikers never drop you off or pick you up on time for school no matter how many records you break for days in a row of after school detention 2. Ex cons are crappy algebra tutors 3. Call Pizza Hut, Dominos no longer delivers to our address 4. Your baby brother writing the word LOOK all over the house in black magic marker is a cry for help not a sign of artistic creativity 5. Dad who cannot hear you when you are standing on his feet screaming at the top of your lungs, I NEED LUNCH MONEY! is the same one who, when you whisper to your sister under your breath, puta, hears you ever damn time and has suprisingly deadly aim with a shoe for a man with a range of vision the width of a toothpick. 6. Miracle Whip, Peanut butter and hot sauce sandwiches contain all four food groups if you get your bread from the right food bank. 7. Females who work for CPS don't actually want to help you, they simply show up to give you hope then leave once they discover your teh hawt brother isn't actually 'smoking' the bong when they arrive. 8. If you have a Physics test you must pass in the morning, the police will invariably show up at your house at midnight and make you sit on the curb for three hours with your five siblings while they rearrange the furniture in a rather ecclectic fashion, hunting for the sixth. 9. In many ghetto liquor stores, food stamps are considered legal tender for items such as dixie peach hair grease, Colt 45 Malt, rolling papers, engine oil and lighter fluid, but not for things like: Milk, bread or eggs. 10. No amount of begging, pleading or money will keep your oldest brother from going to jail for beating the living crap out of his best friend for kissing 15 year old sister 11. No matter how many times you tell your pale, blue eyed Man U loving brit husband that cuñeado means brother-in-law, you will never convince him that your scary biker brothers are not calling him 'ladyboy'

I win!

[wenont]

Ok then...TG?

Dya agree? She wins...WHAT I haven't the foggiest but, yuh, I'd say she wins....

[Shanalir]

It's the "Who Has the Worst Siblings" contest, and I agree. I think Ghetto wins. Any other opinions?

[Yavanie]

I have a twin (just the one twin sister and an older s ister). They take more after Wenont's sisters. They'd get along fine. Me? you'd find me hanging out with Wenont and TG. But Ghetto could still kick all out butts and say it so, uhm, eloquently that we'd all applaud and award her the , the, the, uhm Prize. yeah for what? doesn't matter.

[DreadLadyFreya]

[Texasgirl]

damn! yeah, i think g beat me here. in our town the cheif of police was my uncle....so my brothers always HAD to stop before the line...there is no running from family.

but yeah, g wins.

[ghettoelleth]

My mother will be so proud! Finally! Those boys have managed to accomplish something.

I OWN THIS Bas*&rd! Wooo Hoooo Fear Me, TG, Fear Me.


Anybody wanna go for the, I'll bet I've got a picture of my husband doing something more idiotic than that, award?

[ghettoelleth]

What the hell, I can't resist. Let's see how many of you guys I can make cry, lol. Pictures of those who have nurtured and for the most part, perpetrated my psychosis:

Daniel, second oldest, by far worst dresser:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/ghettoelleth/DanielM2003.jpg

Ysidro, Not quite as scary looking but by far the nicer hair:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/ghettoelleth/ysidro.jpg

Then again, most of you have already seen their pics in the post office.

[wenont]

Christ, Ghetto!

Somebody beat some sense into these two! If they'd only clean up their acts SOMEBODY just might take them home and make em upstandin citizens....

Outside of Alcatraz....

Pisses me off that they have great hair, too, by the way....

Oh, and brother #1's tatoo beats mine that I am getting this summer by a bloody mile. I don't think there is any part of me that long or wide to draw upon...um...now that I lost 40 pounds anyway....