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xSamhainx
Paws of Doom
Joined: 11 Sep 2002
Posts: 2192
Location: San Diego |
Thanks DTE, for your kind words = ]
a wise man once said, "the blessing which men flee from is death". I dunno, maybe it was a character in an RPG or something, but it seemed profound at the time. I dont know about the mobile home thing, I think Im going to be more like Ted Kaczinsky and go build a shack out in the woods after a certain amount of time passes and my disenchantment with civilization finally reaches it's peak.
But yes, I had a great b'day, Mama Sam and a few others in the family took me out to dinner, it was very good. She always has to start telling all kinds of old tales, like the "golf story", its funny. I was pretty young, like 5 or 6, and I had seen many toon characters on tv playing golf and yelling the obligatory "FORE!" as they made their shots. I wanted to play golf too, so I dug a hole in the lawn, and grabbed a bunch of these little wiffle balls and a bat and got golfing. I thought they were yelling "HORE!" tho, and was out on the front lawn doing what I thought golfers do, yelling "HORE!" at the top of my lungs before every shot I took. I got in trouble for the hole in the lawn, but was utterly confused as to what a hore was and why she was so upset about me yelling it out in our front yard, and why I finally got smacked good the next time I said it a couple days later. It's hard to explain that sort of thing to a child, so she let her hand do the talking and I got the message ='.'=
She also told a great story of when little bratty cousin Steven came over, and this kid had no respect at all, he was a total brat. She wasnt going to go slapping a kid that wasnt her own, but he was asking for it big time. We had been out swimming all morning, and were hungry as heck arond lunchtime. Sitting down to eat a PB&J, Steven informed Mom he "wouldnt eat a sandwich with crusts on it", and kinda "sent it back to the kitchen" for her to de-crust it. He was generally a spoiled, rude little brat, there was no "please" or other such polite terms in his vocabulary, he was used to ordering his parents around, and he thought he could do the same with Mama Sam. I could see how pissed she was at this snotty little brat, so she started eating his sandwich and took the end pieces of the loaf of bread and made him his sandwich of that instead. Nothing but crust! Worse yet, he couldnt go swimming again until he ate it! I was out there splashing around in the pool having a great old time, and there he sat on the patio weeping bitterly, staring at his heel sandwich. Defeated, he finally saw through his tears to eat it, and was out playing a while later. I had went thru similar trials so I knew not to test her, if Mama Sam didnt take it out of your hide directly, she would certainly make sure you otherwise would dread crossing her!
Yep, it was a rough childhood of dishes done after dinner, and bed made before school. If I flip out and commit some horrible crimes in the future, this post will bear witness to a glimpse of the horrors that made me so.
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“Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving.”-Mark Twain |
Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:57 pm |
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