February 24, 2006


Last night was a night for Mexican food and stories. It was very relaxing - a good way to spend a Thursday night.

And kinda took me down memory lane.

I was a good kid. So everyone thought. Oh, I was charming and well mannered in public and if there was company. But.......I needed to have an outlet, some place I could let my hair down, be bad!!!

That would be "Home". All I can say is - my poor mother. Bless her heart.

I love pranks. Really - not mean ones, just those wonderful "gotchas". And I don't mind if they take a bit of planning either. Kinda adds to the excitement.

And I have always had a temper. As a kid, it was really bad. I was very self righteous and didn't take it well if someone thought to correct me on anything. Oh nonononononono. If you ain't the Mama, shut up. Period.

Add to that my intense curiosity and well - let's just say I was a bit of a challenge. Honestly, it's probably a good thing I never did have kids of my own, what with that whole "Mother's Curse" and all. YIKES! I can't imagine raising another like me!!!!!!!

So where did I go in this little trip down memory lane? Well, there was the Christmas right after Daddy died. He had bought Mama those Corelle dishes that don't break. They were wrapped up under the tree from him. It was very cool. Until Mama made the mistake of telling me there were "guaranteed" not to break. Yeah - she caught me at the top of the stairs tossing them like Frisbees. I just wanted to make sure she wasn't getting ripped off!!!! That spankin' ranks up there with the all time greats. But hey - only 3 broken plates. I consider it a successful trial!!!

There there was the way I used to torture my foster brother. He was 7 years older than I. He'd come and sit with us at night if Mama had stuff to do. And boy oh boy was he a stickler for rules. Yeah, me? Not so much.

So - I'd get in trouble then write a note saying somethin' about running away. Then I'd hide in the built in chest we had in the hall closet. It was perfect. I could grab a flashlight and a book and sit in there for hours. Meanwhile I could also hear him tearing through the house trying to find me. Muttering about how he was going to explain this to Mom. See - no one thought about looking in that chest. Hell, I was 6' at 13, who would have thought I'd even fit in there!!! When I'd hear she was home, I'd come out of hiding and just show up. Like I'd been there all along (which I had). He never did figure out what I was doing. Hehehehehe. It used to drive him crazy!

I could go on and on......I got a boat load of these stories. But I wonder - since I'm going to be gone most of the weekend - how about you share a few of YOUR favorite pranks? That might be fun! And I need some new ideas!!!!

Posted by Tammi at February 24, 2006 07:11 AM | TrackBack

Pranks? Not so much, but I've been trouble in spades.

Posted by: oddybobo at February 24, 2006 08:47 AM

Oh no. I did my story telling on the drive :D

Posted by: BloodSpite at February 24, 2006 09:58 AM

My mom would pile all of kids- there's 6 of us- into the car daily to see my grandma. Once, I hid in the woods, and Mom never noticed I wasn't in the car until she was pulling out of the drive and here I am running across the field yelling "Mama!" Here she felt terrible because she forgot one of her kids and I was being a little shit!

Posted by: Raging Mom at February 24, 2006 12:26 PM

I used to hide on the top bunk of our camper and not say anything.

Naturally, there came a time that we were at a local park and I was checking to see if the dam I had built a month before was still there (the rocks were, the dirt was long gone), anyway, my Grandma assured my Mom that I was in the top where I normally was and they took off.

I missed them by 20 feet by scrambling up a steep hillside trying to make an intercept. So.. I got to spend the next hour trying to figure out how to get home and some lady offered to take me home and I told her no. Right, like I am trusting a person I dont know. So, she grabs me (not smart, never grab a kid who can probably drag YOU off.) So while she is trying to drag me to her car I put up one hell of a racket. This other lady comes running and the soon to get thumped lady took off.

So, lady 2 called the cops who showed up and gave me a ride to where my Mom was.

Yeah, I got a royal chewing.

Posted by: Deathknyte at February 25, 2006 08:23 AM

I once fought back during a spanking. THAT was a mistake. Don't remember what it was for originally.

Posted by: LadyGunn at February 26, 2006 06:24 PM