June 28, 2007

Shooter in the house!

I would have sworn I had posted about my sister shooting me in the head. But I can't seem to find it.

The good news is it gives me something to post about today. :-)

The bad news? Not sure I can tell it "quickly". Sorry.

Ok - it was the summer of '73. Daddy had been gone almost a year and I was getting ready to turn 11. Dee was 6.

We were over at Daddy's best friend's house, our Uncle Bobby Fishhook, since Mama was helping him straighten out his garage.

Now, we girls were never around guns. Daddy always kept his locked up away from us and, with the majority of the family Amish, not many around to get into trouble with.

So....Mama is out in the garage with Uncle Bobby. Dee and I are watching TV. I'm in the recliner, because I'm the oldest and it's what ever I say. She.....is doing what she normally does. Make me crazy.

She's pickin' Pickin' PICKIN'. Pushin' the rocker forward, pullin' my hair, tappin' my shoulder - til I finally just turned around and popped her one.

That stopped things for about a minute.

Then I felt something up against the right side of my head. Just behind and above my ear. So I swat it with my hand. Huh. It's metal. So I turn. I'm looking down the barrel of a gun.

Now, first - it was a pump action pellet gun. However it was fully pumped. Uncle Bobby had it sittin' in the corner to shoot rabbits with. He didn't know we were comin' so never thought to put it up. Plus, we girls knew better. Well, at least I did.

I told Dee to put that damned thing down before she hurt someone, then turned back around and continued watching TV. Pretty soon I feel it back up against my head. This time there was a loud noise with it.

I told her to put that down before Mama came in and kicked BOTH our asses. (and yes, I did curse that badly at 11)

Pretty soon she's back, pickin' at my hair. I lost it. I jump out of the chair yellin'. What Are You Doing?!?!>!

That's when she tells me I'm bleeding and she was trying to clean it up.

Tammi: Ohhh GREAT!!! Now you're gonna get it. You just WAIT til Mama hears you shot me in the head!! Stomping out to garage

Tammi: Mama? Mama?!? MAMA!!!
Mama: Stop. Yelling! What do you want?
Tammi: Dee shot me in the head, we gotta go to the hospital.

And I proceeded to go over and wait by the car.

Now, this part is funny and I only hope I can describe it well enough.

Mama is driving. I'm in the front passenger seat. Dee is in the back seat behind me, and Uncle Bobby is behind Mama.

Tammi: I'm kinda sleepy, I'll just take a quick nap.
Mama: No!! No Sleeping (slapping me)
Dee: (crying in the back seat) I'm sorry Mama, I'm soooo sorry.
Mama; (reaching into back seat to slap Dee) Oh, you have no idea about sorry yet, young lady. You just wait.
Uncle Bobby: I never thought. I just never thought.
Mama: Larry? (his real name) Shut up. This isn't about you....

And on and on it went. The entire 30 minute drive to the hospital.

Now, I need to tell you it never hurt. Not at all. Until they gave me the local. Yeah, that would be about the time Mama was wishin' I had never had voice lessons, cause I can do me some screamin'.

Oh, and as I mentioned I still have problems from it. There are bits of bone and pellet that they couldn't try to remove. It's floating between the brain and the skull. My blood pressure goes up? Yep.....it's a headache. Never fails. Thank GOODNESS I deal with stress better than I used to.

Anyway - it made the local paper. I was a bit of a celebrity for a few minutes. AND I have GREAT ammo with Dee. Cause you know damned well, I have NEVER let her forget that.....

Posted by Tammi at June 28, 2007 06:11 AM | TrackBack

the best line.

"Tammi: Ohhh GREAT!!! Now you're gonna get it. You just WAIT til Mama hears you shot me in the head!! Stomping out to garage"

freaking had me cracking up...

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at June 28, 2007 08:05 AM

Did your sister change her name to April Moylan?


Posted by: Harvey at June 28, 2007 08:41 AM

I'm sorry you still have problems from it, but how funny!! The bit in the car? I don't know your family, but I could just see your Mama slapping you and your sister! ROFL!!!

Posted by: pam at June 28, 2007 09:51 AM

Geez, and I thought I had it bad when my sister tried to set my hair on fire.

(Little sisters are SUCH a pain in the ass...I mean head!)

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 28, 2007 12:28 PM

I'm sorry your sister shot you, but ROFL, Tammi! First, she shoots you, and you stomp out to the garage with, "Now you're gonna get it. You just WAIT til Mama hears you shot me in the head!!" "Mama!! Dee shot me in the head, we gotta go to the hospital." THEN you have just been SHOT IN THE HEAD, and your mama is SLAPPING YOU! "No!! No Sleeping!"

I'm so glad you told this story.

Posted by: sarahk at June 28, 2007 02:00 PM

Well, that explains a lot... *G, D, RLH*

Posted by: Laughing Wolf at June 28, 2007 04:31 PM

OMG! I, too, am so sorry you still have some problems with it but CRIPES... the way you told the story was PRICELESS! I guess I shouldn't mention that I am the youngest? That reminds me of something I should post about what I did to MY sister!

Posted by: Lemon Stand at June 28, 2007 05:49 PM

Everything makes so much sense now. Wow.

Posted by: Contagion at June 28, 2007 06:04 PM

I accidentally (and it truly was an accident) shot my big brother with a bb gun.
I hit him in the shoulder, but he was wearing a pretty thick jacket.
That earned me a very painful lesson in gun safety from my uncle. It was effective...I've never shot anyone since. Except for the occasional hobo, of course.

Posted by: Brian the sailor at June 28, 2007 06:56 PM

When I was 10, my mother and the four kids picked up my father after work. He put his tools in the back of the stationwagon (where my 4 yr. old brother was playing) then proceeded to drive us home. He was bugging the three of us siblings in the back seat, so I started smacking him around from time to time, being incouraged by my brother and sister. We were all laughing when the next thing I know, I'm lying on the floor of the car with everyone trying to stop the bleeding. It seems that my little brother pulled out my fathers lathing hatchet and hit me in the back of the head. That would not be the last time he got back at us from time to time.

Posted by: Jay at June 28, 2007 09:34 PM

Quite a tale. Glad you're ok. :)

Maybe there should be a 5 day waiting period before someone can talk to your sister.

Posted by: jimmyb at June 29, 2007 02:01 AM

You sure nothing fell out?
('cause I'm not...)

:ducks and runs:

Posted by: _Jon at June 29, 2007 06:50 AM

I can't believe I missed this story!! Holy cow!

Posted by: Richmond at July 2, 2007 05:51 PM
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