Posts Tagged ‘don’t try this at home’

Don’t Try this at Home!

November 15, 2010

For some strange reason, this past week my children asked if I got in trouble much as a kid.  What brought on this bit of inquisitiveness, I’m not sure.  Visions of grandeur danced through my head as I recalled various adventures that I could lay on ’em.  Then I realized, no, I didn’t get in trouble that much because my older brother got in A LOT of trouble…. so I walked around the house telling my mommy, “I be good!”  Over and over and over.  And I was good.  :o)

So this happy tale emerged after much prayer and supplication:  my parents had vacated the house leaving my 13-year-old brother in charge of me (11) and our little sister (6).  We decided to be helpful and empty the garbages from upstairs…. (with ulterior motives, for sure!)… so we could burn the rubbish in the fireplace in the family room.  Fires are so exhilarating, especially when you’re home alone!  My brother lit the matches and started the newspaper tubes that we had diligently rolled up just like Dad always did.  We waited until it was nice and hot before we started adding the garbage…. which included: toilet paper tubes, kleenex, q-tips, junk mail, odds and ends…. AND…. an empty aerosol can of hairspray.   OOOooooohhhhh!

We didn’t bother closing the little chain-mail curtain because we were still loading in the trash when it happened……. quicker than bottle rockets on the 4th of July, the can exploded and shot out of the brick fireplace.  We were terrified!  We ducked for cover!  We shielded our heads and faces!  We screamed like girls!  The can hit the popcorn ceiling and then came to a smoking landing on the tri-level, multi-colored shag carpet, where it sizzled and then fizzled on the far side of the hide-a-bed couch (that I am the proud owner of to this day!) 

We waited for it to cool down before we tried to pick it up, but it was sort of stuck to the melted carpet.  My brother did pull hard enough to dislodge it and then I carefully trimmed the burned carpet to a uni-level, non-torched height.  I remember the can leaving a mark on the ceiling, but I can’t remember how we covered it up.  That was 33 years ago, okay?!  I remember thinking that we could have put someone’s eye out with the shooting hairspray can, and we never repeated that fiasco.  Safety first!  Or at least second!

Reminds me of Back to the Future when Marty tells his 1950’s parents to go easy on their future son when he burns the livingroom carpet!

Raising Boys….. what next?

January 29, 2009


I was browsing through some old pictures on the computer and every other file folder contains pictures of my boys doing stunts, teasing the dog, wearing costumes, etc.  Some of the pictures were even taken by them…. as proof that they did stupid stunts in my absence.  This first photo is one such picture.  Would I let them jump down the stairs?  No.  The only thing about this shot that made me breathe easy is in the bottom right hand corner there appears to be one of their bunk bed mattresses…. for the soft landing, of course.


I did take this shot.  It made me laugh.  We put the old washing machine out on the curb for “large garbage pick up” and the boys decided to turn it into a race car.  They stripped the “instrument panel” and spray painted it gold.  Then returned the speedometer and the other pertinent gauges.  They used masking tape to make racing stripes before spray painting the entire auto body.  It was very authentic as only one driver could get into the vehicle at a time.


Here’s a scene I happened on in our backyard.  It’s our very own border patrol.  Funny thing is, he’s in his church clothes… with his brother’s pellet gun… what was he thinking?  Who knows?  What was he shooting?  Who knows?


Before we landscaped our yard, Austin decided to dig a hole to China.  He almost made it.  He would climb in there and pull the plywood over the top and we wouldn’t know where he was for hours….  makes a mother wonder….   why buy electronic toys when you can give a boy a shovel?  We later used his hole to plant a nice plum tree. 


I thought I’d throw this one into the mix… this is my husband’s side of the bathroom counter in the master bathroom.  See anything peculiar?They never grow up, do they?