Monthly Archives: July 2016

THE DAY I FOUND OUT I HAD HALF-SIBLINGS…..

When I was in first grade, my older brother, Bill, who is eight years older,  and I rode the school bus up missile base road and got dropped off at the end of Oakdale Church Road.  From there, we walked up a dirt road to the church where Bill had his car parked.  He then drove us the rest of the way home, mostly on a dirt road.  He was too young for a license.  This one day, we were on the bus, sitting separately, when a kid asked me my name.  Thinking he was being friendly, I told him, and then he asked my brother’s name.  I told him, giving him the same last name as me.  The kid started laughing and told me that Bill had a different last name than me, and that we weren’t real brothers and sisters.  I started crying of course, since Bill was my hero.  Bill asked me what was wrong.  I told him and he came unglued on the kid, asking him if he was proud of himself.  We got off the bus and all the way to the church, Bill explained that we have different dads, but that that did not mean that we weren’t brother and sister and that he loved me just like I loved him. ( I can remember having a similar discussion with our older sister a few years later.)  I was so reassured by his words, that I don’t think I worried about this unexpected information very much. I spent most of my childhood hoping that he would think I was cool. (I think anyone with older siblings feels this kind of hero worship?) Anyway, he was and is the coolest big brother ever.  And to my younger brothers, if you ever wished I thought you were cool, I do. (Well, most of the time. There was that one time when you…..) LOL

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THE PAINTBALL INCIDENT…(WELL, ONE OF THEM)

One winter evening, when Zach was about ten or eleven, he and Mike were in the shop bonding.  Too cold out there for me.  They had gotten out the blowgun, and were blowing darts at the dartboard.  Once, when Zach was retrieving the darts, Mike sees a bucket of paintballs and fires one at Zach, hitting him on the rear end. Zach immediately starts crying and runs inside to me.   He says his dad shot him with a paintball. I immediately think he shot him from too close, not realizing he was using a blowgun. He is already starting to get a bruise.  I march out to the shop, getting pretty mad, only to have the wind taken out of my sails.  Mike says he was only using the blowgun, and that he didn’t realize it, but the paintballs are FROZEN! Lol That WILL leave a mark. #noheatoutthere

NEWBY…..

Episode 1000: This past week, we have been having some pine trees removed because they are going to pave our road and the trees were on the right of way.  The crew that was doing the cutting, had a couple of old hands, and one new guy from California. It was his first day.  They had cut several trees, when the new guy decides to take a break.  Mike turns around to find him sitting on one of the stumps.  (I’m sure Mike’s eyes bugged out) LOL He tells the guy, “I don’t think you want to sit there”.  The guy half turns toward him putting his hand on the stump.  Simultaneously, he says, “Why?” as he is lifting his hand up just dripping with sap!  LOL He had a sap ring on his behind all day long.  I’m sure his pants were probably ruined.  (city people. smh)