Come on yaw! They's a bunch of us that aint postin. Time to spill the beans. Tell some stories about your siblings, parents, cousins, inlaws and outlaws, or heaven forbid, about your ownself. Open up a fresh can of worms, spill the beans, let the cat out of the bag, someone's gotta be itchin to share secrets, sell someone down the river, do some squawkin, leakin, let something slip, do some squealin, snitchin, Step right up and spill your guts & divulge something humorous.
P.S. You can always do it anonymously ... unless of course you are talkin about me.. .then you have to sign in so I can make up stories about you! lol seriously tho, I would never ever do that, nah, not me
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Well, here goes Diane decided to teach me how to ride a 2 wheeler bike but I think she had another motive there were bushes on the side of the driveway (need I say more) she helped me right into the bushes with 1 push, she claims it to be an accident but I know better ;)
Love Cindy
lol, I think that I have some siblings like that too!
i guess it's the middle child syndrome we're just always gettin pick on (lol)
Cindy
Hey,
I'm not "like that"! She's just balance-challenged!
Those middle kids -always whining and trying to blame someone else.
Hey Diane where are your keys? Thought so or is that called a senior moment hahahaha and what is the best thing about an oreo cookie that's right the MIDDLE
Cindy
First kids rule, and middle kids drool!
I don't know about you Sarah, but I've always found the middle of the oreo to NOT be the best part! It's nothing without the top cookie!
Cindy, at least Diane taught you to ride...even tho it was out of fear. I guess I was about 14 before I could! Still don't like it. At about 30 yrs old, Debbey thought we should "ride" for exercise. Yeah, then she puts me on this bike that had a boys bar on it, and the seat was about 5 feet from the ground. I won't even tell you what that seat did to me cuz it pales to what the bar did when I fell. What kind of moron decided to put a bar on a bike anyway???
Sandi -- I think I literally feel your pain with the whole seat thing! Since Dylan can't tell this one, I guess I'll "out" myself with my own bike story.
Lisa, Dylan, and I had just moved into our neighborhood. After deciding that our bikes might serve a purpose, other than just looking cool, hanging in my garage, we decided a family bike ride would be fun. It was a good time, but I just couldn't get comfortable on that damn seat! I swear I had to ride side saddle, alternating cheeks as we went along! I was b**ching and moaning the whole time. We're riding down the sidewalk when I go, "Seriously, Lisa! How much worse would it be if I just took the seat off and stuck the pole in my a$$"!! As I'm finishing that sentence, I realize we are going right along a fence, which has a little kids birthday party going on, on the other side!!!! I'm sure they didn't, but it seemed like everyone stopped to look at who would say such a thing! Needless to say, they were thrilled to have such a classy new neighbor!
And just like that, another "Father of the Year" award went down the drain.......
Don't worry Cory, at least you weren't endangering your son(maybe emotionally, lol, but not physically). One time when Andrea was a newborn, she woke up in the middle of the night to be fed. I went and got her out of her crib and took her back to my bed. But when I was about to feed her, I realized that I had been carrying her upside-down!
Cory that was too funny. I actually laughed out loud. I KNOW how you felt!! You put it best DUDE!
Diane, you most definately were wore out! I'm hoping the baby was okay! Dont' feel like the lone ranger. When Jodi was a baby my Mom actually rared her leg back and "booted" her out of the bed! In her defense, she thought the dog got on the bed!! Mom was so shook up she just kept holding Jodi rockin' and patting her as she mumbled thru her tears! (that is after she ran across the room to pick her up!) Would we laugh at that? You bet your butt we would and DO!
We are armed and dangerous...with a caulk gun that is....Diane, Gail and I were playing with a boy from down the street and for some reason we caulked his head with black tar, his mom was not very happy he had to have his hair shaved, boy I think we were grounded for life.
Cindy
Ha! Ha! That's a good one! I never did THAT to a kid!! I bet he remembers it to this very day. Wish you had a picture of that kid!
what, no feathers????
now dont yaw get no ideas in July!
Geeze...I didn't know Mom kicked me out of bed. Mom I know you're reading this and I...I...sniff...sniff...for-for-forgive...you...
Oh well, I guess that explains a few things.
Cindy, you calked a kid's head??? D'oh boy, I don't even know what to say to that except...You calked a kid's head???
FUNNY STUFF!
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