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May 8th 2008
Karen HawkinsOn Writing!
My daughter is always sending me fun youtube links to crazy stuff. She knows I love to laugh and be amazed, and she’s sent me some good stuff.
The other day, she sent me this link. Check out what these youthful, obviously well-insured guys did to stave off boredom: (It’s a youtube link, so give it a moment to load.)
I must say, it made me remember certain events I witnessed/participated in during my younger days. Before, of course, I knew about oh, death, paralysis, and such.
Did you and your friends ever goof off in silly ways when you were younger and less worried about losing an eye or mangling a limb? Did you push boundaries back then you’d never think of pushing now? And did you think the guy who back-flipped into his pants was going to plant his feet right into best friends’ faces?
Can we say OWIE?
As for what I did in college and high school to kill valuable time before I became aware of my own mortality . . . you tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.
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Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 6:20 am #
ummm yeah, I think we are all guilty of goofing off in potentially harmful ways. even if you think at the time “I’ll be fine!”
My brothers and I used to hang out in the back field a lot. They were 18, 13 and I was around 11.
So we set a fire and sat around talking. my stupid brother Brian throws some stuff into the fire then casually says, I just threw a bullet in to see what it would do. It’s a shotgun round from our dad’s rifle collection.
We all ran in different directions. I ran staright into the woods, my brother Makr headed behind the barn and Brian into it. It was a metal barn. the bullets pinged around in there like a ping pong ball. Then said stupid brother scares us silly by shouting I’ve been shot. he lied.
We told on him. That was in the days of a good hard spanking. ahh the good old days when he got into trouble
As for me…let me think, and I’ll get back to you..giggle
I was perfect..hahahahahaha yeah-don’t believe it!
Ellen on 08 May 2008 at 6:28 am #
Before I grasped my own mortality, I would take my life into my own hands every time I left the dorm. You see, I was part of the generation of tight jeans. Not snug; T I G H T!
I would lie down on my bed and use a wire hanger to pull up the zipper on slightly damp jeans. This caused the denim to act as a second skin while at the same time, cutting off all circulation to the brain.
But let’s face it…I was in college; who needed a brain?
Ellen on 08 May 2008 at 6:43 am #
I forgot to mention that my tight jean look was completed with four inch heels in outrageous colors, which contributed to broken ankles or, on a good day, a Gawd awful fall in public.
And then there was hair and make-up. Beauty had a price. I have the burn marks on my scalp from a curling iron to prove it. Back then, nobody was concerned with allergens and long term effects on the ozone. I wore so much hair spray, that fat kid, Al Gore, use to stalk me.
So there you have it. Tight, circulation-cutting jeans, citron colored sado heels, raccoon eyes and chemically solid Farrah Faucett hair…on the disco floor.
That’s right; while in a state of oxygen depleted delirium, some guy would be redefining centrifugal force by spinning you around at warp speed to Donna Summers “Last Dance.”
Ah, the good ole days.
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 6:46 am #
Margaret, how funny! My dad once told me that he and his cousin used to shoot each other with bb guns. SHOOT EACH OTHER. This happened over a period of time until my dad snuck up on his cousin who was skinny dipping in a pond and, you guessed it, shot him in the butt — and the bb didn’t just bounce off like from a distance, but went into his skin and he had to have a doctor remove. I don’t know what, exactly, happened after that, because all my dad would say was, “Pop made sure I never did that again” so I suspect the good ole arse whoppin’ commenced!
Ellen, I am laughing SO HARD at the image of someone using a hanger to pull up the zipper on their jeans! Holy schmoley, that must have been a sight! I’m glad you’re ok, though — you could have lost a leg due to lack of circulation!!!!
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 6:51 am #
ummm Karen, that wasn’t Margaret..that was ME!!!
On an I might regret this moment, I’m colouring my hair back to my original colour and cutting it! I’m sitting with French Roast L’Oreal on my head right now.
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 6:51 am #
Ellen, at least said guy knew you wouldn’t get light headed since all of the blood had already been mooshed into your upper body. If you tried that in a loose skirt, there’s no telling what might have happened.
One (of the many) thing I did when in high school that I’d never do now for fear of oh, dieing, is ride in the trunk of my friend’s car. I grew up in the country and not everyone had a car. So come movie night, we’d all pile and in some of us smaller people would have to ride in the trunk. With the lid closed. Sometimes there’d be two of us in there.
We thought it was great fun, of course. The worst part was that we were trusting our hard-living, trick-playing friends to let us out . . . and there were times they threatened not to, or would pretend to forget us and walk away, too. We’d scream and they’d laugh and let us out. And like the true teenagers we were, the next time movie night came, in we’d go. Now, the thought just makes me shudder!
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 6:59 am #
That YouTube video is such a guy thing. LOL You’d never catch a sane female doing something like that. They do things that make much more sense. Like wearing a ton of makeup, too tight jeans and inhaling hair spray fumes by the gallon. LOL
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 6:59 am #
Kathy, I’m sorry! I got your Cookeedough and Margaret’s Cookeemama mixed up.
Mea culpa! I can’t help it though — every time I see the word ‘cookee’ I get hungry and thus distracted. 
Btw, I looove Frecnh Roast L’Oreal! I’ve used the Feria French Roast for many, many years because it most closely matches my real color. Sometimes, though, just for fun, I’ll go with Chocolate Cherry.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 6:59 am #
Off topic, but thought you all would like to watch this show if you don’t already know about it. pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/ No show could be bad with Dame Judi Dench in it. I’m just sorry I missed Sunday night’s first episode. It’s called “Cranford”
As for young foolishness, I can’t remember doing anything other than speeding around the country side in my 1952 red convertible. And I do mean speeding. Close to 100mph. And country side as in rural TX. Which was very rural back in the day. That was my rebelliousness. I have found that, the older I get, the less envelope pushing I want to do. Or do at all. The closer I get to the end of life, the more I’m aware of how precious it is and that I’m not anywhere near ready to shove off.
I did the movie night trunk loading too, Karen. Especially on $1 per carload nights. Oh my. I never was in the trunk due to claustrophobia. I drove. TG!
Lisa H on 08 May 2008 at 7:02 am #
In my experience, college boys put more effort into getting a person’s pants OFF than trying new ways to put them on!
When I was in High School I dressed like Ellen (and did she insinuate big hair is no longer in????) but in addition to walking around in skin tight jeans, and spike heels, I drove like Mario Andretti. Thank God I was never killed or hurt anyone else. I was a crazy, take chances driver! The good thing was, I never drank, but still the chances I took were horrible.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 7:03 am #
Here’s another one for you. Was the 60’s your decade. Doesn’t matter. This is a fabulous web site. A teacher friend of mine does something she calls Decades in her senior high classes. They put together videos at the end of the year. This isn’t one of them as far as I know. I think she found it in her research. Whatever, it’s very nostalgic. Enjoy and remember when you were young and foolish.
http://objflicks.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 7:04 am #
Oh, Margaret! I love Judy Dench. Have you seen the Prime Suspect series? I bought it for my guy after he mentioned it (about a million times) and it’s just wonderful. She’s an amazing actress.
I forgot about the trunk loading during the drive-in movie days. We used to do it then, too. And once or twice to the mall, though not so often because of the hair-getting-mussed issue and that’s NOT cool at the mall.
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 7:11 am #
Margaret, I caught the first episode of Cranford.
I am a Masterpiece theater fan. Any thing that they put on, I’ll watch. But to see Judy Dench as a nice person instead of the mean matriarch is a joy!
Did you see Our Mutual Friend a few yrs back? wow!
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 7:14 am #
hair colour turned out great! now to cut it…yes I do it myself. the only other person I trust to do my hair lives in another province and she isn’t a stylist anymore.
I’m a former stylist so I trust myself and have no one sels to blame if I screw up!
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 7:33 am #
Here we’re talking about risky behavior and Kathy is cutting her own hair. THAT’s risky behavior. How do you do the back?
Speaking of risky behavior, my son’s friend was riding on the hood of a car in a field going ’round and ’round, when the guy driving the car slammed on the brakes . . . just for fun. And whoosh, off Josh went. And landed on his knees. And broke them both.
I was with my son when Josh called. The conversation went something like this:
“Dude! What’s up! . . . What? (looks surprised) . . . You’re kidding! (Starts to grin) . . . Did you-. . . (chuckles) BOTH knees?. . BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, stop it! Stop it! Don’t tell me anything else! I’ll call you later! I have to pee!”
dbrown3400 on 08 May 2008 at 8:03 am #
Doesn’t that video make you wonder how many times those guys fell on their collective arses before finally making into their jeans? Just sayin’.
One thing I remember from my distant youth is stuffing a bunch of us in a Corvette Fastback and having a difficult time getting out. One girl really twisted an ankle she was in such a weird position. I forget if their were five or six of us but the inside of that car is small!
I drove a car at 140 mph on I44 INSIDE town late at night when I was 19 or 20. It was an exhilerating feeling but oh so stupid. Not only could I have been pulled over by a cop, but I could have crashed the car and been killed or seriously injured. There were no other cars on the road, but still . . . STUPID.
Donna
KariE on 08 May 2008 at 8:09 am #
LOL, Karen!!! This is a typical boy response. Too bad I would have reacted the same way.
I think I feared for my life when getting caught sneaking in and out of windows or being somewhere I wasn’t supposed to.
I kept thinking, while watching the video, that they were going to hurt their ….twig and berries. I could never do that. The back flip was the best!!
Kathy- I envy you being able to cut your own hair!! I’m too chicken to color my hair. The one and only time I have ever done it it was with a 28 day wash out type. I think I am scared of change. Hence, long brown hair that never gets cut or colored. Kudos to you!!!
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 8:09 am #
OMG!!!! that isn’t funny!
when my nephew was a teen, he was a passenger in a car that flipped a few times end over end, and spun around on it’s roof. everyone was wearing seatbelts- it’s a hugely enforced law here- they all laughed that they were absoloutely fine and called their parents.
My sister shook and shuddered for a year retelling that tale.
I used to willingly be a passenger in a truck that the driver would try to drive at full speed up a verticle hill. no seatbelts. hot guy.
We we so lucky that thing did not flip!
I heard he now drives a Hummer.
As for my hair, I have a nice bright bathroom and a big hand mirror.
Sometimes I’ll miss a few strand, but my hair is really wavy, so it hides a lot of mistakes. Then the next time I’m at my sis’s, I’ll walk her through fixing it.
SuzyQ on 08 May 2008 at 8:15 am #
OK, I’m surprised Levi’s doesn’t adopt that video for a commercial. And Margaret, the reason you don’t see females doing that is because we need a lot more force to get those pants on - like um, jump from a bridge perhaps? Just ask Ellen - she knows!
Speaking of riding on car hoods, we used to do that too. At the high school parking lot we had this small hill from the upper lot to the lower lot and it was nicknamed Helicopter Hill. That’s because if you started at the lower lot and floored the car to the upper lot you would get your car airborne. Yes, the guys used to like to pretend they were the Dukes of Hazzard and we just went along for the ride.
doglady on 08 May 2008 at 8:25 am #
Does driving down Highway 31 in Hoover, Alabama at 55 mph moving from one convertible to another count? We had to do some fast talking when the police showed up.
We also did a midnight raid at the local Shoney’s where we unbolted the Big Boy out front and took him for a ride to our high school where we hoisted him up on top of the cafeteria. Let me tell you, riding in the back of a pickup trying to keep Big Boy from falling out is living dangerously!
I also road on the back of my then boyfriend’s chopper when he drove it off a bridge into the local creek on purpose! It was a dare. We survived unscathed. The chopper, not so much.
doglady on 08 May 2008 at 8:25 am #
You do realize that the last words of most rednecks are “Hey, y’all! Watch this!”
Sabrina Jeffries on 08 May 2008 at 8:41 am #
Okay, I think when boys hit puberty, some entity removes their brain and replaces it with a dirty sock.
My husband, Mr. Cautious and Careful, just told me that he and his buddies used to put firecrackers in bottles to watch them explode. Flying glass–yee-hah!!!
I do remember one thing I did, though, when I was about 11. We were on vacation at the beach, and there was a huge influx of jellyfish. We couldn’t swim, since, as far as the eye could see, there were jellyfish. So to entertain ourselves, my girlfriend and I played with the dead jellyfish. We even put jellyfish under thin layers of sand on the beach and waited for people to walk on them and get stung. Fortunately for us (and them), we didn’t realize that the stinging part of a jellyfish is on the underside, not the cap. It’s a miracle we didn’t get stung to death!
cail on 08 May 2008 at 9:03 am #
you guys are crazy!
i really don’t think I have any stories like this, other than the neon colored hair in HS and in college. I used to dye my hair various shades of red and pink until it started to take more than 2 boxes to cover it all. Nowadays it would probably take 4 boxes of the home stuff to dye it to completion.
now i feel like i should go and hop in a pick up and go mud slinging or something… anyone know where i can find a pickup and mud within 30 miles of NYC?
SheridanLA on 08 May 2008 at 9:11 am #
Oh, lawdy.. where do I start?!?! to name a few…
blackcat and bottle rocket wars - usually in the grass field or using hay bales as bunkers…
Playing “superhero” and jumping out of the 2nd story windows when we were “Flying”
Greasing the bottom of our sleds and seeing if we could stop or get off the sled before you hit the partially frozen over pond at the bottom (so much FUN!!
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riding in the back of pickups on the way to some destination
we also had this pool when I was a kid.. it was enclosed by glass with this canvas roof that you could open and close.. we thought it would be AWESOME to get on the roof and jump in. So, we climbed up there.. to make it in the (6ft deep) pool.. you had to clear the wires that supported the canvas roof, then out about 4′ to clear the flagstone around the pool. Mom said she came in from the kitchen to see our little 8-9 year old bodies flying into the pool. it was awesome.. till she saw us, of course. heh
these are highlights..
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 9:12 am #
Sabrina, the sad thing is that too many boys never outgrow the dirty sock and become guys isntead of men.
>And Margaret, the reason you don’t see females doing that is because we >need a lot more force to get those pants on - like um, jump from a bridge >perhaps? Just ask Ellen - she knows! - SuzyQ
Oh yeah. I forgot. I’d have to jump from the Empire State Building.
SheridanLA on 08 May 2008 at 9:12 am #
ooh. and I remember the 80s with the über tight Gloria Vanderbilts and Calvin Kleins.. the HUGE hair (and being that I was in TX then, it had to be bigger then the normal big hair we had.. heheh)
thank goodness for the coat hangers and baby powder for those jeans!
SheridanLA on 08 May 2008 at 9:18 am #
doglady.. my brother did the same thing - but with Ronald McDonald… 7 ft of weird red clown… my mom came in and opened his bedroom door the next morning to see Ronald there in his room… I almost peed my pants when I went in and saw it.. i am still trying to figure out how he and his friend got it out of the playland.. they had to clear over a 7′ fence, then into the pickup.. He just said it was not easy.
the Big Boy on the cafeteria.. nice job!!
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 9:23 am #
Kids nowadays think they invent whatever dangerous/foolish thing they are doing. Like hood surfing & trunk packing.
Does anyone remember Volkswagen packing? I never did it but read about it in Life magazine. My generation was into phone booth packing. I didn”t do that either. The old claustrophobia thing. I get chills just thinking about doing it.
My mother, who was born in 1907, broke her arm jumping out of a barn hay loft with an umbrella while trying to fly.
That just proves there’s nothing new under the sun. It just gets packaged differently.
Lisa H on 08 May 2008 at 9:23 am #
Sabrina- touching dead jellyfish? Yuck!
SuzyQ on 08 May 2008 at 9:24 am #
Sheridan - the greasing of the sled reminded me of what we used to do with the slide. Back in the day, the slides we had on the playground - which was pavement, not the rubbery stuff they have today - were made of metal. We used to slide down with pieces of waxed paper on our butts for several times. Then we’d slide down without it and go flying! Gosh - how many skinned knees and elbows I had!
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 9:27 am #
You all are scaring the heck out of me today. My 17 yr old rugby playing granddaughter is the type who would try any and all of these things. Unfortunately, she’s way too much like her old Nana. She doesn’t have her DL yet. I may have to stand in the doorway and bed the license guy to not give her one.
This is the same child who forced her way onto the high school football team this past fall and the boy’s wrestling team the year before. Poor old conservative Hempfield will never be the same. ROTFL!!! That’s my girl.
LauraR on 08 May 2008 at 9:54 am #
Margaret, you can watch Cranford online until May 23. So far they’ve only got the first episode link activated.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/cranford/watch.html
Kim on 08 May 2008 at 10:05 am #
OMG, you are all brave! My brother cured me of being dangerous at a young age. He put me in more daredevil situations than I’d care to remember.
I think the worst thing I did as a teen was make aqua net flame throwers and I use to drag race. Always against this idiot in a POS dodge dart and yes, I always won
cail on 08 May 2008 at 10:11 am #
oh! i just remembered something. i used to put me and my brother in our little red wagon and prop up pieces of plywood and send the wagon down it. Lil’ Bro ended up in the ER after one of those adventures with a big gash on his forehead. Boy did I feel bad.
Claudia Dain on 08 May 2008 at 10:55 am #
I was never a daredevil. I’ve got the cautious gene buried deep within me.
I remember one time, when I was nine, the boy who lived across the street from me said, “You wanna strip?”
I looked him in the eyes, felt the caution monster growling in my gut, said, “What’s strip? What does that mean?”
He grinned and said, “Do it and find out.”
That’s all I needed to hear. “No.”
“Come on. Do it!”
“No.”
“Are you chicken?”
“You’re a jerk,” I answered, looking him over in cool nine-year old superiority.
This is my life in a nutshell.
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 11:06 am #
Margaret. ypu’re going to BED the drivers license guy? In the DOORWAY? Wow. That’s serious!
Sheesh, you guys are soooo making me remember things I should forget. Yes, I did the volkswagon packing thing. AND Chinese Firedrills (Why are those called that, btw?). AND bottle rockets in glass bottles, and sled rides down a hill right into a group of trees (as if you can steer a sled at 50 mph), and swinging as high as we could and then jumping at the top . . . whew!
Did I mention the time we had a bon fire for July 4th and the new bf of an old friend did the red neck “Watch this!” cry and tossed a paper bag FILLED with firecrackers and rockets into the fire? We all went running, some into the woods, some into the lake, some out on the dock — one person ended up with a burn mark on their leg, and the rest of us were not happy. Needless to say, we never invited him back. What WAS he thinking?
Kim, what’s an aqua net flame thrower? Is that where you light the hairspray stream on fire?
Sheridan LA on 08 May 2008 at 11:30 am #
mmmm Aqua net flamethrower.. those are awesome.. we also used to spray the aqua net on our jeans leg and light em.. the fabric did not catch, but it looked cool. We would also quickly write something on the wall with the hairspray then light it.. fire is fun.
I also used aqua net for the fuel in my tater cannon… worked awesome. I could shoot a potato 100+ yards
is it good or bad that not all things were in my childhood? I still do wacky stuff like that. you only live once. heheheh
PJ on 08 May 2008 at 11:58 am #
Good Lord! Y’all were the fun kids my mama never let me hang out with. Yes, I admit it. I was a dull, boring good girl. About the worst thing I ever did was get drunk on cherry sloe gin in somebody’s orchard. Oh, except for speeding. I was real good at that. You probably don’t want to buy your 19 year old kid a Firebird 400 with a speedometer that goes up to 180, especially when said kid lives in the country with way too many straightaways. I think the highest I got that baby up to was around 128 mph. Sweet!
Margaret, love that 60’s link! Wow, did that ever bring back the memories.
Ann in IL on 08 May 2008 at 12:05 pm #
Karen,
I’m so glad you caught that typo too. I had to spit out my lasagna to keep from choking. Our DMV guys are nasty, greasy looking fellas………wouldn’t want to bed them.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 12:06 pm #
Karen H said “Margaret. ypu’re going to BED the drivers license guy? In the DOORWAY? Wow. That’s serious!”
Ulp. Those darned typos will get you every time. I meant beg, of course. However, I could threaten to bed him. That might scare him into it.
Sheridan, I think your guardian angel must have been exhausted by the time you grew up. I hope you’re giving her a break now and again.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 12:11 pm #
PJ, glad you liked the 60’s link. I was a young mother/wife at the time. I remembered so many of those things. My daddy had one of the first Polaroids. He is where I get my love of new tech things from. And he had one of the first transistor radios. The thing was huge and weighed about 20-25 lbs. But you could take it to the beach or the pool and be cool & happening. I wish I could look at my teacher friends Decades thing. She does this every year with her seniors. I think it’s a big part of their grades. Too bad for the Gillette, WY school system that she’s retiring in a couple of weeks.
Yaya on 08 May 2008 at 12:12 pm #
Well first I have to say that I did a lot of stupid things as a child and as a teenager. That said one of those instances that stick out in my mind is when I stuck a penny in my eye. I was 10 at the time ( old enough to know better). I idolized my older sister. We are almost 3 yrs a part. i was one always sent along with them to keep them in check. She and my girl cousins where always doing teen stuff and I wasnt allowed in because I would always caved under my mom’s questioning. My sis had been going on about a shiny new penny just to tease me. I went and got another put it in my eye telling her she probably couldnt do that. Fast forward 1 hr I end up in the ER for having a swollen eye with an infection that could make me blind in one eye. The eye was almost swollen shut but they able to get me medication and my eyesight was saved.
I think I already told this story but one time I was grounded and I sneaked out just to get back at my mom for grounding me. I ended up in a ..continues
Ann in IL on 08 May 2008 at 12:14 pm #
This blog certainly confirms that my youth was DULL and BORING.
The “wildest” thing I can remember about highschool was watching the nuns try on their short habits while we hid in the corridor across the courtyard. It was 1968 and times were changing fast. First they changed back to their “real” names then shortened their skirts.
Sounds pretty pathetic, doesn’t it?
Yaya on 08 May 2008 at 12:14 pm #
continued……….cop car being escorted home, ( with lights ) and a city curfew ticket to got to court.
Needless to say I was grounded even more.
Karen Rose on 08 May 2008 at 12:24 pm #
Can we say “too much time on their hands”? When I was in college I worked a job 30 hours a week and pulled a full + load in engineering school. I was way too tired to do anything that criminally stupid. Gives me a twitch.
Besides - I’m wondering if they’ve damaged their male parts doing something that dumb. If I were a young college girl I’d be a little worried that those pants-jumping idiots wouldn’t be able to go the distance … if you know what I mean.
colinfirthfan on 08 May 2008 at 12:24 pm #
The only thing I did was find different ways to get up on to the roof of my grandma’s house (which didn’t involve a ladder of course) and jump off into a 5ft high pile of sand. I also encouraged my 10 and 8 year old cousins to follow 12 year old me off the roof. The roof was at least 20 ft off the ground - we just had to aim right and no broken bones!
I didn’t do any of the car things though I still speed!
SuzanneE - I just got back to Nor Cal from your neck of the woods. We went to Universal Studios and DisneyLand. Nice weather to be waiting in lines. Normally it is the middle of summer!
I met Matt Damon….. OK his cardboard cu out. My DH took a picture of me draped over him. I guess that is the closest I am getting to MattD.
Karen Rose on 08 May 2008 at 12:26 pm #
Still rolling eyes at these boys with too much time on their hands. Argh.
Yaya on 08 May 2008 at 12:34 pm #
I never did the aquanet flame throwers but i did use to put the picolo petes in plastic bottles.
RachelG on 08 May 2008 at 12:44 pm #
Thinking about all the many ways that I should be dead or maimed, kept me awake at night when my kids were teens.
One of the things I used to do was go off road 4-wheeling in my Chevy Vega. Catching air in the Vega was big in my life.
rachelg
Yaya on 08 May 2008 at 12:45 pm #
Colinfirthfan—Where in North Cali are you? I am in Merced about 1 hr north of fresno.
i just remebered another of my misdeeds. i was hangin out with some boys and they decided to jump the fence between our houses. They all jumped and egged me on. i got up to the top between 4 and 5 ft and had gone over. i was still holding on from the top deciding if I wanted to climb down or just let myself go. Well i left myself go but ended up catching one of spikes at the top and pulled all the skin on my palm. Ouch! i learned not to climb fences but apparently not ledges. I climb a smal ledge fell down and dislocated a wrist. Did i tell you guys that I also tried to ride my bike on the bed and ended up with a huge bump.
RachelG on 08 May 2008 at 12:46 pm #
Oh, and bottle rocket wars with my brothers was huge on the 4th of July.
colinfirthfan on 08 May 2008 at 1:00 pm #
Hi Yaya - I am in the East Bay about 45 mins from San Francisco and 45 mins from San Jose as well.
City called Pleasanton near Livermore (where they have all the windmills from the Lawrence Livermore Lab).\
I hate loud noises so I didn’t do anything with things that explode. I did try burning something in a trashcan adn then we scurried around trying to put it out.
I used climb walls, trees etc.. but I can’t recall doing anything truly dangerous. Maybe broken limbs dangerous but nothing life threatening… I think.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 1:13 pm #
Shades of the General Lee, Rachel. Your poor little Vega. I don’t think I ever quite did the air thing, but would come close. Now, I slow waaaay down and let my Stratus roll over train tracks/speed bumps so the underneath doesn’t drag.
When you’re a kid, you don’t think about the $$$ of car repair while you are having your good? time.
BTW, I’m not just wasting time. I’m knitting while waiting for your pearls of wisdom to drop forth. Also killing time till I need to pick up a granddaughter for a run to Costco to get party supplies for the big bash on Saturday. No, not Jenna’s wedding. My dd’s 50th birthday celebration.
I wasn’t invited to the Bush wedding. My hair’s not big enough.
Yaya on 08 May 2008 at 1:47 pm #
I know exactly where you mean. Your by the dreaded mountain pass that always leaves me in a jumble of nerves. i never know when to shift going up hill.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 2:02 pm #
I’m off to Costco. Maybe Claudia’s book will be there.
colinfirthfan on 08 May 2008 at 2:02 pm #
Yeah - thankfully I rarely drive through the pass (only when I am heading to L.A.) Its ALWAYS backed up!! I am off of 680.
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 2:16 pm #
Rachel’s Vega sounds jamming. I wish I knew how to drive straight shift. One day I am going to learn; it’s on Da List. I shoulda learned when I was younger but I felt I should keep my radio hand free at all times (just for safety’s sake, of course).
How many of you (other than Yasmin, who has already admitted her sins in this area) slipped out of the house at night unknown to your ‘rents? If so, where did you go? Did it matter or was slipping out enough of a thrill in itself?
I wasn’t all that adventuresome in that area because I didn’t have a car and we were out in the country so there was really no point.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 2:21 pm #
I never slipped out, Karen. Like you, I lived in the country. My parents would have heard the car when it went over the cattle guards.
I can drive just about anything. When I re-married, I found myself with 2 teens of my own and 4 step-teens. Plus an adorable 8 yr old girl. This meant my driveway was full of cars and they were always parked behind me. I made sure I could move any of them. One of my finer accomplishements. LOL
Now, I’m really, really off to Costco. Honestly. I just had to hunt for my shoes and bra. Not always easy to find.
Margaret Garland on 08 May 2008 at 2:24 pm #
Appropriate for today’s topic LOL
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/05/08/funny-pictures-if-you-wore-pants-more-often/
Claudia Dain on 08 May 2008 at 2:38 pm #
Now that you mention it, I did slip out a time or two, Karen.
As to what I did…I plead the 5th.
LauraR on 08 May 2008 at 2:43 pm #
I grew up in Mountain View, CA, near San Jose. Waaaaaaaay back when I had just finished my junior year in high school (june 68), my dad had a datsun roadster. He let me drive it, as long as I left him enough gas to get to work in the morning. A girlfriend of mine and I had serious crushes on a fellow who had just gotten a porsche for graduation. While we were out cruising we just happened to see him and 2 of his friends driving around and I got this irresistible urge to follow them. They drove up El Camino Real to Palo Alto at a high rate of speed. I followed as best I could, weaving in and out of traffic. Stanford University was their goal. Of course I followed them into the campus. It’s huge and since I didn’t want to get lost I stuck on their tail. Hwy 280 was under construction at this time and ended close to campus. The guys left the campus and drove up the road to where the freeway ended. You can’t believe how much of a thrill it is to be the only 2 cars racing down the 4 lanes
LauraR on 08 May 2008 at 2:46 pm #
of a new, deserted freeway. I lost my nerve after about 7 miles when another car entered the freeway. The guys had dropped back to my left bumper and I couldn’t move over so I braked and they zoomed off… That was the end of our adventures in speeding and nope we never got together with them. woo hoo.
Sheridan LA on 08 May 2008 at 2:49 pm #
Yeah, I slipped out.. mostly to TP friends’s houses.. play Ninja (which involved sneaking around the neighborhood with friends, trying to be the first to get to a certain point - late at night, of course) then go down to the 7-11 to play arcade games…
I often think the main reason I don’t want to have kids is that they will be like me and my brother growing up. hehe.. course, the upside would be i could probably outsmart them and be one step ahead of them.. so it would become almost a game. heh.
I feel sorry for kids nowadays that sit inside and play video games all day, can only play when they have play dates and don’t go out and play make-believe like we did. They are missing out on a lot of stuff
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 2:52 pm #
Btw, speaking of stolen large plastic emblems like Big Boy (who is huge, btw!) and Ron the McD, when I was a director of student activities, we rented a huge plastic and metal ape to hold a sign by the campus entry to advertise an event. Someone stole it and hid it behind a Pizza Hut near their dumpster.
At closing, some poor, unsuspecting kitchen guy went to toss the trash and had the scare of his life! They said he screamed and was hysterical until the manager confronted the monster with a flashlight and a pan lid.
Kim on 08 May 2008 at 3:17 pm #
>>>>>Kim, what’s an aqua net flame thrower? Is that where you light the hairspray stream on fire?
Exactly, K-Hawk! When you were a teen didn’t you always have a jumbo can of Aqua Net in your purse?
>>>>>How many of you (other than Yasmin, who has already admitted her sins in this area) slipped out of the house at night unknown to your ‘rents? If so, where did you go? Did it matter or was slipping out enough of a thrill in itself?
You and your questions are going to get me into trouble! I snuck out ALL the time. Sometimes I’d grab my bike and ride across town to my boyfriends (now my dh). Or he would come knock on my window and we’d go snuggle in the shed or under the tree or by the river…
I remember for our first anniversary we wanted to stay in a hotel all night so I told my mom I was staying all night with a friend. Of course it was a new friend my mom had never meet. LOL Teenagers, aren’t we geniuses? If my mom knew she never said anything. Lucky me.
colinfirthfan on 08 May 2008 at 3:36 pm #
K-Ha, that’s hilarious! Wish I could’ve seen that poor kids face!
Sheridan LA on 08 May 2008 at 3:56 pm #
now I must find a big plastic and metal ape…. that sounds awesome!! HAHHAHAHHAHAH
yeah, I am really 12
Sheridan LA on 08 May 2008 at 4:01 pm #
uhm. ok not that the poor guy got that scared.. but I would totally do that to my boss. or someone else I knew.
just so you know I am not totally evil… 0:)
cail on 08 May 2008 at 4:51 pm #
i never had to sneak out, since the parents didn’t care where I was so long as they knew where. It was very useful, although the walk of shame at 6am in front of your ‘rents is every bit embarrassing as you’d think
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 6:20 pm #
Sheridan, we know you’re not eeevil! Don’t worry. It WOULD be funny to see, providing the kid wasn’t traumatized. I don’t think he was, but I do think he took a good ribbing from his co-workers for a while.
Sheesh, I’ve had some horrible internet problems today, but hey, it was a treasure whenever I was finally able to log on and see where you guys have been and some of the things you’ve done. We’ve got a creative bunch here! A bunch of honest-to-gosh rule benders! Huzzah for the rule benders!
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 6:31 pm #
Cail, I haven’t heard the phrase ‘Walk of Shame’ in years! And oh, I can’t even IMAGINE doing it in front of your parents. EEEK!
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 6:51 pm #
I always told my mom where I was going, so I never had to sneak out. She kept my dad blissfully unaware that I was out until 2 or so.
On my official first date at 16 my dad insisted I have a chaperone. I had two boyfriends unknown to my dad before this but my older brother came along. Scared the bejesus out of my date. He was a big guy even at 18- 200lbs and well ovr 6 ft.
I never dated the guy again. and never told my dad about official dates.
Even when I was older, and did the prom thing 3 times. In grade 11, I dated a graduate, my own prom, and my vocational school prom. My brother was at these events and kept the boys in line. stupid brother!
lol!
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 6:54 pm #
I ditched him with my prom dates and didn’t come home until dad was leaving for work.
He was not impressed, but I was his baby and he just let me go to bed.
Kathy/Cookiedough on 08 May 2008 at 6:55 pm #
wait a second, it didn’t come out right
three different proms
three different dates,
three different ditches of same brother
Sabrina Jeffries on 08 May 2008 at 7:13 pm #
About the jellyfish–we didn’t touch them. Are you crazy? We stabbed them with sticks and carried them like that.
Ellen on 08 May 2008 at 7:57 pm #
LOL…I’m with you Sabrina. We did the same thing in Brigatine NJ.
Meg on 08 May 2008 at 8:50 pm #
WOW! What a day I have missed!! You ladies had me ROLLING!!
I never was much of a daredevil in my youth. And the only time I ever snuck out was when I was at a friends house and then it wasn’t NOT any fun.
But the “walk of shame”… Oh Yeah. The only one I had was with my two sisters — one older and one younger. My date (and future husband) dropped me off at home after a wonderful evening together.
Of course I walked in like nothing was out the ordinary but my sisters were just staring at me. I stopped, stared back, and asked “What?” To which they replied, “Look down.”
My shirt was on inside out and backwards!!! It was way funny and we love to share that tale to this day! I am just gald that it was only my sisters who were waiting for me!
Karen Hawkins on 08 May 2008 at 9:13 pm #
Kathy, I’m glad you clarified that! Heh! Your brother must have been very handy when you didn’t want someone to bother you — he sounds MASSIVE!
Margaret, I meant to say how funny the “I wish you’d wear pants” picture is! I sent it to my sister and she put it on her cellphone as wallpaper. Too funny!
Oh yes, Meg! That’s the walk of shame. It’s not as bad when you can’t find a shoe, or your zipper’s broken, but it’s close! Sounds like your sisters were pretty cool!
Margaret Garland on 09 May 2008 at 6:56 am #
>Margaret, I meant to say how funny the “I wish you’d wear pants” picture >is! I sent it to my sister and she put it on her cellphone as wallpaper. Too >funny!
Well heck. I didn’t know you could do that! I want to. The Cheezburger and it’s companion site about dog are ones I have on RSS. I look at them frequently thru the day. Great for when I need a little pick me up.
I’m glad you and your sister enjoyed the critter. I’m not sure what it is.
Karen Hawkins on 09 May 2008 at 7:44 am #
Margaret, she opened the email on her phone and then downloaded it into her picture file and designated it as wallpaper. Pretty easy. I didn’t know you could do it either, but she ’splained it to me.
She’s good with stuff like that but then she’s an engineer. One of THOSE people.
I wonder if it’s a monkey of some sort? Those eyes crack me up! That’s me when I get on the scales in the morning, though I’m usually gasping, “How could that be right? I’m on a DIET!”