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Ironboots
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posted on 7/10/2002 at 09:26 AM
I thought it was Tonka...
Yeah, my brother and I used to race them (the dump trucks, I mean) all over
our backyard. We had to push them backwards, though, or else we´d be out of
balance.
My brother developed an orthidontal problem in his teeth from taking so
many face plants to the top of the dump truck. Ah, childhood... :roll:
Lemme guess...everyone in the emergency room knew you guys by name too
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AloneSoul
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posted on 7/10/2002 at 11:28 AM
Tonka, Tanka, same difference...Mort spelled it wrong anyway. heh, blame
him!
I don´t really remember much of playing with those big trucks except me and
my older bro would have big "GI Joe" vs "dump truck" until my father ran
over our stuff repeatedly with the lawn mower. Shame too, we had a nice
collection of stuff.
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Ironboots
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posted on 7/10/2002 at 02:22 PM
People knew us?!
Hell, my dad -works- there!
Got all the hospital kiddy stickers we wanted when we were younger...
Your dad got really pissed over you leaving your toys all around, too,
Alone?
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MorteAscendo
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posted on 7/10/2002 at 03:32 PM
*Flips Alone Off*
Thanks for the back up you ass!! :-D :-D
I only had one big dump truck. THat was it. But i had the ultimate
obsession with GI Joes, and Teenage Mutant Nija Turtles...And one thing i
doubt that any of you know called, Captain Power.
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AloneSoul
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posted on 7/10/2002 at 06:07 PM
*holds a mirror just as mort flips me off*
hehe.
My pop just liked to fuck with us alot...lousy tramatic childhood. *plays
with the aldi brand of tanka trukz*
Oh god captain planet *shakes head* NOOOOOOO!
and alone, my mom was an ER nurse...and would you agree that parents that
work in the medical field are brutal?! Mom was unreal at times...we got a
delegated three days of sympathy and if we weren´t better by then she´d
care for us but no whining. I sprained the fuck out of my ankle when I was
15 whilst chasing a cow (dont´ fucking ask) and after hopping my crippled
ass around a dairy looking for SOMEONE or even a PHONE thinking I broke it
(yes it was that bad) I called her at work and she was like "okay, I get
off in 15 min, just sit and I´ll come pick you up". WFT?
SHe gets there, parks her car like a MILLION feet from where I was sitting
and HONKS THE HORN.
We got home, she propped up my foot with ice and LEFT ME THERE and I heard
her telling my sister in the kitchen that I was faking it "so she won´t
have to wear white pants". She stuffed my foot into a shoe, drug me to the
store, out to dinner, and then home again and I made her look at my foot
again.
My ankle was the size of a grapefruit and turning PURPLE. "Oh...okay" was
all she said. I tore all my ligaments and crushed some cartilidge, and was
on crutches for two weeks. She STILL feels like shit about it *snicker*
and yes, I play it like the ace in the hole that it is *GRIN*
Not only did they know me because of my mom, but also because I broke every
minor bone in my body...every finger, every toe, a rib or two, sprains,
gouges, concussions, illness after illness....I´m suprised that the
ridiculous salary that nurses make was able to cover the queen clutz´s
medical bills
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MorteAscendo
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posted on 7/10/2002 at 11:28 PM
*Singing* " Captain Planet, he´s our hero, he takes pollution down to
zero...."
My mom fell for every trick in the book when i was young, i did the warm
towel to the forehead, licked my hands to make clammy, did the "ET" put
the thermomiter (spelled wrong) to the light bulb. She fell for it
all...muhahahahaha...
but the thermomiter to the light bulb thing back fired once, i left it on
to long, and the mercury busted all over the floor....heh...she didnt fall
for that shit any more. :lol: :lol:
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posted on 8/10/2002 at 12:01 AM
Before and the first 11 years I was around, my family was very poor. Things
weren´t really easy off the bat. Myrts was a nurse taking care of three
kids while my father was off "fighting crime" and landlording. Two
stressfilled jobs for the price of one home! Christ when I was younger I
fell down a flight of stairs, *nothing broken, some brusing but i was a
young kid and stairs are unforgiving* and not my father, my mother nor my
sister would even get up from the couch, two rooms down, after hearing THUD
THUD THUD THUD WHACK, owwwwWWWWWWW!
heh, that memory comes and goes. My memory has alot of dark spots... Anywho
Bettie, I know exactly what you mean.
Captin Planet...wasn´t he the guy with the green mullet and if you threw
trash at him he would be hurt?
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Ironboots
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posted on 8/10/2002 at 08:35 AM
My parents must be the exception, then. When I broke my ankle (when I was
15, too) my dad came, got me, took me to the hospital. After a few weeks, I
thought I was better, but he wouldn´t let me walk on it at all. He still
won´t let me rollerblade since if I twist my ankle, the screws in my foot
will probably shatter the whole thing.
I´ve never really had a moment when he wasn´t caring. Of course, he has a
streak of know-it-all-ism...
And, since both my parents are nurses, they never fell for the tricks you
played, Morte. They -always- stuck around while they took my temperature.
And they -knew- if I was faking it. They knew....
And yeah, kids are made for falling. My dad had to cut apart our wooden
bunk beds because my brother and I had taken to wearing a superman cape and
jumping off. I don´t remember it, though...
Both my parents worked too, alone, I can understand that bit. They weren´t
overstressed and we weren´t poor by any means, but it´s the same two parent
working-itis. My dad was a city mechanic (worked on city equipment like
dozers and cop cars and other big stuff) and my mother was several types of
nurse...day surgery, ER, outpatient, etc.
My dad would actually yell at us if we got hurt! Because he felt bad, and
when dad feels bad he yells *snicker* To show you he loves you the shoves
money down your throat or picks on you. It took several years to
understand the mystery of stanley...and I get it now, even tho it´s still
frusterating. He gave my sister a pick axe and a piece of half rotten wood
to play with once (this was when she was 10, mind you) and she took a whack
with the pickaxe and it slipped right through and into the spot between her
big and first toe! He got mad He acted mad at
her but he was mad at himself for letting her do that
I remember once I was sick and he was picking on me so to get even, when I
threw up, I did it in HIS bathroom because it bothered him *giggle* Then I
TOLD him. He promptly lysoled every surface in his bathroom *grin* Every
time one of us got sick he´d sit as far away as possible with a can of
lysol *hahha*
He´s a crazy crazy dad but I love him.
The only time I can remember getting more than my allotted three days
sympathy was when I got the flue (I mean the REAL flu, the type of flu that
kills people) at the end of my junior year of highschool. I remember very
little of it, as for the whole two and a half weeks I had it, I was
unconscious and dead to the world. I had a 104 temp for two weeks
straight, couldn´t walk because all my muscles were so cooked they´d cramp,
couldn´t eat anything. I literally starved and steamed off 15 lbs in too
weeks! And the antibiotics that the doctor prescribed me after I TOLD him
I was allergic to pennicillin gave me HIVES because it was a DIRIVATIVE!
So I got double the whammy. Fun.
She took care of me the WHOLE TWO AND A HALF WEEKS which was the LONGEST
she´d ever put up with me Plus I looked like
such a haggard zombie when I finnally DID get back to school (only for half
days the first week I was back) that all my teachers let me out of my final
projects!! I had about half of them look at me when I walked in and go
"why the hell are you here?"
I STILL call my mom when I´m sick tho. Middle of the night even if it´s
bad enough. Misery loves company and I´m getting even for all those times
that three days of sympathy weren´t enough
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Psychopixi
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posted on 9/10/2002 at 10:04 AM
I didn´t get sympathy. My mom would just leave me alone inbed if I had the
flu (mildly) or anything like that. She wouldn´t allow me up cuz she said
that if I was well enough to get up I was well enough to go to school.
Urgh, that sucked!
Mind you my teachers were great! When I was younger I was allergic to lots
of things, including flour so if I didn´t feel like staying in school I´d
find my teacher, tell her I felt ill and for saftey´s sake she´d send me to
the nurse who would dispatch me to my mother poste-haste. :lol:
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That´s gotta be one of the ONLY good things about allergies...they HAVE to
believe you because if they don´t and you get sick THEY´RE the assholes!
I got out of a lot of school with stomach problems, and my mom had the same
philosophy...if you´re too sick to go to school then you´re too sick to do
anything but watch teevee and get up to pee or puke.
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