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Posted on 01/16/2006 6:56:15 AM PST by HairOfTheDog
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Ungh...I'm glad I missed the actual fall - I was outside.
But there was still blood when I came in - Mom and Dad yelled for me to come watch the rest and took off with her for the ER. *shudder*
And then there was the time she got into my brother's model glue...or the time she found rat poison...or the way she'd put ANYTHING in her mouth. We basically banned small change, marbles, etc. from the house for several years. Didn't help that she could climb anything, open childproof doors and such, and was FAST.
Frightening child she was.
Maybe she got it out of her system early.
Funny...she's the level-headed one now.
*shudder*
Gives me the chills just thinking about it.
My mom told me that she found me eating glass when I was just a baby. My uncle had broken a glass and thought he'd gotten all of it, but I was crawling around on the floor and found some in a corner and just sat there having a snack.
Heh...what are they going to do? Throw you out?
Well...except I don't want 'em to through Jen out. ;-)
Er...throw.
My brain is befuddled today.
Doesn't help that Tam is screaming at me.
If there's a complaint, they'll probably just leave a notice on the door or something.
Yeah, because then I'd have to live on the street corner. Or at the department. I've thought about that before... I could get a sleeping bag and keep it under my desk, I have access to a microwave and high speed internet... I could shower at the gym... it's almost flawless.
Tweek has turned into such a pretty cat! (Even from behind!) :-)
oh no! What comes around... they aways say. Seriously though, karateboy has my personality, and bittygirl has my brother's. He has had his head split at least a couple of times.
Now that my brother is going to be a dad, I think he is terrified of having a baby just like himself. Ha!
Yeah - she really is a pretty cat :~D
Pippin looks like the 'cat next door' Tweek is the pretty one. :~D
She and Joseph were the only two who ever had stitches. She had her mishap in the doctor's office!! There was a climbing gym, and she fell down and hit her head. The location was fortuitous; didn't have to wait long to be seen by the doc! Joseph had learned how to get himself down the stairs, and once, he was on the next to the last one when he lost his balance, rolled off the bottom stair onto the slate floor and busted his chin. He yelled and screamed in the doctor's office only because we had to hold him down on the little papoose board. The nurses were funny, though. They thanked me, when they were done, for not getting mad at them for hurting their child. WHA? They actually would get screamed and cussed at by parents who didn't like that what the nurses did might have caused their kid some discomfort, when they weren't doing anything to the kid at all, except holding him tight so he wouldn't be a moving target for the doc doing the stitches!
*shakes head* Some folks.
I have a theory that youngest kids in a family are more likely to suffer serious injury than the oldest kids. I think it's because the older ones are often a contributing factor in the injury... I can remember a few accidents... the one involving my sister and the second bother and the golf club was a particularly interesting example.
My brother Ben better hope Jacinta isn't like him...
Though in retrospect, he was pretty entertaining. Just aggravating at the same time. ;-) For one, he was a salesman from day one. Heh...used to be when Mom would pass out candy, for example, he would hoard his instead of eating it, and then offer to sell it to the rest of us a few days later. Stuff like that. Heh...he's good at it!
Hopefully if I have kids, they aren't like me, either! Man, I was a brat. Not quite in Margaret's class as dangerous stuff goes, but a much less pleasant personality.
Perhaps a nice Catholic one from a good family?
Stealth FReeping whilst at lunch. Should I put the ring on so they won't see me?
We only had two broken bones ever. Not such a bad record, I guess. John fell out of a top bunk and fractured his arm slightly, and Teresa slipped on the bank of a creek a few years after I left home and broke her arm on a big rock since she had her arm out to brace herself. Ouch!
You know, I almost wrote that.
Am I that predictable?
Glad you stopped by!
We shouldn't tempt you!
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