CAMELOT FANTASIES

Quote from: Bobbi on June 21, 2015, 11:33:13 pm

Oh, tell me you don't do that! Hahahaha!

Yes, Bulldog was famous for that and it was funny until years later it started  happening to me. Lol!

My fiancé does it, and it makes me want to go into the windmill on him. LOL!

And look- I can tell when he spots it because he starts taking it back- saying stuff like " I don't know, maybe I did have it last..
Girl it burns me up. Hahaha!

He forgets though, that it puts me in the worse mood and he has to listen to my mouth for the next hour and then he has to kiss up for the rest of the day.
He never learns.
LMAO!

Girl, you did  not bring up the windmill. I have not heard that for years. Tears streaming, although I do not have fond memories of that particular maneuver.

My second oldest brother was an absolute mess. He was mischievous with a wicked sense of humor.

When we were younger, after my mother divorced she had to work during the day.  >:(Bad times because it wasn't fun when she was at home during the same hours as us. Much stricter, more work, and more errands. Always messing up our play time.

Anyway, in the summer while she was at work the older siblings had to watch us. My brother, bored, got the idea to put us in training blocks and teach us how to fight our neighbors for his and his friend's amusement. Did I mention that he was sick?

One minute we'd be playing alongside each other, and the next they minute the older boys would decide it was fighting time. There were serious Bobbi. My brother, at night, would call us into his room to go over "strategy." The windmill was one such strategy. Girl, you got me choking over here  from laughing so hard. I think i must've erased the word windmill from my vocabulary and hated windmill cookies with a passion. Whew, bad memories. I don't know why we didn't tell on him. My mother would've whipped his butt.

I said that to say, that losing stuff is not that big of a deal. It happens to highly intelligent people whose minds are filled to capacity and they can't take another thing in. You should be ashamed of yourself for being so mean.

My son just looks at me with a deadpan expression and then calmly goes and pick up the item that was in my face the entire time. Then, he just shakes his head and walks away.

 LMAO @ "although I do not have fond memories of that particular maneuver."

Glad you know what the windmill is. Hahahaha.  In the floor dying laughing at you , especially at you  now hating windmill cookies.

Girl, that story is hilarious as hell.  Brothers are a trip growing up aren't they? 
Funny, the stuff we let our siblings get away with.  I can't get over the nighttime war room strategy meetings.  I am so dead right now. Dead.

Mine never made us fight -but they did enough of their fair share....Like locking us up once in the trunk of a car.
I grew up in the country and sometimes when we wanted to follow them They would deliberately take us down the most treacherous paths like swinging over huge deep gullies that were deeper than we could ever be rescued from.
Girl, we are lucky to be alive......hahahaha.
....and we do have similar neighbor stories with my sis who on the rare occasion when she would play with us was always into something.  It involved lots of goading and knocking a block off of someone's shoulder.
 Hahahaha. Crying. I'm Rolling now. Oddly enough, it only happened when the neighbors had company. When their cousins visited. Weird.  Show offs. Lol.
My younger sis and I were scaredy cats but my other sister would go in.
She would get her licks in and then we would run home like we stole something.   Girl, I am dead right now. My mom wondered a couple times why my sisters clothes were torn. We weren't about to tell.  Thanks for bringing these memories back.
Girl, kids are crazy. Lolololol!
Funny the next day or so all would be forgotten and we would go right back to playing all of our regular games.

We played until dark and we could no longer see outside but, they had more freedom than us so sometimes we would sneak over when we were only supposed to be in our own yard. 

They moved while we were in middle school and now when we see each other it's like seeing brothers and sisters. We crack up laughing at the memories.

And yeah-your mom would have warmed your brothers good if she had known.  Mine too. Hahaha. 
We didn't even know what danger we were in half the time.  Cooking "meals" in tree houses.......Lord.

That's why it pays to put kids in structured programs in the summer time.  LMAO. Not good to let them get bored or left to their own devices to conjure up fun. Gurrrl- the memories. Those memories are rich though. Kids don't have those kinds of stories anymore. Hahahaha.

& you hit that nail on the head. 
"Bad times because it wasn't fun when she was at home during the same hours as us. Much stricter, more work, and more errands. Always messing up our play time."

Umph. I  know thats right.  Story of my life. Lol.
My mom every now and then ran errands or visited girlfriends etc in the summer and I felt like we had been let out of jail. Hahaha. 

"I said that to say, that losing stuff is not that big of a deal. It happens to highly intelligent people whose minds are filled to capacity and they can't take another thing in. You should be ashamed of yourself for being so mean."

Hahahaha. Girl, The Lord made sure I knew about the windmill just in case I had to use it on my fiancé.
Everything happens for a reason.

Love your sons reaction.
If only I could stop there. Lol.