i'm tired tired tired... and sleepy.. stupid insomnia... and i don't know what i want to write about... oh wait.. i found a picture i wanted to post... here it is:
i know : ) i made an entry about the slip 'n slide a long time ago.. that thing was almost as bad as the bug.. you know when you're sliding down and there's a rock underneath it and it takes a huge chunk out of your stomach... there's nothing worse than a rock burn on your stomach.
Do you suppose your mom bought this to hide the fact that she experienced a thrill of schadenfreude every time the vinyl tubes thrashed around and hit the neighborhood kids? As she sat in her dimly-lit, avocado and harvest gold kitchen, sipping a highball, barely paying attention to The Mike Douglas Show playing in the background, she gazed out the window, knowing surely that you and all the other ankle-biters were getting theirs because Willy the Water Bug was doing her dirty work for her. She laughed, quietly, to herself as she poured another drink and went back to watching the kids vainly try to avoid the brightly colored plastic hoses, which squirted ice-cold water from the outdoor tap into their eyes, their eyes, their eyes
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my mom is the very stereotypical mexican woman so no, no highballs or mike douglas for her... it was more making tortillas and watching sabado gigante for her.. and believe me she didn't need the bug to do her bidding... she didn't hesitate for a second to swipe at me with her chankla : )
we did the sprinkler thing too... (when the slip 'n slide and bug bit the dust) and that was during the time when the lawn wasn't nice and sodded.. it was patchy and there were rocks strewn here and there so god help you if you took a running jump, caught a muddy patch and went down on a particularly sharp rock... you'd be on the injured list for a week...
Man, do I know where you're coming from. The house I grew up in was my parents pride N joy because it was the first brand new home they had built. We moved in when I was 2.
Until I was maybe 6 or 7, the back yard was a collection of Illinois clay and construction rubble and "topsoil" (ha ha) and arrowheads and sharp stones. We got the front and back yards sodded when I was 6 or 7 and that's why the sprinkler constantly was going back & forth. We had a hill in the side yard and that got sodded last, so until that got done, if you were running through the sprinkler too hard and hit the end of the sod you would umf-oof-ouch-yow-yikes down the hill full of the aforementioned goodies like you'd find in one of those Saw movies for gossakes and end up on the sidewalk, bruised and bleeding.
ha... bruised and bleeding was more often than not the norm when playing back then... either from sadistic toys or the lack of any toys at all... when you just resorted to throwing rocks at each other because there was nothing else to play with (when the neighborhood idiot kicked the one soccer ball into crazy witch ladies backyard and no one was brave enough to jump the fence for fear crazy lady would put a hex on you)... rocks!!!
Ahhh yes, good Ole' Willie. Water Bug My Ass! I'm still convinced there was a midget pedophile sadist living in mine. I swear, that thing almost took my virginity on more than one occasion.
i had one but it sucked because we had a one story house ...no stairs.. so i had to resort to trying to make my own stairs out of books or something... either that or just pushing it off the couch.. one long "flump" and the fun was over. : (
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we did the sprinkler thing too... (when the slip 'n slide and bug bit the dust) and that was during the time when the lawn wasn't nice and sodded.. it was patchy and there were rocks strewn here and there so god help you if you took a running jump, caught a muddy patch and went down on a particularly sharp rock... you'd be on the injured list for a week...
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Until I was maybe 6 or 7, the back yard was a collection of Illinois clay and construction rubble and "topsoil" (ha ha) and arrowheads and sharp stones. We got the front and back yards sodded when I was 6 or 7 and that's why the sprinkler constantly was going back & forth. We had a hill in the side yard and that got sodded last, so until that got done, if you were running through the sprinkler too hard and hit the end of the sod you would umf-oof-ouch-yow-yikes down the hill full of the aforementioned goodies like you'd find in one of those Saw movies for gossakes and end up on the sidewalk, bruised and bleeding.
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And how dare you profane the sacrosanct Slinky??? I loved those things when I was a kid. I'll take me a slinky over a goddamn Transformer any day.
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