Is your family the brunt of all the jokes? Do you spend time thinking of things your family has done that will make people laugh? Are you the one they laugh about? Do you make up things just so you are like everyone else? Is your family fun or funny? Do they laugh with you or at you. Are you the one everyone jokes about or the one that makes all the jokes?
I am here to tell you that my family is the best. They do and say things that keep everyone giggling. We have fun and laugh about all that happens to us. No one can ever say this family is stuffy.
It was nothing for us girls to grab a can of whipped cream and smush it all over our dad's head. Not a good idea. You see dad was very particular about the way his hair looks. He would chase us all over the house trying to catch us, which he always did. My god could dad run. Then we would pay. Whipped cream everywhere. It has also happened with shaving cream. He was usually mad about it happening, but was laughing by the time he caught us and covered us with whatever we had used on him. He did not stop at one of us either, all the people involved got the wrath of dad. Then you had to clean up the mess throughout the house. Mom always knew what we were about to do and warned us, about what would happen. We never listened, at least I never did.
I remember the day I got caught smoking. OMG I wanted to die. Or at least I did when mom and dad got done. My sister and I got home from school to find both of them sitting waiting for us. There was a pack of cigarettes in dad's hand. He did not smoke anymore. Why did he have cigarettes? We, Deb and I were about to find out. "Do either of you smoke" he asked? "Of course not"! we said. We had been seen by him or mom or someone that squealed on us. Not bad enough that he had seen us smoking, but we had just been caught in a lie. Bold faced lie to boot. He made us sit there and smoke until we both turned every shade of green you could imagine. I guess he figured if he made us sick enough, we would stop. Worked for a while. I went back to smoking and did until 5 years ago when I quit cold turkey. Deb smoked off and on for a while. She quit a few years back if I remember right. All of us kids smoked for a time. Last count, all of us have quit. Just took a while for it to sink in I guess.
Driving, now that is another story all together. All of the kids in our family got their drivers licences before they turned 20. Not me. I am one that has to push all the boundaries until nearly caught. Now its not to say I did not drive. I drove all the time. It was usually someone elses car and no one ever asked me if I had a licence, and I never offered the information. I can remember the police pulling me over on more than one occasion and me talking or crying my way out of showing a licence or registration or insurance card. Not sure how I did that, but I was good at it. This is not something that I would recommend anyone try. I just happened to live in a small town where you knew everyone, including the police and everyone knew you. I did however get my licence when I was 33. I moved to a small town called Fort Nelson, where I met the man I would marry. He had company vehicles and for me to drive, I had to prove I had a licence. Off we went to the drivers bureau, where I took my test and the driving test and walked out with my own drivers licence. I was so proud. Now I was legal. Took the fun out of everything. Who wants to drive when you can. LOL. Now I drive everywhere.
As a family we did a lot of fun things. We have had fights, both good and bad, water and food water fights were all of our favourite. When I say water fight, I mean hoses, buckets and any other article that held large amounts of water. Even if you were not wanting to, you got involved and were soaked to the skin when all was said and done. God we have fun. I miss all the fun times when we lived at home. We have parents that put up with a lot of crap from us. The lies, the tales, the truth and all that fell between. We were lucky. Our parents understood we were kids and would try and do things that we keep us entertained. We did a lot of camping and things that pertained to the outdoors. We were taught from day one what was good and what was wrong or bad. They had strict parents. Raised in familys that came through the dirty thirtys and from farming communities, I think mom (the good girl) going with a "bad boy" (or so everyone thought) and my dad being the "bad boy" (played drums in a band and rode a Harley motorcycle) may have had something to do with the way they raised us. We were punished for the bad things and praised for the good. Anyway, we had and always have fun.
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