Lily White ...Trash
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REAL conversation
My sister, Samantha, and I had this conversation last week on Facebook and I was literally dying in my chair at work. Snorting, crying, laughing so hard…I was completely vaclimped. I have mentioned before how mean I was as a “big sister”. My poor younger sister was a daredevil and I was there to agg her on, to say the least.If it doesn’t make sense, I don’t know what to tell ya, this is too good.
Nobody knows just how much my Ray-Ray is like her Mommy! Hopefully she wont be as much of a daredevil that i was-
Amanda Lindsey Law At least she hasn’t broken as many bones as you did at this age, lol. Then again, she doesn’t have a terrible big sister to facilitate…
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Well I pretty much came up with the whole going down a steep hill as fast as you can without holding on to the handle bars and keeping your eyes closed on my own, jumping off the house onto the trampoline, and even trying to see if i could …squeeze my entire body through a very small whole is all pretty much on me, On the other hand, swimming in a river with a current way stronger than me trying to go the opposite direction, and attempting to see if the pigeon river was frozen enough to walk on…….. well those were all you. It didn’t help that you also would do shit like push straight off the top bunk onto my back, or not catching me after promising you would if i jumped out of the tree house, none of that shit helped along the way. LMAO!!
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Amanda Lindsey Law Hahahahahaha. TRUE Story! I was thinking about pushing you off the top bunk and daring you to go down the “hill” on your stomach on the skateboard when you were like 5/6….lol. Sisterly love! Likewise, remember when I did a black flip off the tree house into the blizzard snow thinking the snow would soften my fall? Lol!!!!!
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Samantha Lindseyyup, You remember when you dared me to try and walk out into the fog in the back yard in the middle of the night to see if i could find my way back because you didn’t believe that you couldn’t see in the fog and I got lost, so when i screamed for you, you just kept your cool and didn’t say a word back…. man thats like leaving someone in a pool while playing marco pollo and the whole time your sitting in a chair screaming back laughing under your breath that they keep screaming marco.
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Amanda Lindsey Law HOW do you remember this stuff!?!
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”Every story you have that involves wheels, involves an injury. There are countless stories where you or one of your sisters gets hurt and you think it’s hillarious!
Brian K. Law
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Crib Mattress Slide
For entertainment, my sisters and cousins and I would take the youngest sibbling’s crib mattress from their crib and drag it into the livingroom for a slide-fest extravaganza!
Crib mattresses in the 80s were slippery as eel snot. A quick propping up against the front side of the couch with the bottom held in place either by someone’s feet or a coffee table and wah-lah, instant fun! A half-dozen or so toddler to youth-aged children wearing nothing but diapers/panties and socks would stand and wait their turn, bouncing on the couch cushions in anticipation. We would crawl up on the back/top of the couch (against the wall) and then plop onto the mattress for a short-lived and fast flop down the “slide”. *I tried to find a photo of this, sure that many others did the same thing, but alas…no luck.
The number of injuries cannot be counted (except for the stand-alone favorite, when I slide head-first into the coffee table corner and shattered my nose) but the fun was sooo worth it! Mom would cus and rant and rave at us but non-the-less, we slid and slid until our hearts were content (or until there was blood).
Good times. Cheap, trailer-park fun as always! And bonus, no need to go outside in the sun and blister your bottom on one of those 1960s circa-esk slides in the playground. Besides, I couldn’t be in the sun anyway due to my allergy. That’s another story.
Slide on friends!
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Ancestry
14 day risk-free trial. Sure. Why-not.
My goodness…I thought the family didn’t fork on one side of the tree.
Not both.
Risk-free my tush. I want a refund.
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Well that sums it right up
THE SOUTHERN TEN COMMANDMENTS: This is much easier to remember !!! (1)Just one God. (2)Put nothin’ before God. (3)Watch yer mouth. (4)Git yourself to Sunday meetin’. (5)Honor yer Ma & Pa. (6)No killin’. (7)No foolin’ around with another feller’s gal (or ‘nother gal’s feller). (8)Don’t take what ain’t yorn. (9)No tellin’ tales or gossipin’. (10)Don’t be hankerin’ for yer buddy’s stuff. Now that’s plain an’ simple. And bless your little cotton pickin heart
