Monday, August 23, 2004

… Aside From that, the Origin of the shoe picture…
“Oh my lord! Code yellow! She’s armed!” those very words were yelled, once our mom grabbed her shoe, ordering us to get out of her kitchen… We ran as fast as we could, and up the stairs we went… which turned into a competition, soon enough.

Me being smaller, lighter and quicker, I was first… until Alex jumped and tripped me, crawling and stepping over me, and ending up in first, nearly reaching the top onto the next set of stairs, but Aran lunged at Alex, and pulled him back, and then left us behind, laughing. Dexter, who’s far larger, a bit faster, yet far from where we are with intelligence, grabbed Aran’s ankle, dragged him across the stairs, and hung him on one of the nails that held the paintings up on the walls around us. Turning around, he had us all hung up, and I was probably a whole foot off the ground. o_O

… This reminded me of those wedgies Randy and Dexter would give out when they still lived with us. Never did much to me, but I remembered how pissed the others would be, wincing and twitching about. This was like a classic moment, only now; most of us could reach the floor. Aran of course was first, cause he’s far more intelligent than us, and he knows how to get out of these situations… like the time we got stuck on a fence, and so he decided not to climb over it, but walk through the door that was already open… I still regret that day. Dexter won by now, so we stopped running. Next thing we knew, he was hiding from us… we’re not very good at hide and seek, cause some of the boys get aggressive, mainly Mike and Cameron.

Playing hide and seek with them, reminds one of Jurassic Park, where the Raptors are in the kitchen with those two kids… they get so intense, and when they find you, you have to run, or else if they get you, they might just tackle you down and sit on you. I myself am usually caught and sat on. We spread out… though, for some of us, “Spread out” really meant, “Sit on this bed and let Mike and Cameron do all the work” … They were gone. We’d entered the guest room, which I was having fun sleeping. But, when I finally drifted off, one yelled, “Dog pile!” and then Aran lunged at me, landing right next to me… Alex on the other hand landed ON me. He was heavy, but I managed to deal with it. Mike popped in, jumped on the bed, and ended up next to me. I stared at Mike from the corner of my eye, he smiled, the light reflected from his blue retainer reflected a horrible light at me, blinding me, and Mike said, “This is for that one guy!” … Stuck his finger in my ear, and wiggled it around, giving me a Wet Willy. Ick. It had to be one of the wettest I’d ever been given… except the time Randy spit in my ear and wiggled a pen in it to even it out. Oh, the horror. Matter of fact, when Mike first came to live with us, I said “Hi” and he kicked me, gave me a wet Willy, pushed me over, and said, “You’re going to regret knowing me!” … ah, the memories of my wonderful big brother. >_>

Deafened in one ear, and having Aran’s elbow squeezing my bladder, the urge to go to the bathroom crossed over. With Alex laying on Aran (on his BACK) pushing his elbow into my bladder, it would come crashing down, liberate, only to come crashing down again. Cameron popped in with Dexter. Cameron ran, and landed on Mike… Cameron’s elbow hit at the same time Aran’s did, and I had to go even more than I did before. Then Cameron started bouncing up and down on the bed… still sitting on me. Gah! I had to goooo… I started to squirm. Dexter got hold of a Camera from mom’s room, and while I was struggling, took shots. No matter where my legs escaped, they’d get stuck under another’s leg. I was trapped. To take my mind off for a minute, I turned to Alex, who was dramatically hugging Aran, yelling, “Aw, give me a hug Squiggles!” Then, Alex would squeeze Aran tightly.

… It was like watching a four year old hug their first bunny. Alex would also give Aran a kiss on the cheek, which is quite common at my house, cause my brothers have a fondness for kissing each other. Mainly in public (whether if playing around or serious,) though it’s only on the cheek and no more. Though some of the girls we know on the block do tend to make big deals out of it… It’s amazing what we girls find adorable nowadays. Although, me laughing at Alex and Aran wasn’t helping… the elbow kept crashing, and so I kept wincing. Then, my mother popped in, smiling. Though she doesn’t mind us playing so roughly like this, her sarcasm for some of the positions she finds us in is most unwanted sometimes…

“You know,” she said. “To make an orgy work, you kind of have to be naked… and not related… I think.” Not finding this funny, I managed to launch Cameron off the bad by kicking him off with as much force as possible. Alex didn’t move, and he knew I had to go… But I didn’t care… I had to go, so rolling over onto Alex’s side; I managed to nearly fall off the edge of the bed… until Alex grabbed me, and held me in place. Why he was torturing me? No idea. So, I pulled his hair and he let me go. Falling to the floor, I hit pretty hard, but I got up, and wiggled into the bathroom. My mother also noted how my interesting interpretative dance would take the world by storm… we’ll see about that. In the end, I did throw my shoe at Alex’s fathead, and thus it smacked him, and I was happy again… until he spit in my ear and… well, I learned: “When playing with people two times your size, and two to three times your weight, don’t play with them until you go to the bathroom.” And; “When throwing a shoe, once it makes contact with the victim, you run… you run and hide, cause if they get you, you go deaf in both ears, and then are hung on the inside of a closet…” So, you take that, and make sure you don’t forget it but another word of advice: “Never listen to any advice I give you, cause it’ll only screw you over later.” … Heh.

Dragon gone

As much as I love little kids, I certainly can’t seem to watch them very well. Amazing how you can turn your back on them, turn around again and they’ll be doing something very bad. Though I can’t help but ask myself: “Why am I taking care of these kids?”

I mean, Gavin was told to take care of his friend’s two little sisters… Mike was told to watch my aunt’s kid, too. The first two are nothing but trouble. One seven the other ten… the last one is thirteen… I preferred that one to the other two, whom once they caught sight of my room, they squealed in delight after seeing all the dogs around my bed. Most of the dogs managed to run and escape them, but Alex’s dog Mac was bestowed a cruel fate, after the two girls tackled him. Those girls were then shaken off, and bitten vigorously by the tiny Border collie, and he stormed out leaving the other two with bite marks.

I both enjoyed it, and laughed at it. After all, it’s what they deserve after tackling and then sitting on a dog smaller than them. And judging by how he was baring his teeth when he saw them; it would’ve been smarter to stay away. The whole night though, I managed to get the two to go to sleep, after I had Mike take care of them for a bit… I myself don’t think scaring little kids is all that great, but hey, if it shuts them up, be my guest, heh. The thirteen year old, however, wasn’t going down as easily. Instead, he took a liking to the bearded dragon my brother gave to me a few years back. Minutes later, he lost my lizard, and I was just about to kill him. I loved that lizard, I’ve had it since… uhm… well, it’s been a long time! And he’s one of the greatest pets I’ve got so far…

Though I haven’t killed the boy yet, that doesn’t mean I won’t get him later. But, for the past day or so, I’ve been looking for the little bugger. He’s not poisonous, but he scratches hard, the bastard. Anything not human it will strike with its tongue, and he whacks things with his tail when he wants something from it (Thus he alerts me for feeding time). If my brothers find him, they’ll gladly return him to me safe and sound. It’s not so much them I’m worried about, but my mom, who’s terrified of reptiles. And… she sort of… doesn’t know I have a bearded dragon. So she finds him, he’s dead. And he’s pretty big, so he’s rather noticeable, heh. But if I don’t find him, I’ll be in big trouble, and, I’ll continue being extremely sad/aggressive. I know he’s somewhere in the living room, and he can’t go far… not that he will, cause he’s too lazy to do much of anything except whack you with his tail, and bite you with his toothless mouth. He’s not harmful at all… matter of fact, if you lay him upside down and stroke his stomach, he’ll fall asleep. Though, if you get him pissed, he’ll scratch you, and try to bite you… and, his tongue does hurt when he whacks you, though. Luckily, I’ve managed to bribe each brother, so they’re going to find him eventually. They’ve already moved the furniture, so he’ll turn up… hopefully.

Before I forget, let's see who can spot who in that picture... in it is Alex, me, Mike, and Aran. It's kind of easy if you paid attention to who's where in my shoe post.
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