5 Things i miss
So, a friend of mine shot me the link to a post on Soulpancake ( http://www.soulpancake.com/view_post/351641/the-missed-list.html ) check it out. The goal: List 5 things you miss! Seemed like a perfect idea for my own Thursday’s 5, so here you are:
1) Summer Vacation:
Sometimes i think that would make a teaching job worth it! Somewhere in the back of my brain something still clicks as summer cranks up. Something that yells in a William Wallace-esqe primal scream “FREEDOM!” But then reality sets in and i remember that really, its just another couple of months of work that lead to more months of work. The rite of passage from Grade A to Grade B is dead, the 2 month reprieve from the prison block of everyday life has been snatched from my feeble grasp.
Few things compare to the long days spent avoiding personal hygiene, romping through the woods “innocently” trespassing, the refreshing sting of a BB on your bare skin as you and your friends pelt each other affectionately, the feel of warm grass and invigorating bee stings on your bare feet…. ahhhh, to relive those sweaty days again.
2) Zim & Jack:
2 of the greatest cartoons ever produced! Invader Zim & Samurai Jack.
Zim for all it’s irreverent foolishness.
Samurai Jack for all it’s epic beauty! Gendy Tartakovsky is a GENIUS! His animation work is really an art-form. Every cell worthy of framing and display. If you have never watched Jack then it is my recommendation that you take in a few episodes. Aside from Jack i still contend that Gendy’s “Clone Wars” episodes kick the newer CGI versions booties!
3) Pre-Cell Days:
AHHHH the sweet sweet days of actually getting away. Those days when your house could burn down without ruining your afternoon, when your grand mother could pass away and not interrupt your lunch date, when you could get a day in at the mall without the meddlesome school nurse interrupting you with pesky details about your spawn’s projectile vomiting.
Those days of actually being out of touch were sweet sweet days indeed. The “Collect call code” my parents had established with their children: Use your first name only to indicate you had arrived and everything was ok, then they would refuse the charges; need something use first and last name and they would then accept the charges. You just can’t have that kind of fun anymore!
Don’t get me wrong i’m as hopelessly addicted to my cell as the bluetooth equipped business casual hair-gel wearing up-&-coming ladder climber, i just miss those simpler times.
4) Showbiz Pizza:
Where real kids went to play, where there were ball pits filled with hypodermic needles and plastic balls moist with a dewy mixture of urine and perspiration!
Billy Bob = Lover of Children
Chuck E. Cheese = “Lover” of Children (aka pedophile)
5) Deadly Toys:
So sick of all the regulations on toys these days! What’s wrong with giving kids toys with small parts? Or glue that can get them high? or (drumroll please) LAWN DARTS!!!
Lawn Darts were one of the greatest toys ever! 2 pounds of hand propelled, non-explosive mortar attack action! Now those were the days! Nothing like an afternoon spent playing “throw the lawn dart straight up and let’s all dodge it because if we don’t one of us is going to take a 4 inch metal spike to the skull and spend the rest of our lives drooling on ourself and pooping in our pants”… best game ever!
What do you miss? i want to know! throw it up here as a comment &/or head over to Soulpancake and post your missed list there as well! It’s something to do while we all wait for Dave to blog again….
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1) I miss my AMC Jeep CJ-7. The best car I never should have sold! I also miss my long hair and the freedom to load up and go camping with my dog (and yes, without a cell phone).
2) College, which is when I had my Jeep and long hair, at least during my second round of college. I mainly miss the relative isolation of those days. Apart from a presidential race or shuttle blowing up I never watched the news, Oprah or Geraldo. What I did was hang out with a bunch of other people who all knew every thing there was to know about life and had no inhibitions about debating it all.
3) I miss my Sig Sauer P229 9mm. Lesson’s I learned too late (there’s an idea for Thursday’s 5)! Never sell a gun or Jeep!
4) I miss being able to bike, skateboard or swim where ever I needed to be! I loved growing up in Florida!
5) I miss the point, but now that I think about it I will talk about that on my blog.
[...] miss the point! So my buddy Tony over at muddiedwaters has a list he puts out on Thursday’s called Thursday’s 5. This weeks was a list of what [...]
Ahhh, I loved those Lawn Darts. The memories. If I remember they can also stick in your roof if you throw them high enough. I could never understand why mom did not want me throwing them over the house. We threw golfballs over the house. We played chicken with them by throwing them at each other’s feet.
Before Lawn Darts there were the made up games of tying two frogs together and watch one pull the other and home made gunpowder in a copper pipe. It was not a pipe bomb, and like we had ever heard of that word. It was not like we had fusses. We just lit those hummers.
What about climbing to the highest part of a tree in a wind storm, making a ramp so you can jump kids laying in the road with your stingray, the wrist-rocket
, stilts out of 2×2’s so high that we had to get on dad’s LTD to stand on them, and throwing tobacco sticks at each other at grandma’s house playing cowboys and indians. And this was before I was 12. I even tried to stand on the seat of my stingray, of which I still have. The problem was letting go of the handle bars. OUCH! Oh, the things I did with that bike. If only it could talk.
Some games you could play by yourself. I have a blue dot on my right knee where I was punching holes in cardboard on my lap with a pencil. Did you know that if you wet your finger and rub on a page in the songbook it will make a hole? Did you know that you can make a hole all the way through the songbook by the end of a Sunday evening Holy Ghost night? It was my secret compartment until dad found it and showed it from the pulpit. I did not tell him that it was my handy work.
No, it was the pre Lawn Dart days that were exciting. You would be surprised how fast a lawnmower can go when you reverse the gears in the transmission. Nothing like doing 30 around a corner and rolling the sucker. I have the scar on my right arm to prove it where the spark plug punctured it.
How about the forts we built. I drove a nail in my wrist trying to hold the board right where I was nailing. We dug holes in the side of a hill, never crossing our minds that those holes that caved in later could have caved in while we were in them.
And who can forget the enjoyable echo of the cracking ice as we jumped up and down on the pond to make the biggest crack. We even found an old junked lawnmower and threw it on the ice to make the crack bigger. Of course we were standing on it. How else to you get to the middle of the ice?
Some fun came from Sunday School. I figured if David could make a sling then my sister’s bonnet would do just fine for the 5 pound rock. Man, did it go high. I really did not know that it would bust a girls head open. She told me just a few months ago on facebook that hair still does not grow where the scar it. Oops.
Who can forget king of the mountain. We threw dirt clods at each other and dug holes straight down to take turns burying each other up to our necks. Did you know that you can’t move buried in dirt?
The secret to winning at a snowball fight was to put ice in the middle of the ball. Let’s just say that it did not stay a secret very long.
Yes, Tony. There was much fun before the Lawn Darts and safety. But, I never killed anyone and some bleeding just happens.
List five things? Well, I guess I blew that.
WOW! Nathan you need to come play at my house! we still do stuff like that! HAHAHA!