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Post by LED on Jun 13, 2017 10:07:52 GMT -6
Tell us a story about yourself. 30 minutes ago or 30 years ago, doesn't matter. Funny or sad or anything in between.
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Post by jewel on Jun 13, 2017 10:53:36 GMT -6
I've always kinda been mean... when I was around 7 and my brother was 5, my mom was taking me to dance class and then taking my brother out for pizza. I looked at him very seriously and in my meanest voice said, you better eat the whole pizza or I will never speak to you again.
When my mom came to pick me up she was so mad, and my brother was hysterically crying... he had made himself sick trying to eat the whole pizza, and was devastated that he couldn't finish it and that I was never gonna speak to him again...
Lol, I'm mean... I told this story at the rehearsal dinner for his wedding a few weeks ago.
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Post by LED on Jun 13, 2017 12:22:08 GMT -6
I've always kinda been mean... when I was around 7 and my brother was 5, my mom was taking me to dance class and then taking my brother out for pizza. I looked at him very seriously and in my meanest voice said, you better eat the whole pizza or I will never speak to you again. When my mom came to pick me up she was so mad, and my brother was hysterically crying... he had made himself sick trying to eat the whole pizza, and was devastated that he couldn't finish it and that I was never gonna speak to him again... Lol, I'm mean... I told this story at the rehearsal dinner for his wedding a few weeks ago. omg this is amazing! |
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Post by radiantfate on Jun 13, 2017 14:04:49 GMT -6
When I was a new 21 year old and enjoying the wonders of alcohol in excess on a regular basis, I once drank many shots of vodka and then jumped off my couch, while holding a beer bottle, yelling "I'm a jumbo jet" then collapsing into a heap on the floor.
I only know this happened because the next day I woke up, my boyfriend asked me, "How you feeling, Jumbo Jet?" Also I had a bruise on my forehead from where I apparently banged my head on the mouth of the bottle after jumping off the couch. I remember none of it.
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Post by auri on Jun 13, 2017 14:47:16 GMT -6
When I was in college, my friends would go out to the quad and play frisbee during lunch. One day we had finished classes and had an hour to kill before we had to be at a mandatory dress rehearsal. They decided to play while we waited and I joined in. When you had the frisbee you were supposed to say who you were throwing it to since there were so many of us. I heard someone call my name behind me and turned around. At the same time one of my friends was throwing the frisbee to me and I tried to turn around to catch it. It bounced off my wrist and hit me right above my eye. Ended up going to the cafeteria for some ice for it and went to the dress rehearsal. The next day my teacher asked me what happened when I showed up with a big black eye. I didn't live it down for months.
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Post by notelsie on Jun 14, 2017 9:05:21 GMT -6
I have no idea how this happened since I've never had an issue with sleepwalking.. but when I was in middle school I stayed the night at one of my friend's houses. I woke up the next morning, and I didn't recognize where I was.
Apparently I had gotten up, walked to her parents room, and kicked her dad out of bed. He had to go downstairs to sleep on the couch.
I have no idea how I managed not falling down stairs since I wasn't familiar with the layout of the house.
Anyway... It's probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. I don't think I ever went back to her house again.
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Post by shadesofgold on Jun 14, 2017 9:22:03 GMT -6
When I was 25 I did a year of AmeriCorps, leading an after-school program in Oakland for a group of 5th grade girls. (Best and hardest year ever.) They regularly got to vote on a project and around Halloween they came up with the idea to learn the Thriller dance. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, and I have a dance background so it was pretty straight-forward for me to learn/modify the choreography and teach it to them. They were never so focused, intent, confident or supportive of each other as when they were learning the dance. They even got to perform it at their school Halloween assembly. Very sadly, on my way to school that day I was T-boned by someone running a red light and missed the assembly. They did a repeat performance for me that afternoon and they were awesome - my favorite dance performance of all time.
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Post by sweetc129 on Jun 15, 2017 6:41:21 GMT -6
When I 5 and my sister was 9 my mom ran to the local market for one thing, it was the very first time she left us home alone w/o adult supervision and it was literally 15 mins.
What my mom came home to both my sister and I screaming and blood smeared on the walls.
My sister and I fought, and I ended up smashing my face onto our brick hearth and my teeth went through my lip. I put my hand over my mouth and smeared the blood on the walls all the way to the bathroom. I'm pretty sure it wasn't until I was about 15 before my mom left us home along again.
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Post by sweetc129 on Jun 15, 2017 6:45:25 GMT -6
I have no idea how this happened since I've never had an issue with sleepwalking.. but when I was in middle school I stayed the night at one of my friend's houses. I woke up the next morning, and I didn't recognize where I was. Apparently I had gotten up, walked to her parents room, and kicked her dad out of bed. He had to go downstairs to sleep on the couch. I have no idea how I managed not falling down stairs since I wasn't familiar with the layout of the house. Anyway... It's probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. I don't think I ever went back to her house again.  |
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Post by notelsie on Jun 15, 2017 7:11:50 GMT -6
When I 5 and my sister was 9 my mom ran to the local market for one thing, it was the very first time she left us home alone w/o adult supervision and it was literally 15 mins. What my mom came home to both my sister and I screaming and blood smeared on the walls. My sister and I fought, and I ended up smashing my face onto our brick hearth and my teeth went through my lip. I put my hand over my mouth and smeared the blood on the walls all the way to the bathroom. I'm pretty sure it wasn't until I was about 15 before my mom left us home along again. Oh my gosh I'd be horrified. |
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Post by Speedy on Jun 15, 2017 7:52:47 GMT -6
When I was, oh gosh, like 5? And my brother was 2ish, we were outside playing one day. There was snow on the ground, and I decided that I was going to take my little kiddie shovel and start shoveling some of the snow. Apparently they didn't think forward at that time because the shovel was metal.
Anyways, I'm happily picking up little bits of snow and flinging them over my shoulder, and my brother decides he's going to stand behind me (snow shower? Idk? He was 2 lol). I told him to go move somewhere else, but he didn't listen, and just gpt closer. So on one swing back over my shoulder, the edge of the metal shovel hits him, right at eye level across the bridge of the nose.
Of course, being a facial wound, it starts spurting blood right away, and now blood is flowing all down his face, and he's wailing, and my mom comes to see what's happening and freaks right out. Luckily, it must have been the weekend, because my dad is home and he's a trained first responder (we lived in the sticks, 45 minutes from the closest hospital and the ambulance station was the next town over so they had a group of people to help until paramedics arrived) so he takes him into the bathroom and starts trying to figure out what happened.
Brother ended up needing to get a few stitches, and got ice cream that night. I was so mad because I didn't get any lol.
Bro still has a scar across the bridge of his nose to this day, and if it hadn't been for that part, likely would have lost his eyes.
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Post by charliefox on Jun 15, 2017 14:07:38 GMT -6
2 years ago H and I traveled around Italy, and on our last day we visited Pompei. At one point we were looking in one of the houses that had a loft, H jumped up to see what was in the loft...minutes later we were back on the street and he couldn't find his wallet. We immediately knew what had happened, his wallet fell out of his pocket since he was keeping in his front pocket as to not get pick pocketed. We ran back in and it wasn't there.
We spent the next few hours trekking all over Pompei, trying to find people that spoke English and figure out what we could do. We filed a police report and the officer was really blasé, then we found a super helpful guy that worked at one of the gates. He called around and found someone at one of the other gates that had a wallet turned in! We had been walking around in the heat for hours (oh, and I was 7 months pregnant) but then ran to the other gate, a good 10-15 minutes away - and they had his wallet! Everything was still in it; money, H's military ID (which we were most worried about) etc. Pompei and the surrounding city, Naples, is known for pick pocketing and other crime...one employee in Pompei was like "good luck, no one would give a wallet back here - people are the worst" ... H always has the best luck, seriously.
The craziest part was that last year H and I both found a message in our "other" messages on Facebook from the guy who found H's wallet. Apparently the guy had found the wallet and immediately looked H up on FB and sent us each a message, had our cell phones worked it might have saved us a ton of stress. H wrote back to him, told him we found the wallet, and thanked him. We saw the messages a few weeks before we were heading to France (the guy lived in Paris) and we offered to buy him a drink but it didn't work out.
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