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Elphaba · 07-14-2005, 08:47 PM

An odd reminder if looked upon by another.

Saturday is the celebration of my father's life, and his grand-daughter proposed bringing a couple of water guns for fun. I reminded her of the last water fight instigated by her and my nephew. Garden hoses were used in and outside of the house. They were merely children then.

The competitive nature of the Norwegian Mafia is now in play. Godmother is buying up guns, and as her heir apparent we are back to back with our deadly weapons. (Plus running about is not in the cards for either one of us).

Any non-participants will be subjected to the oscillating water spray cleverly hidden upon the Norwegian Mafia's deck.

All will be soaked to the bone, and my father will smile that we remain foolish in celebrating him.

Daniel_ · 07-14-2005, 11:44 PM

Go for it.

Don't forget to get some DEFENSIVE equipment.

I kind like those big foam pool floats - they make perfect sheilds.

Cynthetiq · 07-15-2005, 01:41 AM

NYC is going to have a huge gave of Killer/Assassin with water pistols

I haven't played it in some time...

http://www.streetwars.net/

raeanna74 · 07-15-2005, 04:23 AM

Sounds like a blast. Celebrating our daughter's B-day today and tomarrow we're having the neighbor kids over - that too will involve some water.

maleficent · 07-15-2005, 05:50 AM

Oooh sounds like a good time... what a nice way to remember someone with lots of fun and laughter

JustJess · 07-15-2005, 06:15 AM

I think you just gave me an idea of how I'd like any memorial service for me to be run. With water guns, baby.

vox_rox · 07-15-2005, 06:33 AM

Sure you can have my water gun, when you can pry it loose from my cold wet hands!

Have a ball!

Peace,

Pierre

Ripsaw · 07-15-2005, 07:45 AM

Without fail, I get shot in the eye. Every time.

genuinegirly · 07-15-2005, 07:56 AM

What a delightful way to commemorate someone's life!

And it sounds like your family knows how to go all-out with the water fights. If I ever used a hose in and outside of the house, my parents would have both had heart attacks! I remember this one time that was especially fun, when my brother was quite stealthy hiding his squirt gun but my dad was more stealthy with the hose. I love water fights. There is little better when it comes to family fun.

Enjoy! And happy remembering~!

Elphaba · 07-15-2005, 08:23 AM

Ahhh, shields. Hadn't thought of that.

Elphaba · 07-15-2005, 08:32 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ripsaw

Without fail, I get shot in the eye. Every time.

Note to self: Unless you are under the age of 3, face shots are a party foul.

Cynthetiq · 07-15-2005, 09:21 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Elphaba

Note to self: Unless you are under the age of 3, face shots are a party foul.

ahh the party foul... miss that statement

martinguerre · 07-15-2005, 12:53 PM

Quote:

my father will smile that we remain foolish in celebrating him

may you be so foolish for many many years to come.

Elphaba · 07-17-2005, 03:37 PM

I was forewarned that a certain teenaged nephew would be gunning for me, so I scored big at Walmart. Along with the bazooka, I bought eight other "pieces" of various sizes. I was disappointed that the bastards didn't carry a multi-gun holster. Striking fear in your enemy's heart is a great psychological advantage.

Hubby and I did a test run of the bazooka when I got home. It's common knowledge that any responsible gun owner must *know* their weapon, and I'm damned responsible. After firing off the last of the ammunition, I was convinced the boy was toast.

Arriving at the Norwegian Mafia's house the next day, I was greated by said "boy." Did I mention that he towers over me? Right behind him was...another teenaged boy. Hmm, this wasn't anticipated. I remained confident, however, because if things get tough I will pull the "old auntie" card. Yep, that's always worked in the past.

The boys help us unload the 'burb and bring everything into the house. Here is when my well laid plans began to unravel. We're a rambunctious lot, but we do engage in civilized behavior at times. I assumed that the gun fight would begin at an agreed upon time, with party fouls understood by all gun slingers. Silly me.

My nemesis spots the bag of weaponry, grabs the bazooka and fires a head shot at me in the kitchen. I don't know which one of us was more surprised when I got a face full of water. (Notes to self: Never assume you have fully emptied your weapon, and teenagers do not subscribe to civilized behavior).

The boys run out the door with the weapons to fill them up with the garden hose. Although this has not been an auspicious beginning, at least they are doing all of the work and I will just confiscate whatever I need when their not looking. A good warrior always has a Plan B. I hadn't really thought a Plan C, D, and the remaining alphabet would be needed. Silly me.

I'm pleased to see the boys have turned against each other and are racing about the backyard firing at will. I enjoy the safe haven of the house and chat with the other "grown-ups." (This term is used very loosely in my family). Eventually, I step outside to have a quiet smoke under the carport. Immediately, boy1 runs around one corner of the house and boy2 comes around the other. I am a hapless, unarmed, about-to-be-victim but the boys are so busy shooting each other they don't see me stealthily slip back into the house. (Note to self: Don't forget Plan B before re-entering the war zone). Peeking out the door, I see boy2 has abandoned the bazooka and is firing two-handed with the smaller guns. I dash out and retrieve my weapon and turn toward my enemies. Drat, the gun is empty! I take a few shots to the back as I scamper back into the house for a refill. Whew...loaded and ready. (Note to self: "Empty" is why a gun is abandoned, ya goose).

The "grown-up" nephew is now advising the teenaged thugs to attack his sister who has just pulled up in the driveway. Rapid escalation of the war is now assured. This was, afterall, her idea. After taking several shots on the way into the house, she simply commandeers a large water bucket and fills it. (Why didn't I think of that?) She patiently waits inside the door until the two once again come into range.

KERSPLOOSH!!!

There is more, much more. Under the table groin shots to the non-participators; assurances of a water-free zone (not); curiously wet carpet and floors that generated personal denials from all involved; and my extreme disappointment that the "old auntie" card doesn't work when water is involved.

It was a wonderful day and few were not soaking wet. And thanks, Dad for joining us. Mom saw you watching and smiling.

sailor · 07-18-2005, 09:30 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cynthetiq

NYC is going to have a huge gave of Killer/Assassin with water pistols

I haven't played it in some time...

http://www.streetwars.net/

Oh my god. That is awesome.

/me wishes I lived in NYC

07-14-2005, 08:47 PM	#1 (permalink)
Elphaba Deja Moo Location: Olympic Peninsula, WA	Note to Self: Buy Guns at Walmart An odd reminder if looked upon by another. Saturday is the celebration of my father's life, and his grand-daughter proposed bringing a couple of water guns for fun. I reminded her of the last water fight instigated by her and my nephew. Garden hoses were used in and outside of the house. They were merely children then. The competitive nature of the Norwegian Mafia is now in play. Godmother is buying up guns, and as her heir apparent we are back to back with our deadly weapons. (Plus running about is not in the cards for either one of us). Any non-participants will be subjected to the oscillating water spray cleverly hidden upon the Norwegian Mafia's deck. All will be soaked to the bone, and my father will smile that we remain foolish in celebrating him.

07-14-2005, 11:44 PM	#2 (permalink)
Daniel_ Evil Priest: The Devil Made Me Do It! Location: Southern England	Go for it. Don't forget to get some DEFENSIVE equipment. I kind like those big foam pool floats - they make perfect sheilds. __________________ ╔═════════════════════════════════════════╗ Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air, And deep beneath the rolling waves, In labyrinths of Coral Caves, The Echo of a distant time Comes willowing across the sand; And everthing is Green and Submarine ╚═════════════════════════════════════════╝

07-15-2005, 01:41 AM	#3 (permalink)
Cynthetiq Tilted Cat Head Administrator Location: Manhattan, NY	NYC is going to have a huge gave of Killer/Assassin with water pistols I haven't played it in some time... http://www.streetwars.net/ __________________ I don't care if you are black, white, purple, green, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, hippie, cop, bum, admin, user, English, Irish, French, Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim, indian, cowboy, tall, short, fat, skinny, emo, punk, mod, rocker, straight, gay, lesbian, jock, nerd, geek, Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, Independent, driver, pedestrian, or bicyclist, either you're an asshole or you're not. What's the best nation in the world? DO-NATION!

07-15-2005, 04:23 AM	#4 (permalink)
raeanna74 I'm not a blonde! I'm knot! I'm knot! I'm knot! Location: Upper Michigan	Sounds like a blast. Celebrating our daughter's B-day today and tomarrow we're having the neighbor kids over - that too will involve some water. __________________ "Always learn the rules so that you can break them properly." Dalai Lama My Karma just ran over your Dogma.

07-15-2005, 05:50 AM	#5 (permalink)
maleficent Junkie Moderator Emeritus Location: Chicago	Oooh sounds like a good time... what a nice way to remember someone with lots of fun and laughter __________________ Free your heart from hatred. Free your mind from worries. Live simply. Give more. Expect less.

07-15-2005, 06:15 AM	#6 (permalink)
JustJess Unencapsulated Location: Kittyville	I think you just gave me an idea of how I'd like any memorial service for me to be run. With water guns, baby. __________________ My heart knows me better than I know myself, so I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'.

07-15-2005, 06:33 AM	#7 (permalink)
vox_rox Psycho Location: Comfy Little Bungalow	Sure you can have my water gun, when you can pry it loose from my cold wet hands! Have a ball! Peace, Pierre __________________ --- There is no such thing as strong coffee - only weak people. ---

07-15-2005, 07:45 AM	#8 (permalink)
Ripsaw Chef in Training	Without fail, I get shot in the eye. Every time. __________________ "We are supposed to be masters of space, but we cant even line up our shoes?" One life, one chance, one opportunity.

07-15-2005, 07:56 AM	#9 (permalink)
genuinegirly Eat your vegetables Super Moderator Location: Arabidopsis-ville	What a delightful way to commemorate someone's life! And it sounds like your family knows how to go all-out with the water fights. If I ever used a hose in and outside of the house, my parents would have both had heart attacks! I remember this one time that was especially fun, when my brother was quite stealthy hiding his squirt gun but my dad was more stealthy with the hose. I love water fights. There is little better when it comes to family fun. Enjoy! And happy remembering~! __________________ "Sometimes I have to remember that things are brought to me for a reason, either for my own lessons or for the benefit of others." Cynthetiq "violence is no more or less real than non-violence." roachboy

07-15-2005, 08:23 AM	#10 (permalink)
Elphaba Deja Moo Location: Olympic Peninsula, WA	Ahhh, shields. Hadn't thought of that.

07-17-2005, 03:37 PM	#14 (permalink)
Elphaba Deja Moo Location: Olympic Peninsula, WA	I was forewarned that a certain teenaged nephew would be gunning for me, so I scored big at Walmart. Along with the bazooka, I bought eight other "pieces" of various sizes. I was disappointed that the bastards didn't carry a multi-gun holster. Striking fear in your enemy's heart is a great psychological advantage. Hubby and I did a test run of the bazooka when I got home. It's common knowledge that any responsible gun owner must know their weapon, and I'm damned responsible. After firing off the last of the ammunition, I was convinced the boy was toast. Arriving at the Norwegian Mafia's house the next day, I was greated by said "boy." Did I mention that he towers over me? Right behind him was...another teenaged boy. Hmm, this wasn't anticipated. I remained confident, however, because if things get tough I will pull the "old auntie" card. Yep, that's always worked in the past. The boys help us unload the 'burb and bring everything into the house. Here is when my well laid plans began to unravel. We're a rambunctious lot, but we do engage in civilized behavior at times. I assumed that the gun fight would begin at an agreed upon time, with party fouls understood by all gun slingers. Silly me. My nemesis spots the bag of weaponry, grabs the bazooka and fires a head shot at me in the kitchen. I don't know which one of us was more surprised when I got a face full of water. (Notes to self: Never assume you have fully emptied your weapon, and teenagers do not subscribe to civilized behavior). The boys run out the door with the weapons to fill them up with the garden hose. Although this has not been an auspicious beginning, at least they are doing all of the work and I will just confiscate whatever I need when their not looking. A good warrior always has a Plan B. I hadn't really thought a Plan C, D, and the remaining alphabet would be needed. Silly me. I'm pleased to see the boys have turned against each other and are racing about the backyard firing at will. I enjoy the safe haven of the house and chat with the other "grown-ups." (This term is used very loosely in my family). Eventually, I step outside to have a quiet smoke under the carport. Immediately, boy1 runs around one corner of the house and boy2 comes around the other. I am a hapless, unarmed, about-to-be-victim but the boys are so busy shooting each other they don't see me stealthily slip back into the house. (Note to self: Don't forget Plan B before re-entering the war zone). Peeking out the door, I see boy2 has abandoned the bazooka and is firing two-handed with the smaller guns. I dash out and retrieve my weapon and turn toward my enemies. Drat, the gun is empty! I take a few shots to the back as I scamper back into the house for a refill. Whew...loaded and ready. (Note to self: "Empty" is why a gun is abandoned, ya goose). The "grown-up" nephew is now advising the teenaged thugs to attack his sister who has just pulled up in the driveway. Rapid escalation of the war is now assured. This was, afterall, her idea. After taking several shots on the way into the house, she simply commandeers a large water bucket and fills it. (Why didn't I think of that?) She patiently waits inside the door until the two once again come into range. KERSPLOOSH!!! There is more, much more. Under the table groin shots to the non-participators; assurances of a water-free zone (not); curiously wet carpet and floors that generated personal denials from all involved; and my extreme disappointment that the "old auntie" card doesn't work when water is involved. It was a wonderful day and few were not soaking wet. And thanks, Dad for joining us. Mom saw you watching and smiling.