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hambone · 03-16-2005, 10:26 AM

Ok, so I know there is a sibling rivalry thread somewhere around here, but that is not the purpose of this one.

What I want to hear is any funny/interesting stories involving you and your sibling(s).

For example:

My little sister and I would always play around when we were little and a lot of the time I would accidently end up hurting her (i.e. chase her and she falls, actually punch her when we were mock-fighting, etc.) So one day after we had watched Karate Kid, I had hurt her and she started to cry. In order to make it so I did not get into trouble. I did what Mr. Miyagi did. I asked her where it hurt and she pointed to her arm. I then proceded to rub my hands together real fast so they got warm and then placed them on her arm. Since we had just seen that it made the Karate Kid feel better, she believed that it healed her as well and we went along our business, with me escaping punishment.

This little trick worked so many times after that. We always bring it up today and laugh about it.

So anyone else?

snowy · 03-16-2005, 01:13 PM

Oh boy.

When I was about nine and my brother was about 6 and a half we were out playing teeball at our friend's house. We regularly played teeball together and enjoyed it. The two friends supervising us and playing with us were 14 and 17 respectively, so we were in good hands.

Eventually we gave up on the tee and Steve, the 17-year-old, was pitching tennis balls to us. It was sunny out, and warm, and later we had plans to go swimming in their backyard pool. I stepped up to bat, waited for the pitch, and swung. I was so focused on the ball that I didn't notice my little brother had stepped up into the area of my backswing, and CRACK! The edge of the aluminum bat connects with the center of his forehead.

Now, for those of you who don't know, aluminum bats and tightly-drawn skin (like the skin of the forehead) do not mix. The skin of my brother's forehead split all the way to the bone.

We were all taken by surprise and my brother started crying the moment he saw the blood (it wasn't the first time he'd been hit in the head, but it was the first time he'd been hit so badly). My parents, who were inside our friends' house visiting with their parents (we're all old family friends), could only see that my brother is bleeding. My dad saw the whole thing but my mother did not--and my mother immediately assumed the worst--that I'd gone after my brother with the bat.

She came out of the house screaming and no one had a chance to tell her it wasn't my fault. Being the smart girl I was (and am) I ran over to our car, which had power locks, and locked myself in. My mother immediately demanded the keys of my father, who told her to hang on a second, and explained what he had seen. My mother's anger subsided and I got out of the car on my own. Meanwhile, everyone's attention had turned to my brother, who was still bleeding profusely. Before I knew it, he was gone to the hospital and I was left standing in the driveway with Steve.

My brother still swears that I had the much better day when all was said and done--Steve, seeing I felt terrible about what had happened, called his girlfriend and the two of them took me to the mall to go shopping and buy frozen yogurt. My brother, meanwhile, spent a couple hours in the ER getting stitches and being checked over.

The scar at the center of my brother's forehead is no longer as plump or noticeable as it once was. But it's come in handy...especially the second time I clocked him in the head with a bat--the scar kept the skin from breaking.

But that was on purpose.

hambone · 03-16-2005, 01:20 PM

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Originally Posted by onesnowyowl

Now, for those of you who don't know, aluminum bats and tightly-drawn skin (like the skin of the forehead) do not mix. The skin of my brother's forehead split all the way to the bone.

whoa buddy. My dad did like this exact same thing to one of his friends as a kid. That is brutal.

ShaniFaye · 03-16-2005, 01:37 PM

When we were kids (she's 7 years younger than me, so she was like 3 or 4 at the time) we watched an old B horror film called Tourist Trap (with chuck connors). Parts of this movie included mannequins that had mouths that dropped open when they were fixing to kill somebody and you would hear this "aaaahhhhhhhhhhh" noise, kinda ghostly sounding.

Well for months after that, she would sneak out of her room and into mine before I went to bed and hide. Once momma had tucked me in and I was trying to go to sleep I would hear this "aaaahhhh" noise either coming from under the bed or from the closet hehehehehe It would scare me to death.

To this day sometimes one of us will pick up the phone and call the other and all we'll say is "aaaahhhhhh" and hang up.

I also had a scam going where I convinced her that any dessert she got....I always had to have the first and last bite (if my parents werent around that is)....that worked for many years until momma fixed her some dessert one day and she tried to get her to take the first bite "cause thats what shani always does)

*Nikki* · 03-16-2005, 07:55 PM

Shani that story made me laugh out loud.

I will have to think of some stories of me and my younger bro.

Squishor · 03-16-2005, 08:09 PM

I've got lots of sibling rivalry stories between me and my sister, but there were times when we did get along, as hard as it is to remember.

When I was 8 and she was 5 or 6, we lived in a cabin on a mountaintop with no running water and no electricity. Our cabin was actually a converted outhouse, the extra-large type I suppose. It had a big septic pit some distance off to one side where we would go do our peeing and pooping. We'd push the stuff over the edge with a stick afterwards. The odd thing is, I don't remember that pit ever smelling bad or anything - it was very deep. The only problem was, it got reeeeeal dark up there at night, and one or the other of us would always have to go. Well, she was too small to go out there by herself anyway, so I'd have to go along with her and make sure she didn't fall in or get lost or eaten by a cougar or something. It was quite scary creeping out there in the dark, knowing that we wanted to get as close as possible to the edge without getting too close, if you know what I mean. So what we ended up doing was practising long-distance peeing during the day - we'd have contests. We'd both squat down and pull up our dresses, then lean way back and shoot pee as far as we could! That way, when we went out there at night, we could stay way far back from the edge of the pit and still make it in. I wonder if my mother ever realized how we suffered?

Carno · 03-16-2005, 08:11 PM

One time I was walking along this hill with my little sister, and she said something that kinda pissed me off. The section of the hill we were on was kinda steep, and I was above her on the slope. Her back was to me, and I tried to push her down, but somehow she knew I was coming, and bent over. Since I was expecting to come into contact with her back, but instead only felt air, I fell forward onto her back, and literally did a flip over her and landed on my back in front of her. I was pretty stunned, not because it hurt, but because of what happened. I totally was not expecting that..

And boy did she have a good laugh...

ironmaiden7o7 · 03-16-2005, 10:48 PM

I would share some of my stories with you but all the ones I have are really sad and depressing. The reason I am posting is because the posts here made me laugh. :-)

lurkette · 03-17-2005, 07:06 AM

I was the oldest, with my sister being about 2 years younger than me and my brother about 5 years younger than me. I was always left in charge when my mom went out to get groceries on Saturday, and it was up to me to make sure all the chores got done. My sister and brother did nothing but fight and make things harder, so once when I was about 13 or so, I sent them to their rooms, which happened to be right next to each other with the doorknobs right next to each other, and I got a good length of twine and tied their doorknobs together so they couldn't open the doors. I got all the chores done myself in about 15 minutes and was watching tv in a clean, peaceful house when my mom came home....well, peaceful except for the "let me out of here you bitch!" yellling from the two bedrooms

I know it was dangerous if there had been a fire or something, but they could get out the windows, and frankly with them locked up the chances of a fire starting were pretty low

Another time my dingbat aunt was babysitting us, and she sent my brother (who was maybe 6 or 7) to his room for some reason. When my mom came home we couldn't find him! He was nowhere in his room, nowhere in the house, it was like he had vanished. It was a small house, so we would have noticed him sneaking out...my mom was panicked, my aunt was frantic, and my brother...had removed the bottom drawer of his dresser, climbed into the dresser, and pulled the drawer back in behind him. His room was always a mess so a half-open dresser drawer was nothing unusual. The whole time we were running around yelling "Josh! Josh, where are you?!" he was laying in there giggling his fool head off (quietly, of course, though that's how I finally found him - I heard him laughing). That was the last time dingbat aunt babysat us.

ratbastid · 03-17-2005, 10:01 AM

My brother's bedroom wall had old pair of plastic screw anchors in it from where a shelving unit had once been attached. I convinced him that there were bees that lived in those holes, and that they'd come out in the night and get him.

Yeah. I was evil.

lindseylatch · 03-17-2005, 10:50 AM

My brother and I fought like cats and dogs...except when we teamed up against my parents. I can't think of any good stories though...How sad is that?

03-16-2005, 10:26 AM	#1 (permalink)
hambone Zeroed In Location: CA	Sibling Stories Ok, so I know there is a sibling rivalry thread somewhere around here, but that is not the purpose of this one. What I want to hear is any funny/interesting stories involving you and your sibling(s). For example: My little sister and I would always play around when we were little and a lot of the time I would accidently end up hurting her (i.e. chase her and she falls, actually punch her when we were mock-fighting, etc.) So one day after we had watched Karate Kid, I had hurt her and she started to cry. In order to make it so I did not get into trouble. I did what Mr. Miyagi did. I asked her where it hurt and she pointed to her arm. I then proceded to rub my hands together real fast so they got warm and then placed them on her arm. Since we had just seen that it made the Karate Kid feel better, she believed that it healed her as well and we went along our business, with me escaping punishment. This little trick worked so many times after that. We always bring it up today and laugh about it. So anyone else? __________________ "Like liquid white from fallen glass, Nothing to cry over"

03-16-2005, 01:13 PM	#2 (permalink)
snowy Kick Ass Kunoichi Location: Oregon	Oh boy. When I was about nine and my brother was about 6 and a half we were out playing teeball at our friend's house. We regularly played teeball together and enjoyed it. The two friends supervising us and playing with us were 14 and 17 respectively, so we were in good hands. Eventually we gave up on the tee and Steve, the 17-year-old, was pitching tennis balls to us. It was sunny out, and warm, and later we had plans to go swimming in their backyard pool. I stepped up to bat, waited for the pitch, and swung. I was so focused on the ball that I didn't notice my little brother had stepped up into the area of my backswing, and CRACK! The edge of the aluminum bat connects with the center of his forehead. Now, for those of you who don't know, aluminum bats and tightly-drawn skin (like the skin of the forehead) do not mix. The skin of my brother's forehead split all the way to the bone. We were all taken by surprise and my brother started crying the moment he saw the blood (it wasn't the first time he'd been hit in the head, but it was the first time he'd been hit so badly). My parents, who were inside our friends' house visiting with their parents (we're all old family friends), could only see that my brother is bleeding. My dad saw the whole thing but my mother did not--and my mother immediately assumed the worst--that I'd gone after my brother with the bat. She came out of the house screaming and no one had a chance to tell her it wasn't my fault. Being the smart girl I was (and am) I ran over to our car, which had power locks, and locked myself in. My mother immediately demanded the keys of my father, who told her to hang on a second, and explained what he had seen. My mother's anger subsided and I got out of the car on my own. Meanwhile, everyone's attention had turned to my brother, who was still bleeding profusely. Before I knew it, he was gone to the hospital and I was left standing in the driveway with Steve. My brother still swears that I had the much better day when all was said and done--Steve, seeing I felt terrible about what had happened, called his girlfriend and the two of them took me to the mall to go shopping and buy frozen yogurt. My brother, meanwhile, spent a couple hours in the ER getting stitches and being checked over. The scar at the center of my brother's forehead is no longer as plump or noticeable as it once was. But it's come in handy...especially the second time I clocked him in the head with a bat--the scar kept the skin from breaking. But that was on purpose. __________________ If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau

03-16-2005, 01:37 PM	#4 (permalink)
ShaniFaye Submit to me, you know you want to Location: Lilburn, Ga	When we were kids (she's 7 years younger than me, so she was like 3 or 4 at the time) we watched an old B horror film called Tourist Trap (with chuck connors). Parts of this movie included mannequins that had mouths that dropped open when they were fixing to kill somebody and you would hear this "aaaahhhhhhhhhhh" noise, kinda ghostly sounding. Well for months after that, she would sneak out of her room and into mine before I went to bed and hide. Once momma had tucked me in and I was trying to go to sleep I would hear this "aaaahhhh" noise either coming from under the bed or from the closet hehehehehe It would scare me to death. To this day sometimes one of us will pick up the phone and call the other and all we'll say is "aaaahhhhhh" and hang up. I also had a scam going where I convinced her that any dessert she got....I always had to have the first and last bite (if my parents werent around that is)....that worked for many years until momma fixed her some dessert one day and she tried to get her to take the first bite "cause thats what shani always does) __________________ *I want the diabetic plan that comes with rollover carbs. I dont like the unused one expiring at midnite!!*

03-17-2005, 07:06 AM	#9 (permalink)
lurkette My future is coming on Moderator Emeritus Location: east of the sun and west of the moon	I was the oldest, with my sister being about 2 years younger than me and my brother about 5 years younger than me. I was always left in charge when my mom went out to get groceries on Saturday, and it was up to me to make sure all the chores got done. My sister and brother did nothing but fight and make things harder, so once when I was about 13 or so, I sent them to their rooms, which happened to be right next to each other with the doorknobs right next to each other, and I got a good length of twine and tied their doorknobs together so they couldn't open the doors. I got all the chores done myself in about 15 minutes and was watching tv in a clean, peaceful house when my mom came home....well, peaceful except for the "let me out of here you bitch!" yellling from the two bedrooms I know it was dangerous if there had been a fire or something, but they could get out the windows, and frankly with them locked up the chances of a fire starting were pretty low Another time my dingbat aunt was babysitting us, and she sent my brother (who was maybe 6 or 7) to his room for some reason. When my mom came home we couldn't find him! He was nowhere in his room, nowhere in the house, it was like he had vanished. It was a small house, so we would have noticed him sneaking out...my mom was panicked, my aunt was frantic, and my brother...had removed the bottom drawer of his dresser, climbed into the dresser, and pulled the drawer back in behind him. His room was always a mess so a half-open dresser drawer was nothing unusual. The whole time we were running around yelling "Josh! Josh, where are you?!" he was laying in there giggling his fool head off (quietly, of course, though that's how I finally found him - I heard him laughing). That was the last time dingbat aunt babysat us. __________________ "If ten million people believe a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing." - Anatole France

03-17-2005, 10:50 AM	#11 (permalink)
lindseylatch Addict Location: Seattle, WA	My brother and I fought like cats and dogs...except when we teamed up against my parents. I can't think of any good stories though...How sad is that? __________________ "Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities" "If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him." "It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong." -Voltaire

03-16-2005, 07:55 PM	#5 (permalink)
Nikki ~~~~~~~ Location: Charleston, SC	Shani that story made me laugh out loud. I will have to think of some stories of me and my younger bro.

03-16-2005, 08:09 PM	#6 (permalink)
Squishor Frontal Lobe Location: California	I've got lots of sibling rivalry stories between me and my sister, but there were times when we did get along, as hard as it is to remember. When I was 8 and she was 5 or 6, we lived in a cabin on a mountaintop with no running water and no electricity. Our cabin was actually a converted outhouse, the extra-large type I suppose. It had a big septic pit some distance off to one side where we would go do our peeing and pooping. We'd push the stuff over the edge with a stick afterwards. The odd thing is, I don't remember that pit ever smelling bad or anything - it was very deep. The only problem was, it got reeeeeal dark up there at night, and one or the other of us would always have to go. Well, she was too small to go out there by herself anyway, so I'd have to go along with her and make sure she didn't fall in or get lost or eaten by a cougar or something. It was quite scary creeping out there in the dark, knowing that we wanted to get as close as possible to the edge without getting too close, if you know what I mean. So what we ended up doing was practising long-distance peeing during the day - we'd have contests. We'd both squat down and pull up our dresses, then lean way back and shoot pee as far as we could! That way, when we went out there at night, we could stay way far back from the edge of the pit and still make it in. I wonder if my mother ever realized how we suffered?

03-16-2005, 08:11 PM	#7 (permalink)
Carno Junkie	One time I was walking along this hill with my little sister, and she said something that kinda pissed me off. The section of the hill we were on was kinda steep, and I was above her on the slope. Her back was to me, and I tried to push her down, but somehow she knew I was coming, and bent over. Since I was expecting to come into contact with her back, but instead only felt air, I fell forward onto her back, and literally did a flip over her and landed on my back in front of her. I was pretty stunned, not because it hurt, but because of what happened. I totally was not expecting that.. And boy did she have a good laugh...

03-16-2005, 10:48 PM	#8 (permalink)
ironmaiden7o7 Insane Location: NYC	I would share some of my stories with you but all the ones I have are really sad and depressing. The reason I am posting is because the posts here made me laugh. :-)

03-17-2005, 10:01 AM	#10 (permalink)
ratbastid Darth Papa Location: Yonder	My brother's bedroom wall had old pair of plastic screw anchors in it from where a shelving unit had once been attached. I convinced him that there were bees that lived in those holes, and that they'd come out in the night and get him. Yeah. I was evil.