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ski2bfree
11-04-2005, 08:37 PM
I punched my little brother in the arm as he sat on the old bean bag next to me, challenging the next level of Super Mario Brothers. The dingy smell of the basement was adding to my sullen mood and anticipation of him killing Mario one more time. I heard a sharp rap at the front door and couldn't help but giggle at it. The doorbell hadn't worked since our dad attempted some electrical work and accidentally cut the wrong wire.
"Papa's here!" Justin threw his controller down and ran for the stairs. I patiently leaned over and shut off the game console before following.
By the time I got to the top of the stairs, Papa and Grandma were on the back porch with our parents and my brother. He was holding a chainsaw and a lot of rope, neither of which fit him very well. Papa's features were soft and his demeanor cheerful, contrasting the materials he was carrying much as his stark white hair contrasted his dark tan face. I sat on the porch steps and watched as my father and Papa used the rope to tie off the dead maple in the middle of the yard.
"Chucky, you're roping that off the wrong way. Lead it over to the woods. Not that branch, the one under it." Papa instructed Dad. Papa had a knack for instructing Dad in such a way that always made Dad mumble things under his breath that I wasn't allowed to repeat.
"Alright Dad, knock it off. I'm 30 years old. I know how to tie a rope."
"Fine, hot shot. Do it yourself then."
Dad continued roping off the tree for another couple of minutes, working even more efficiently now that he had something to prove. Justin was walking around the yard with his plastic saw making noises like a motor when Dad stomped over to Papa and grabbed the chainsaw. Standing next to the tree, Dad pulled the cord to start the motor.
Phtpthpthhthhhhhhhh... went the chainsaw, sputtering out a few seconds later. Again, Dad pulled the cord.
Phtpththhhpththhtphpthpthpthpt hptphhhhhhh... it lasted a little longer.
"Jesus, Chuck, pull the damned thing!" Papa screamed. Dad pulled the cord one more time.
Snap. Pthpthpthhhhh...
The cord broke in half and the motor again failed to start. I watched Dad's face redden for a few seconds before returning to the basement to avoid the falling tree and the ensuing emotional explosion.

ANGLOIRISH
11-05-2005, 03:17 AM
Good story, ski! Family dynamics can be amusing when observed by an onlooker! Your Dad sounds as useful as I am when it comes to manual labor around the house. Is he left handed?

I ask only because for as long as I can remember I have been disallowed to learn or perform most physical activities simply because my being left handed made everything look too awkward. No one had the patience to teach me.

I was able to use this to my advantage - "I can't peel potatoes, I am left handed; I can't paint; I can't slice cake eveningly; I can't do anything manually because I am left-handed".
Thank you God for making me left handed. My Mother would say how useless I was around the house because I did everything "backwards" or "upside down". It was great being the only one never having to do anything. I learned quickly that if I was asked to do anything I'd wave my left arm and viola I didn't have to work! Being left-handed rocks!

ski2bfree
11-05-2005, 10:49 AM
Nope, not left-handed, he just has horrible luck with anything mechanical. He's constantly yelling "Nothing's ever freakin easy!" during the middle of projects around the house. It's my family's little joke that we're going to put that on his tombstone.
People were really that impatient to teach you because you're left-handed? That's pretty crazy. My brother has always feigned ineptitude in oder to escape labor. His philosophy is "If I do it wrong once, I won't get asked to do it again."

ANGLOIRISH
11-05-2005, 10:54 AM
Smart brother! LOL

I use "I can't do it, I am left handed " often especially if I really don't want to do something. It works on almost everything but the Income Tax people! They don't care which hand you use to fork over the cash!

Nightwolf04
11-06-2005, 04:23 AM
my dad used to be left-handed and then got forced to be right handed so he can write with both hands...find it uite fun watching him :P

my dads pretty good at the whole DIY stuff mostly it comes naturally but he's been in the building industry since he was about 16 (he's now 41 :P). So he's pretty good, can't really remeber any memories.

as I haev a weird memory, I can remeber a number for years, so irish tells me to remeber the number 12 ubntil I'm like 31 I'll be able to tell you, but remeber anything between the ages of 4 and 7 and its beyond me...

ANGLOIRISH
11-06-2005, 07:49 AM
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as I haev a weird memory, I can remeber a number for years, so irish tells me to remeber the number 12 ubntil I'm like 31 I'll be able to tell you, but remeber anything between the ages of 4 and 7 and its beyond me...

OK Night remember this number : IRISH is Number 1; you are getting sleepy and sleepier. what I tell you is fact. You must never forget even when you turn 31. IRISH is NUMBER 1!

Nightwolf04
11-06-2005, 07:50 AM
ok talk to you again in a few years irish is number 1

Smalls_101
07-17-2006, 01:51 AM
When i was four or five i had a barney chair sadly but its the turth but anyway's i was watching barney on tv and my parents were sleeping and so i got hungry i guess so i went to the kitchen and i got into the fridge and Can you guess what i took out???..... Chocholate frosting and i went back to my chair and started eating it then i feel asleep and then my Dad told me the rest but then he woke up and went to the front room and saw me on my barney charie with my fist in the chocholate frosting cup thing and the remote in the other hand then they had to through my barney chair away :( it was the best but yeah thats the best memory i have from when i was little