ROTFL I saw the title and was going to ask if I inspired this!!! LOL I’ve done many more silly things I’ll be back soon to share LOL

I did something very similar Liza, but I lived in Australia, thehottest part of Asutralia as well & boy did those eggs stink when they broke!

Once I decided I was going to dig to china. I was a secretive child and I really didn’t want to share my hole to China, and also I was aware in a childish fashion that many people didn’t like ‘The Chinese’ but ‘The Chine Were Always Trying To Steal Our Jobs’ (much disaproval and sarcasm towars these backwards views btw). Well I thought that they should get jobs too, why did all these Austrlians have jobs, why couldn’t the chinese have them? I decided that if I dug a hole to China in a hidden place the Chinese would be able to gets jobs and then they’d be happy.

So one day I set out into the bush from my house, with a shovel. I dug and dug and dug, then went home intent on resuming the next day. My parent were curious to know where I’d been with a shovel when I came home covered in red dirt and evasion (at about 8yrs old) wasn’t really possible. They never did tell me why I couldn’t dig to China, instead they told me that China was so far away that I’d have to dig until I was old like them before I’d get there – so I gave up.

that’s so funny! i had a similar experience… i saw some tv show when i was little and the teenage kids had to carry eggs and pretend they were babies (you know… like for health class or something…) i was prboably maybe 9 or 10… so i sneak an egg outta the fridge and i would carry it around in a little shoebox. i think i knew this was not a good idea b/c i kinda remember doing it when my mom was not around… i got bored with the game eventually, like kids do… so i put the egg safely underneath my bed. and. forgot. about. it.

my mom was not pleased a couple weeks later when she FINALLY found out “what the hell” that smell was…

i’ll have to think of more, but that just triggered my memory…

When I was little I lived in Louisiana.  The birds would fly south. I would see more birds in winter. I wanted a bird so bad. I was out there for days trying to sneak up on them and catch one.  By the time my Mom noticed I had taken all the bread out and broke it up all over the back yard to distract the birds while I tried to catch one.  Never caught one tho and Mom was upset about all the bread being gone.

Oh another one.  I had this dog named Cinnamon. A nice happy mutt. I taught him to climb the ladder and slide down the slide. One night I chained him up to his dog house next to the slide.  Poor dog climbed the ladder and howled and howled that nite. I went outside to find him stuck atop the ladder. His chain was too short for him to slide down.

Also I had him climb the ladder to the roof of the house. Dad was doing some work up there. Well Cinnamon got stuck and couldn’t get back down. He was stuck on top of the house. That poor dog.  Dad finally got up there and got him down.  HE must have weighed about 25-30 lbs.

Also I would put him in the tire swing and swing him. Poor dog he would get sick.  I was trying to dress him up for a parade we had in town.  He hid under the house and wouldn’t come out.  That dog knew when I had some clothes in my hands to go hide. He hated getting dressed up.

I taught him to do tricks on those big cable things you can turn on it’s side and make a table.  HE would walk forward and backwards as I rolled it. Grandma would come to watch the show. She never learned english and I never learned cajun french but she sure would clap and give me hugs.

OH I taught Cinnamon to ride my tricycle too. He would pedal and turn right and left. That dog was probably so glad when he passed away. No more torture.  We would go out for the day shopping and when we came home that dog had a big grin on his face. Poor thing.

OH Mawmaw (grandma) was scared of monsters. I had this rubber frankenstein about 6 inches tall.  I would sneak up on her while she was watching tv and scare her with it.  Mom finally took it away. 

I would put it on my door to scare my nephew to keep him out of my room. It worked.

Oh my super glue antics.  This girl I hated in high school.  I put superglu on her seat.  Bell rang to go to the next class and she couldn’t get up. Later on in the day I saw her with a hole in her pants.  AFter that I put the super glue on her desk.  She put her books there and again when bell rang for the next class she couldn’t get her book off the desk. hehee. Super glue was so much fun.

My son was a prankster too.  HE would tie  a fishing line to his wallet or to a 10.00 bull.  When someone in class would see it and try to grab it he would pull the line just out of the persons reach. Hehehe.  Even his teacher got a kick out of that one.

Oh the fun we had.

Ok we were raised very strict when I was growing up; I was the kid who never got candy or kool-aid or cookies and tried to trade my apple for fruit rollups at recess. I think this is why we were monsters when we had babysitters…We were like the simpson kids, my parents could never convince a sitter to come back more then once!!! LOL

So one thing I did, I was bored and my brother was bored and I found a roll of duct tape and convinced him to let me tape him up. He couldn’t move at all!! Then he’s like, ok don’t push me down. So i did…then he’s like ok don’t push me down the stairs…so I did (gently he wasn’t hurt) and I hid him in the basement. My sitter was frantic looking for him as my mom was on her way home…’have you seen phillip?” me-‘ i think he was headed down to the lake’ we lived about a block from lake huron….LOL she had a freaking heart attack!! I never told my mom until we were older, and she still remembers finding a bunch of cut up duct tape and frantic sitter and getting no explanation !!! Awww we were bad…

K&K, that is soo funyy! And evil. I love it.

Some of my younger siblings and I used to look for dead animals (birds, lizards etc) so we could bury them in a pet cemetary we’d made behind an old barn. We’d have a service and everything. I think lots of kids did that kind of thing.

“Ok we were raised very strict when I was growing up; I was the kid who never got candy or kool-aid or cookies and tried to trade my apple for fruit rollups at recess.”

haha!!! omg sounds just like me!!! In my lunch box I’d have organic granola and like a sprout sandwich and I would try to trade for cinnamon rolls, fruit rollups, or anything with artificial sugar in it. I remember my mom went through her vegan phase and all we ate were tofu burgers and soy milk. No child should ever go through that!!

When I was a kid I wanted lots of pets. I would catch other people’s outdoor cats and bring them home and try to pass them off as abandoned so I could keep them. Of course my parents saw right through that. We would have wild rabbits in our yard and my mom told me to go try to feed it carrots, so I did cause I wanted one as a pet. I also wanted a pet snake so I ordered a snake trap online (who gave me a credit card?!). My parents thought it was so funny and wouldn’t work. After the first night it was out I ran outside sooo excited and there was something in my trap!! My parents had put a TY beanie baby snake as sort of a joke. I was sooo mad and they poked fun at me for like a week….until I caught a garter snake!! I fed it worms and crickets for a week until my parents made me let it go.

I also found this one crazy dog and begged my parents to keep it. It was very wild and jumped all over everyone and wouldnt listen. I was very scared of it but I still wanted it. haha

These stories are hilarious!

I’ve got a goofy one:

My mother grew up in the depression (she had me late in her life)  and  she was an extreme stickler about finishing everything on our plate. And she wasn’t kidding around about it.  We HAD to finish everything.    The only problem was she wasn’t a very good cook.  So i learned the skill of  illusion.    I’d always use a spoon,and I’d bring it up to my mouth, do a quick turn, drop the food into a “napkin net” on my lap,and put the now empty spoon into my mouth as if I actually then took a spoonful of the hellish food.  I’d always make sure she wasn’t looking directly at me so that at least my “actions of eating” could be noted from periphial vision.  Then I would scrunch up the napkin filled with food and put it in my pocket to bury out in the back yard later.  My mother was terribly nosy….or clever herself (however you want to look at it) and she could find old veggies in napkins, so that’s why I resorted to drastic measures. 

So one day, I bragged to my brother about how I bury all that icky food throughout the backyard.  Well, he decided to one up me (I was about 8 years old)  and he said “OH NO!! Don’t you know what will happen?  All the food you buried will begin to grow out there – the squash, the spinach, the cooked carrots….all of it will begin to grow and they’ll know your secret!!!”

Let’s just say I was the best backyard weeder a mother could ever ask for for about a year, until I grew into a more clever brain.   : )

haha what funny stories you guys have! mine was the opposite of urs k&K mine was like oh give it her if it shuts her up, so i pretty much lived off junk food and grew very unhealthy so better to be your way than mine huh!

OH my gosh. That reminds me of my son.

He could not get dessert til supper was gone.  HE would go eat his hamburger or what not in his bedroom. Would come out empty plate all ready for dessert.        WEll one day his toilet clogged. I got the plunger and out came some food burgers vegies and what not.  So after that he had to eat with his door open.  A week or so later I noticed a lot of flies and stuff flying around in his bedroom. Couldn’t figure out why.   A few days later after trying to find where they were coming from I opened his drawer where they kept hovering over.

.    OH my gosh there it was.  All his half eaten food and such.  Peeeewww.  There were bugs and maggots in there.   I salvaged what toys I could out of it and we hauled it off to the dumpster.  EEEEWWWWW gasp.

Finally I asked him why he did that.  He said he wanted dessert and he wanted to save some room for it.  He knew he wouldn’t get dessert til he ate his supper.

After that he ate in the living room with us.  I just know he gave some of it to Odie too.  Oh Odie is the dog.

I will never forget that. He remembers that too.    Yep the things kids do.

I used to climb the tree in the back yard like my bro did.  I would get too scared to climb down.  My bro came and got me down 3x.  Then he said no more.  Dad came out to my screaming.  He verbally encouraged and guided me down.  After that not only could I climb trees I could also get down from them.

Gosh this brings back so many memories.  Dad with his new riding lawnmower would hook up my wagon to the back of it and pull me around the yard while he cut the grass.  That was fun.  Cinnamon would follow us and hop in.

About 10 years ago, when i was five, my family and i lived in anchorage alaska, and my cousins and the rest of my family all lived in michigan so we didnt get to see them often. Well one time my favorite cousin came to visit us and i had so much fun with her i didnt want her to go. My parents said jokingly for me to go get packed and i could go live with her in michigan. so i packed every single clothing item i had into one bag and brought it downs stairs. then after i did all that work, they finally told it was a joke and i had to stay and live with them, well i didnt like that idea. so i dumped all my clothes in their bedroom because i didnt want to put it all back in my bedroom (i got in a lot of trouble for doing that later) and i packed myself in one of my cousins suit cases. well my parents noticed something was up when all my my cousin clothes were thrown all over the guest room, but she had a full suitcase….. so they decided to play a trick on me. they picked up the suitcase and brought it downstairs with the rest of her stuff and then made a pretend call to the police to report a missing person. they actually called the neighbor. he came over (by this time i was getting really hot) and said that they couldnt find me. they pretended they were sad but then said they were going to go throw all my toys away……..I didnt like that idea. so i jumped out of the suitcase and ran to my room and hid all my toys under the bed…..let’s just say i got into a lot of trouble that night and had a lot of cleaning to do.

OMG, these stories are hilarious! I am just rolling! Liza – I STILL do that with ants when I am out camping. I am fascinated by them.  (It doesn’t take much)

i think it’s in the need for little girls to “mother” something… 

in 2nd grade, we used to catch tadpoles (in a large puddle that never went away in the corner of the school’s playground) and put them in baggies and sneak them into school.  the teacher would make us put it by the sink and we’d have to take them back out after school.  this teacher was our FAVORITE, so we’d bring her bunches of LILACS from my friends lilac tree EVERY SINGLE DAY.  i can imagine now looking back, how annoying that must have been to have tons of lilacs every day, but she never expressed displeasure, so we kept doing it…

another time we caught a couple toads and had them in a bucket with water.  one of them start SPURTING out eggs.  TONS OF THEM!!!  we had to go deposit all this toad jelly back in the pond…

That’s so sweet, Lilacs every single day lol.
Once our teacher, who we all hated, complained that no one appreciated him & he didn’t care what happened to us cause we were a bad lot (this was right after one of the girls had set fire to her desk during math), so my friends got together and we started bringing him an apple each every day as a show of ‘respect’. My mum was so thrilled that I was being healthy & eating so much fruit, never suspecting that I was just being a horrible, sarcastic little bi*tch. To this day she thinks I love apples & will always have a pile of them when I go home & visit, a pile that I feel morally obliged to eat!

LOL C&C…your poor mum, thinking your such a great child…!

At least the apples are good for you!

This apple is similar to the one I gave to my teacher as a sign of respect. Think I was 12(?)

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R E S P E C T  ……..    Find out what it means to me.

That poor teacher hehee.  These stories are hilarious.  Setting fire to the desk and I thought my superglue  stunts were the greatest but burning desk that beats all. 

And stinky rotten eggs.  EEEEEEEWWWW    Yes I had an egg fight with my step kids during halloween.  They climbed the tree in the back yard and I snuck out there throwing eggs at them. Ketsup mustard too….   After a few days oh my gosh what a stink.   Nope we never did that again.

We had to take home ec. in highschool and do the egg thing.  I failed it cause I would not do it. So I guess we escaped the smell of 1 bad egg.

Jerseygirl- That apple!! HAHAHHAHAA!!! I would have not been a happy teacher with that one. I think I would given a stink eye that could maim