If you didn't already know, today is Jeffrey's birthday. I thought it would be cool to do a post in his honor to remember the occasion, so as he would say: Do you remember when....When we were kids and Papa was still working, we had access to all kinds of cool things that were removed from emergency room guests. We got keychains, patches, rings, knives, and the occasional Chinese throwing star. As a matter of fact, I happened on this picture of one that is a copy of the exact one I got from Papa's stash.
Now, as I posted earlier, pretty much all of the male children born between '74 and '80 wanted to grow up to be ninja. Which ties in nicely with Jeffrey's profile question and explains why we wanted to get to China in the first place. Anyway, after watching tons of Chuck Norris movies, all of the episodes of "The Master", the movie American Ninja, and anything else we could get our hands on, we were pretty good at choreographed fighting. We needed to be ready for the real world, though, and that meant weapons training.
With my trusty apprentice at my side, I staged a scene for practicing my accuracy with throwing stars. I had already been throwing the thing into the sheetrock in my closet (behind the clothes so Mom wouldn't see) for months. I was ready.
My apprentice took his place. Idiot. And I took my throwing star. Moron. I said, "Jeff, don't move," and I threw the star into the sheetrock beside him. Two wrongs didn't make a right, but at least they didn't make an emergency room visit either.
After all the stupid things that we did together (and that I did to Jeffrey), I'm certainly glad that we can still celebrate his birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, bro!!
5 comments:
HAHAHA!!! I remember that day. It's amazing the difference in the coefficient of friction between wet grass and dry concrete and the impact that that can have on a golf cart moving at a high rate of speed. I felt like a stunt double on the Duke of Hazzard.
YEE HAW!!
I can so remember spending hour after hour out by the treehouse with my spoon and soup can helping in the "expedition to China"! What fun we had!
Dad, the hole to China was at Papa's. Yogi was not a factor.
I remember that day too! Mom was not too happy about the holes in the sheetrock....I am not too sure if she was concerned about Jeffrey or not! Ha Ha! Michael, you were the sneaky one...getting me and Jeffrey into all kinds of predicaments. Also, I am glad we now know why we were digging a hole to China...and boy did we stay busy for HOURS on end. We should let all children dig a hole in their yard somewhere. We actually thought we would have Bugs Bunny tunnels going under the ground so we could pop up on the other side of the house or something! Melissa, how come they never helped us build a real "doll house" if we spent so much time helping them dig their hole????
Yeah. I laughed so hard I cried.
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