tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post1360441956198153200..comments2023-07-03T05:29:09.700-07:00Comments on Juvenescence: Think Gitmo Is Harsh? Try Growing Up With My SisterChristy Raedekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08263316476947361971noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-23349176878475453292009-01-17T23:25:00.000-08:002009-01-17T23:25:00.000-08:00This isn't just a blog entry, it's fodder. All the...This isn't just a blog entry, it's fodder. All these great sibling torture stories. Sarah Francis had me laughing out loud about the tooth! Hilarious. Somehow it makes me think that all that torment is just buttering us up for the real fight we'll face in offices, jobs, school, and sports with kids we don't know so well.Graeme Stonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14454091813490839478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-84263953467511608052009-01-14T12:30:00.000-08:002009-01-14T12:30:00.000-08:00And Tonya, should I remind you of then you tried t...And Tonya, should I remind you of then you tried to chop off my finger by slamming it in the neighbors door which was rimmed in metal siding? Throwing me out of a moving car would have been much nicer. WendyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-56943324482553990472009-01-14T12:11:00.000-08:002009-01-14T12:11:00.000-08:00I would like to point out that all of these storie...I would like to point out that all of these stories are about girls! I'm so glad I have boys. Boys just punch. Girls are sneaky. My mother tells of how her little brother caught her smoking and she and her cousin held him down and "made" him smoke till he puked.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-38466819777796837382009-01-13T13:48:00.000-08:002009-01-13T13:48:00.000-08:00I never knew how much Juliet looked like you!I never knew how much Juliet looked like you!Kelly Hudginshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12236835357270869744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-76248604646852204352009-01-11T09:51:00.000-08:002009-01-11T09:51:00.000-08:00Oh my gawd! Just came back to look at yesterdays c...Oh my gawd! Just came back to look at yesterdays comments - hilarious stuff! Apparently one commonality in writers is having been tortured by siblings! <BR/><BR/>PurpleClover and Little Ms J, I feel like you are long-lost kin! I love both of your blogs and am glad you remain friendly with one another after so many attempts at harm. <BR/><BR/>Barb, you’re right, like putting a magnet on your computer, Mom’s date bars will erase any bad memory. Who knows how much more horror I’d remember from my childhood had date bars not been used on me. :) <BR/><BR/>SarahFrances, you’ve got a YA novel waiting to seep out – just write your childhood with your Barbie-mangling, tooth extracting brother! I’m curious, what did he grow up to be? My torturer, I mean sister, now shapes young minds by teaching at Middle School. If the parents only knew…<BR/><BR/>Katie – THANK YOU! You are too kind, and I wish I lived nearby too!<BR/><BR/>Sherry - I can totally see Janie torturing you by pretending you didn't exist. I love that your brothers paid you in cigarettes - hope lots of these stories come out at the family reunion in CO this summer. <BR/><BR/>And Mom - just keep telling yourself it's my "imagination" if it helps you sleep at night. Have another date bar.<BR/><BR/>Thanks everyone for your comments!Christy Raedekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263316476947361971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-45141131516382188412009-01-10T20:18:00.000-08:002009-01-10T20:18:00.000-08:00OK, MY brother would sit on top of me and tickle m...OK, MY brother would sit on top of me and tickle me to "death", almost. I would get to the point where I couldn't breathe, and when there was no fight left in me, he would back off, leaving me gasping for breath and quivering on the floor. <BR/>Barb, sorry I locked you out, but your tantrums were such FUN! I guess siblings are designed to help us weather the worst tragedies in life. <BR/>Yes, I made date bars for years until Betty Crocker stopped making the mix (darn it!). Christy and Cathy were my tasters, and were very good at it.<BR/>Carol (Christy's mom)<BR/>P.S. Christy's childhood wasn't quite as bad as her imagination (I hope)!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-86868543195078410012009-01-10T19:54:00.000-08:002009-01-10T19:54:00.000-08:00My sister just ignored me but my older brothers ma...My sister just ignored me but my older brothers managed to educate me in the most interesting ways. When I was about 5 they said that if I'd put a chicken egg in my clothing drawer and keep it warm, it would hatch into a chicken! I kept one for about a month until my mom somehow discovered it - luckily before it "hatched." I think of Templeton in Charlotte's Web and the odor of his chicken egg treasure! When I was more like 13, my brothers would pay me to iron their pants. The usual fare was 15 cents and a cigarette! I got pretty good at blowing smoke rings. I have so much to thank them for!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-56207108137533482412009-01-10T15:37:00.000-08:002009-01-10T15:37:00.000-08:00Carol --Do you still make date bars? Did you bribe...Carol --<BR/><BR/>Do you still make date bars? Did you bribe your own kids with them?Barb Slatonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00986634968727404553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-38334126546001176502009-01-10T15:19:00.000-08:002009-01-10T15:19:00.000-08:00Okay - your blog has become my favorite form of en...Okay - your blog has become my favorite form of entertainment. SF and I frequently say, "Dang...I wish Christy lived nearby."Katie Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08067504634291164972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-82833670181844661692009-01-10T15:03:00.000-08:002009-01-10T15:03:00.000-08:00My "cunning and diabolical" brother tied a piece o...My "cunning and diabolical" brother tied a piece of string to a doorknob and the other end to my tooth--a tooth that wasn't loose at all (we were trying to earn enough money to buy a gerbil). <BR/><BR/>Then he slammed the door as hard as he could. It took a couple of tries, and we had to shorten the string . . . but the tooth came out, gushing blood all over my favorite tshirt. Worst pain I've ever felt except for childbirth. But we did score enough cash to buy the gerbil.<BR/><BR/>And, I have my own yo-yo story. But, it's about me being mean so I should probably keep it to myself . . .Hardygirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02268385174949496800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-72050966255685538142009-01-10T14:25:00.000-08:002009-01-10T14:25:00.000-08:00Man, I think our kids are too supervised to do thi...Man, I think our kids are too supervised to do this kind of stuff to each other anymore. Cyber-bullying is a poor substitute.Miles Inadahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15192681416035727896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-13000346344321611102009-01-10T14:22:00.000-08:002009-01-10T14:22:00.000-08:00I'm so glad that my sister was your MOM! The worst...I'm so glad that my sister was your MOM! <BR/><BR/>The worst thing she ever did to me was lock me out of the house (for hours and hours and hours). Then, magically, about 20 minutes before the 'rents returned from golfing I would be allowed to re-enter and bribed with brownies or date bars so I wouldn't tell. <BR/><BR/>To this day, I love cookie bars and I can still pee outside when I need to :)Barb Slatonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00986634968727404553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-9188675410351153632009-01-10T14:07:00.000-08:002009-01-10T14:07:00.000-08:00PurpleClover (my little sister) suggested I read y...PurpleClover (my little sister) suggested I read your blog. Hysterical! While I may have been diabolical and a mad scientist (I was trying to turn her into either a princess or a monkey), she has a devastating punch. I always knew that whatever I did to her was going to come back to me in some form of pain. Ah... sisterly love.Little Ms Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00034349274576201531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-32996881060386373292009-01-10T13:32:00.000-08:002009-01-10T13:32:00.000-08:00Yes, my sister likes to tell me about my own false...Yes, my sister likes to tell me about my own false memory. ;) But I still remember poison potions that she filled with every cleanser, rubbing alcohol, and hydrogen peroxide in the cabinet and then informed me if I drank I would turn into a beautiful princess. sigh. At least boys just punch and hit...they aren't "cunning" or "diabolical"...well not most. Anyhow, my sister is polishing up a memoir for publishing and said she has a whole chapter devoted to this same subject - sisterly love!PurpleCloverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07933014134696608557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-27610178884498613662009-01-10T12:28:00.000-08:002009-01-10T12:28:00.000-08:00Two words:FALSE MEMORYTwo words:<BR/>FALSE MEMORYCathy Gersichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05073859617841392194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-36681831750973980002009-01-10T10:01:00.000-08:002009-01-10T10:01:00.000-08:00Hey, thanks Heidi - I just checked out your blog a...Hey, thanks Heidi - I just checked out your blog and the feeling is mutual! <BR/><BR/>Do you still have your eighth-grade autobiography? I think that would make for a *hilarious* middle-grade novel.<BR/><BR/>If you blog about your sister's hits on your life, please come back and post the link here!Christy Raedekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263316476947361971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1368354560485761030.post-30743871516695086102009-01-10T09:41:00.000-08:002009-01-10T09:41:00.000-08:00Wow! This makes me feel so much better about my o...Wow! This makes me feel so much better about my own sister!!!<BR/><BR/>In eighth grade I had to write my autobiography. I wrote the entire thing centered around how my sister tried to kill me my whole life. It didn't involve floss but it did involve several concussions, lots of stitches and a falling out of the car incidence.<BR/><BR/>I love your blog!Heidi Willishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18420802651029097379noreply@blogger.com