April 26, 2007
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It HAUNTS ME STILL
It haunts me still, after almost, but not quit twenty years. Thanks so much to Blue Marsupial for dredging up the memory…
Growing up my sister and I were opposites in almost every way. She was tall, thin and brunette, I was short, round,(in my mind curvy)and blonde. The differences went beyond appearance.
D was an extrovert to an extreme I wasn’t quite as introverted as I would have been if she wasn’t around, and we were almost always together. Sometimes a good thing and sometimes bad. I would like to say it was because of our great love, respect and adoration for each other. It unfortunately, has more to do with the fact that I am almost two years her senior and had a drivers licence and car.
It all happened one fine summer day. Mamala, sister and I were sitting in the kitchen together, enjoying each others company and the fine summer weather, all of the windows and doors in the house were open.
We lived in the small but idealistic town of Williamsburg, our house was in the center of the Burg. Not much happened there with out everyone knowing about it.
As we sat and talked I felt it coming over me, that pressing feeling we all experience at sometime or other. Normally I would have gotten up and left the room. I’m not one to pollute someone elses air space intentionally. This day I chose not to, I was comfortable and we were in the middle of a conversation, so out it slipped… As far as farts go it wasn’t impressive, not terribly loud or smelly.
I said excuse me and was moving on when I noticed the shock on my sister’s face.
“You farted…” it was said softly, her mouth dropped open. “You farted” she said again.
“ I said excuse me” I started to say but was interrupted when she started to laugh.
”YOU farted…” Her voice was getting increasingly louder, she had jumped from her seat and had a giant grin on her face…
“I said EXCUSE ME.” I said trying to make myself heard over her increasingly loud laughter and now continuing chant “YOU FARTED! YOU FARTED!…” Over and over. My mother started to laugh too.
I didn’t understand this reaction from someone who often cut one loose wherever she was with a small chuckle or sometimes even a “Wow, that was a good one.” depending on who was around.
I could feel the heat of my face as the blood rushed to it. The sound of screen doors slamming echoed throughout the Burg, as the neighbors rushed to their porches straining to see what all of the excitement was over.
Finally my sister calmed down, with only the occasional giggle and hiccup. Wiping the tears from her eyes the laughter had squeezed out, she just grinned at me.
“What was that about?” I asked. Not really knowing what to expect.
“I just have never heard you fart before.” was the reply.
To which I responded “I many NEVER fart again.”
The next morning we picked up my friend Shelly for the drive to school. D sat quietly in the back seat, while Shelly took her place beside me.
“SO.” She said “I heard you farted.”
They both started laughing. I should have made them walk.
Good bye my friends. If you don’t hear from me again it’s because my sister has killed me. Ang
Comments (29)
LOL! I love fart stories!
That’s too too funny! Ya know, I don’t think there was a time growing up that I dare fart around my brother for fear the same thing would happen to me! (Never let one accidentally slip either!) I’ve had boyfriends in the past swear I must never do it because they’ve never heard me either…Guess I must just be good at controlling them. Now that I’ve said that though, it’s sure to happen sometime soon!
hahahaha…better out than in is what I’ve always heard….hahaha that is so stinkin funny (pun intended…….hahahaha).. and in regards to your last post – I love Sunny Yellow rooms….they are so happy to be in, if I was looking to buy a house I would look for one with yellow paint and it would probably look great with black and white floors too….(hahaha – the hubby calls em barking spiders)
heehee- that was a good one
Sisters can be soooooooooooooo mean! I am with ruby in that I like a good fart story.
When Trusty is with her sisters I just sit back and listen, they still get goofy as kids.
I am sure I would get along just fine with your dad, will check out his site at work tonight if I get a chance.
Chew has always gotten a few ticks even with the meds way out on the tips of his big floppy ears, just bad luck I guess.
HA! That definatly beats my fart story on my bloggie today.
thanks for making me laugh i needed it today.
That was good , glad you shared, LOL i needed a laugh
I will never forget the first girl I can remember farting out loud and then laughing and making a huge production of it! I was so surprised! I hope your sister doesn’t do you in! I would surely miss your stories. For selling a house..neutral colors are called for and I think bamboo on the floor of a sunroom would be very nice. Good luck with all that, I hope you’re OK with it. Peace
sorry but have had no luck, tried fisermanTC, FishermanTC, fishermantc, TCfisherman does he belong to a blog ring?
Night shift eh I do two crosswords and the cryptoquip, some nights I actually work but try to keep that to the minimum. Latley I try to explain things to our new French owners which is akin to explaining quantum physics to Chew. The head turns a little, the feet shift around and they look right at you but nothing is sinking in.
Remember the teacher speaking on the Charlie Brown cartoon specials,,,WANH WANH WAANH WANH
But, but… girls don’t actually do that, do they?
*howling*
That would be the reaction in my house hold should I let one go.
Mom (me) is known as the one who NEVER farts.
(I blame the silent deadly ones on the dogs*grin*)
LOL. Potty humor has always been big in our family. My uncle would say things like, “shot a bunny”, or “clam chowder makes em louder”, or my dad would lean over in his chair at the dinner table and make mom so mad…oh such wonderful memories. hehheh.
That was hysterical!!! Did you get her back for telling everyone???
She didn’t tell anyone on purpose…
I have gotten her back though… I cannot count the ways…. hehehe…
I crop-dusted my brothers (and now my kids) all the time! It is almost a rite of passage for us. But we were all boys – I guess girls have a better sense of manners than we.
Funny, funny! I have to tell you that I belch really load and it is worse when we go horseback riding. It has now become the standing joke that Coal (my horse) is stepping on frogs. A friend will yell, “coal just stepped on another frog”!
Ha ha ha YOU FARTED!! LOL…we have a saying in my family which started with my dad……”Where ever I may be, may my wind blow free.”
Last night, there was a very serious discussion of the impact a mcdonald’s (or equivalent) hamburger contributes to carbon emissions, climate change, and the like. The scientist droned on about the amount of fossil fuel it takes for the farmer to fertilize, kill insects, plant and cultivate, then he discussed the bun, again the many inputs from growing the wheat, making the additives, baking the bread, etc. Then he talked about producing the beef. The fuel used to scoop and spread manure, the cost to slaughter, process and distribute and so forth. Finally he said (and I paraphrase here) that the remarkable thing about the hamburger you buy is that the greatest amount of atmospheric loading is the enormous amount of belching and farting (methane, m’dear) done by the steers while they are still alive. By that standard, I suppose, nothing we can do will ever measure up to that.
And for extra credit, I recommend that you find a copy of a short essay called 1601 by Mark Twain (maybe online somewhere) and read it.
being the same would be boring…..
haha that was a funny post. maybe your sister’s just amazed cuz she doesnt fart. haha she’s not normal at all. haha lol thank you for making me laugh in this fucked up day. peaceout ^_^
You should eat beans and go visit her or drive her some place in a very small car for hours while your digestive tract works itself out.
Bamboo on the floors would be very nice. I’ve seen pictures but we couldn’t find a place here that sold it or could even order it when we did ours. People thought we were crazy but at other places it is popular.
Considering you expelled bad air and replaced it with clean air made you a better person, besides, i am sure it was just an accident.
The best one of the day is when you both settle under the Duner, then squeeze one out, it is the Best!!!!!
Hope you have a Great Friday!….
…..***wooofff***…..Sorry I had to let one rip!….lol….
Nice Memory Ang! LOL…Thanks for sharing. Sisters dont kill (or do they?) Have a Great Day!!
well if you get killed your sister has to blog in your place…
Your story stinks. -just fartin around. lol RYC: Thanks
There’s nothing quite like a good fart story….
I’ll have to share mine some time. It’s a good one, a bit embarassing, but definitely a good one!
LOL! The way you wrote that had me laughing my arse off. Love it!