girl, you didn't grow up with an Southern "old school" mother. You know, the "I brought you into this world and I will take you out". I turned out pretty damn good, if I don't say so myself.

It is funny now, but wasn't so funny back then.

Not just Southern mothers did that. I used to get similar punishments from my Mexican grandmother & from my mom.

My grandma used to scare us with her meat tenderizer (you know that big metal square tool w/ things sticking out the side). She always said that if we got outta line, she would use it. (FYI: she never did use it) We used to call it the "waffle head" cause that is what it would do to you.

Don't you love that our brothers harassed us and we got in trouble for reacting? Like, the kid was tormenting you to the point that you'd lock yourself in the bathroom and all you did was call him a name! Similar story for me...

My brother and I were going at it. He was ready to beat the pulp out of me so I ran down the hall and into my room. I pushed my dresser in front of my bedroom door so he couldn't get in. He pushed on the door so hard that my dresser fell over, everything on it went smashing to the floor, drawers dumped out contents, etc. and I said the S**t word. He told on me for saying the S**t word. I got an hour long lecture on how girls shouldn't swear because they sound like sluts. Did I say a word about WHY I said that word? NO WAY. If I had told, then the next time would've just been worse...

Thank goodness we grew up :)

I just remembered one. I'm 9 years older than one of my cousins. Well, when she was about 3/4, she was drinking a water bottle in my room. She put the bottle on my dresser, and I stepped out of the room to talk to my mom. When I get back the water is spilled all over my bedroom carpet, and my cousin is drenched.

Oh but wait, did she get in trouble? NOOOOO! I did. Apparently, my mom didn't remember that I was talking to her @ the time, so I got it for spilling the water. When I *kindly* reminded my mom where I was, I got it for not watching my cousin.

I swear when that little girl was younger, I was the one blamed for all the shit she did. Thank the lord she's 14 now. lol

This was silly, but I laugh each time I think about it. The only time I ever got grounded as a child was when my brother was being mean, and I picked up a loaf of Wonder Bread from the counter and smacked him over the head with it.

See??? It's all about the brothers!

lol good thread!

I think I may have been 7 or 8 years old, but I used to catch June bugs and put them in a jar. Well, to make a long story short I found an old 5 gallon water refill container to hold the June bugs in. I think I caught like 30 of them plus some other nameless flying and crawling bugs. Some big ones I had never seen before. lol. I covered the top with my hand until I got inside. It was about 8pm, so the bugs were out. When I got inside I put a piece of tin foil on top. Later on that night when we went to sleep, they all got out. My dad woke me up early that morning. He was SO mad. My parents had to bomb the house to get rid of them. I don't think I'd ever seen them that mad. My mom and I still bring that up sometimes. It's hilarious now.:D

I used to always sleep with my cat. She knocked it over. It was laying on the floor when I woke up with not one bug inside.:o

When my brother's computer got the Chernobyl virus, I got reprimanded for it in addition to him. Why? Because I was "the one who read the newspaper and was more clued to what was going on in the computer world". Since he did not read the paper every day, he was not so supposed to know about this threat- but apparently I was.

When I was in fifth a grade, there was a chubby little kid in my class who would send me "love notes", give me presents (dandelions, a "gold" bracelet from the the 25 cent toy thingies, etc.). It freaked me out, because my parents were super strict, and we weren't allowed to talk to boys, even on a friendly level.

The boy called my house and my parents flipped out. I was punished for "flirting" and my dad told his dad that I wasn't allowed to talk to boys.

Needless to say I was pretty unpopular for several reasons lol.

One thing I can really remember getting in trouble for was in 3rd grade, every week our spelling tests had to be signed. Well one week I got 2 words wrong (the horror to an 8 year old who had NEVER gotten less than a 100 on spelling) so i freaked out about showing it to my Mom, so I just signed it myself, thinking the teacher would never know... and my Mom for some reason didn't ask how I did. Until the next week, when she was signing the spelling booklet and saw the 80 and the forged signature... which is quite ironic. I spelt her name wrong!

I was grounded for 2 weeks with that one... and my usual punishment for not doing something, was getting books taken away, or not being allowed to go to the library. It makes me laugh, that my sister's punishments were no TV, and mine was no books.

It REALLY is the brothers fault..... I too, am very glad we grew up! Now he just begs me to watch his kids :)

When I was in fifth grade, the teachers in my school district went on strike for a month. When the strike began, my parents decided that it would be a good time for a family vacation to Disney World. The day before we were supposed to start driving down, my mom had asked to borrow some cash from my aunt. My aunt went and withdrew some money from the bank and gave it to my mom. My mom put the money on her dresser without really at it. Later that night, my mom's packing for our vacation and she goes to put the money away in her bag. She sees that one of the bills is torn. She calls my brother and me into her room and demands to know which one of us was playing with the money are tore the bill. We both deny it...kept denying it. She kept yelling at us and said if we didn't tell the truth, we weren't going to be going to Disney World anymore. She sent us to bed. When my aunt got home from work (my aunt was living with us at the time), my mom told her what happened. And my aunt was like "Oh, that bill was already torn. The bank teller gave me a torn bill." So my mom woke us up and apologized and told us that we would start driving down to Florida instead of waiting until morning.

lol--I could show people my new clothes. To me, that was the same thing--until the whuppin, that is...:o

picture it: 6th grade. my best friend has a crush on the hot guy in the class. he always had cornrows but for a week he wore his hair out in a fro. we decided we would call him furburger.

when she overheard me and my friend using this name/phrase, she not only sent my friend home but i got the LONGEST lecture on using "grown-up" words and that if i dont know what something means i shouldnt say it.

i had to spend the rest of the afternoon/night in my room and couldnt come out until i told her what it meant. but i SWEAR i didnt know (and to this DAY i have no idea what it means) and it only made her madder the next morning when i still didnt have an answer for her. i'm guessing its along the lines of muff/beaver, but at 11-12, my mind really wasnt there!

a similar situation happened when i was younger (i was about 5-6 years old). i was sitting on the top of a fence that had pointed stakes at the top, and when mom came to pick me up from school that day, i said something to the effect of "my butt is all horny from sitting on the fence." and well, there went the afternoon.

its crazy because i got the sex talk very young yet mom was more uncomfortable telling me what the word "horny" meant than describing the act itself.

Yeah, that's what it is.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/defin...term=furburger


I thought of something else I had gotten yelled at for. In fifth grade, there was a new family that had moved into the house at the end of the block. The oldest daughter was about my age and had New Kids On The Block everything (backpack, lunchbox, folders, trapperkeeper, pencils, etc). New Kids On The Block had been popular when we were in third and fourth grade but was passe by fifth grade. When we were on the schoolbus, my friend Stephanie and I would make fun of the new girl for liking NKOTB and we would call her Markobitch because her last name was Markovich.

Well, after several weeks of this, the girl refused to go to school. That night, my mom got a phone call from the girl's mom. My mom woke me up and yelled at me for picking on the girl and for using the word bitch. Early the next morning, my mom woke me up and marched me down the street to apologize to the girl.

^^^ bwhhaha. NKOTB could never be passe. what's wrong with you? lol

and good looks on the urbandictionary link. why didnt she just tell me that? sheesh.

Mom, I'm sorry
 

Good grief, I still feel guilty about this one. My mom's side of the family predates the Revolutionary War as far as settling in US. A prized possession she had was a teapot carried shipboard by a great great great, etc. kept on the mantle. In a burst of stupidity while my mom was shopping my brother and I started playing football, indoors. Yep, a high pass I threw was missed, and crash, there goes the teapot, into many small pieces. My brother, a creature of understatement said I was in trouble. I wished she would have yelled a bit more, it was more of a "what were you thinking.." Then, quiet, much worse.
At thrift and antique stores, I find myself looking for a similar teapot.

I really love raw vegetables. My dad grew up on a farm and made sure we had a big garden at our house too. I was at most 3 years old, outside, alone for all of two minutes and ate as many raw brussel sprouts as I possibly could. My mom freaked out when she saw my green mouth.

Lol, this was my household! My sister couldn't go to the movies...I couldn't go to the library. :rolleyes:

I have noticed that several of these entries involve the New Kids on the Block. They peaked when I was in the 7th grade- but because I had a late puberty and was quite overprotected and sheltered (not spoiled at all, though) by my parents, I had no interest in them at the moment. They released another album while I was in the 8th grade which probably still played while I was in the 9th grade... but by the time I entered 10th grade, they were a thing of the past.

Anyhow, more trouble moments:

- coloring on my uncle's book about dogs
- coloring on my father's ABBA album
- cutting my own hair (not so good results at age 3, amazingly good when I was a teen)
- something involving a leotard swap and lying to my mother about it. Why did I go through all this? I wanted a new more stylish and modern leotard and was afraid my mother would say NO and get upset at me for even asking. She did buy me a new one eventually.
- eating in between meals and hiding the food.
- turning around on my seat when the girl behind me was talking to me. I was held after school for that and began crying hysterically.
- talking to someone ONCE in the second grade. Got me an automatic "unsatisfactory" in conduct that week- and a weekend without TV.
- shaving part of my leg in at age 11 without permission.

Gee, no wonder I am so hard on myself nowadays. Few of these are funny, some still are not.

My step bro called 911 once when he was little because Power Rangers wasn't on.

I called 911 and hung up once...I think I was 4. When they called back, I got a "talking to." :rolleyes:

- My best friend and I got in trouble for stealing her dad's Playboy out of the mail.

- I once called my brother a dumb dildo, ha ha. I had no idea what it actually meant at the time!

- I also once stuck a button in my nose (for safekeeping after it fell off my shirt) and had to be taken to the doctor's office to get it out.

I stuck a bead up my nose, but I didn't get in trouble cause my parents never found out. It was pink. I remember hiding in the bathroom trying to get it out.

This happened when I was 6 years old, and my brother was only 6 months old. We had just gotten back from vacation in Myrtle Beach, so my mom's huge suitcase was still out in the bed room. My mom needed to take a shower, and I was occupied watching Power Rangers, so she left my brother in his play pen and asked me to watch him (it was only going to be 15 minutes or so).

I then had this BRILLIANT idea to get the suitcase from the bedroom, get my brother out of the play pen, and then put him in the suitcase. I did this, and I zipped it up -- but not all the way, I still wanted him to have some breathing room. I was doing it to "surprise" my mom, like a gift. She said I walked into the bathroom, and she immediately knew what I did.

My dad whupped my ass the hardest I ever had it...

My son put a pebble in his ear when he was 4. He had to have outpatient surgery to get it out because it was resting against his ear drum and they were afraid he would squirm while they were trying to get it out unless he was under anesthesia. His preschool teacher pulled me aside when I picked him up that day and told me he had been awful all day.. oppositional and defiant and she was convinced that he hated her (she had a good relationship with his sister/my daughter a couple years prior and was GREAT with the kids). So I'm yelling at him in the car on the way home that he has to do what Miss Marcella tells him to do ALL the time and he cannot act like that. He pipes up from the back seat "I have a rock in my ear" I say "What do you mean you have a rock in your ear?"

Boy: On the playground, someone put a rock in my ear.
Me: Who put a rock in your ear?
Boy: I don't know.
Me: How can someone put a rock in your ear without you knowing who did it?
Boy: They were behind me
Me: If I have to take you to the hospital to get a rock out of your ear, I need to know who did it!!!!!!!!! (yelling)
Boy: <very quietly> I did it.
Me: WHY WOULD YOU PUT A ROCK IN YOUR EAR?
Boy: To see if it would fit

We get to my daughter's school to pick her up from latch key and I look in his ear and can't see anything. I'm not sure if he's telling me this to get out of being in trouble for being mean to his teacher or what. But when we get home, I get out a flashlight and sure enough, there's a flippin rock in his ear. ARGGGGGGGG. Hubby takes the kid to ER and they send him home "Don't let him be too active" Yeah right! He's a FOUR YEAR OLD BOY! Scheduled for surgery the next morning <sigh> What a trip! Funniest story of his life... so far (hoping it stays that way!) Oh yeah, 4 year old boy on anesthesia.. funniest thing EVER!

ETA: We still have the rock, they gave it to us in a biohazard bag...LOL

That story kicks ass.

Thought of some more.

When I was about three, I wanted to know what was inside my dad's cigarettes. My dad had just gotten a new pack and had left it on his nightstand. I took out every cigarette and tore them all apart. My dad was pissed when he saw what I had done.

When I was about four, I took a marker and drew all over my face. My mom got so mad at me. She punished me by grabbing me by the arm, dragging me outside, and cutting my long hair off. She hated having to wash and brush my hair, because it was so hard to detangle. So when I misbehaved by drawing all over my face, that was the last straw.

I drank bleach when I was 2. My sister and mom made me drink milk and then ran me up and down the driveway until I puked. Funny thing, I still remember my mother's scream when she saw the opened bottle on the kitchen floor. HA

For the record I was like 3 or 4 so I don't remember what inspired me to do this. I just know that I did. I wandered away from my mom in the local corner grocery store. Not too big a deal b/c my worked there and everyone knew us. Everyone was like one big family. So I had wandered into the aisle that carried femine products and opened one of those giant boxes of tampons. I guess I thought after unwrapping the tampons that they looked like "rockets". So I decided to "launch" them. By the time someone saw me and then and went and found my mom I had "launched" close to 50tampon "rockets" all over that particular aisle. And as several of these stories have ended.....I got my ass WHUPPED!!!!!

Bumping in hopes that someone has more stories!

I don't think I've contributed to this thread yet, so here are a few:

- One night when I was nine, my family was having meatloaf for dinner at my aunt's house. I hated meatloaf! There was something on TV that my brother and I wanted to watch, so we got to eat dinner in the TV room. I waited for my brother to leave the room for a minute, then I took my meatloaf and stuck it behind a pillow of my aunt's Drexel Heritage sofa. When my mom came in and praised me for eating my meatloaf, she noticed that I was kindof laying on the pillow in a weird way...so she lifted it up and discovered what I had done. I still get teased for it!

- When I was 10, my neighbor friend and I were skipping and playing in her front yard and decided to sing a song. So what song did we pick? Why, one of my grandpa's old Navy songs, of course! The song was full of cuss words, and the nosy neighbor lady across the street heard us and ratted us out to my friend's dad - who was a state patrolman - that night. And he did the best he could that night to scare the crap out of us!

- In seventh grade, my best friend and I snuck out in the middle of the night with a couple of boys to go T.P. a friend's house. We felt so...dangerous! We were obviously young and stupid, too, because we walked up the main arterial of the neighborhood on our way home, and wouldn't you know that the only car we didn't hide from in the bushes was a police car! All four of us got put in the back seat and questioned...one of the boys was so scared that he couldn't remember what year he was born. We were driven home to our families, who needless to say were not pleased.

-I locked my little brother (who was probably only like 3 at the time) in our bathroom. For some reason, the door could only be unlocked from the inside, and a three year old working a lock.....yeah right. My dad ended up having to take the door off the hinges to get him out.

-Not me, but I think this is funny-my brother used to get in trouble all the time because he would hoard toys in his closet during the day, and then in the middle of the night would sneak out with a flashlight to play with them. Literally -in the closet. My parents figured this scheme out when they came to wake him up, and he was nowhere to be found. After FREAKING OUT, they opened his closet to find him curled up with his Power Rangers, lol.

My mom reprimanded me for something stupid I did (I think I was refusing to eat my spaghetti and trying to demand something else for dinner) and I told her she wasn't acting like a very good Christian because she wasn't being nice. :rolleyes: I got a Biblical beat down and sent to bed without any dinner.

Haha that's cute! I would freak out, too!

I got in trouble for reading instead of cleaning my room. Seriously. I'm kind of a bookworm.

Oh yes, and then there was the time that my brother, cousin and I took my cousin's camo pants and hung them in the tree in my grandparents' yard like a windsock using my grandpa's chain. My aunt noticed early the next morning and made my brother and cousin go outside to take them down. The boys kept insisting I was in on it, but my aunt said she couldn't believe I would do something like that... and I kept my mouth shut. haha

I admitted it about two years later. haha

I was flying paper airplanes and decided to add more items to my plane. I poured baby powder in the middle of the plane and flew it down the steps to give it that realistic look of smoke coming out of it. The carpet was black and my mom wasn't happy about the mess it made.