January 21, 2006

Target Practice

Earlier, this post over at blog-sis Bou's busted me up, and led to me posting a story just For Bou. I said I was going to tell some more stories, but I've been forgetful...

Yesterday, I got an e-mail that reminded me of one of the stories I was going to tell...

Long, long ago, it was the "in" to make darts out of pins or needles. You'd take the eraser off of a pencil, shove the pin through, and make fins out of scotch tape. I'm sure almost everyone's done it, but now you know if you didn't before.

Anyway, I was a journeyman dart maker... there were darts all over our house. I was constantly improving the design of my darts, and my brothers and I were throwing them at anything and everything... we ended up perforating a family portrait because it was funny at the time to see a dart stickin' out of your sibling's head. Didn't take long, and just hitting a picture was no longer acceptable.

I had made up another batch of my world renowned darts, and was in need of testing them. The Perfect One and I convinced R (my youngest brother) to be the test subject. Much like Bones, Bou's youngest, R was all for it. So we ended up drawing up a bullseye on notebook paper, and having R hold it against his ass. Heheheh... the screaming damn near got all of us in trouble! But at least he wasn't the test subject for the darts I made out of straightened fish hooks... that was ugly.

Hey, at least we didn't play any games like the one found in the extended entry...

Jart Tag.jpg

Thanks to Tammi for the pic...

Posted by That 1 Guy at January 21, 2006 08:25 AM

No!!! I am not listening! La la la la la la la la *fingers plugged in my ears*

Posted by: Bou at January 21, 2006 08:30 AM

But Bou...I found that picture because I ordered the set for your boys. ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at January 21, 2006 08:43 AM

Thanks for the warning. I'll move our pictures to frames with glass and out of reach.

Posted by: vw bug at January 21, 2006 10:00 AM

Hey, nothing unusual about that. I remember making darts out of various things, including some sharpened copper wire I found in my dad's tool box.

Posted by: Contagion at January 21, 2006 10:39 AM

Thanks, Contagion. That's exactly my point. I'm just trying to comfort Bou by letting her know that her boys will end up just fine. A little scarred, but fine.

Posted by: That 1 Guy at January 21, 2006 11:34 AM

I want to agree with you - but first....I need your definition of "fine". ;-)

Posted by: Tammi at January 21, 2006 11:39 AM

I've always heard that "fine" stood for:

F***ed up
Neurotic and
Emotional unstable.

Oh, you're right they turned out just "fine". ;)

Posted by: Sticks at January 21, 2006 12:03 PM

You know... fine like Contagion and I are.


Posted by: That 1 Guy at January 21, 2006 12:03 PM

No comment.


Posted by: Tammi at January 21, 2006 12:09 PM

LOL! My favorites were out of dissecting needles/pins and tube labels. Three of the little labels went together around the base of the needle/pin and formed a perfect tri-fin that was the perfect rigidity to ensure straight flight. They also were rigid enough so that it could the thrown hard. Girls and guys did it, and no rump was safe, though the girls declared a moratorium on any above the waist. Think it may have had something to do with some accidental discovery on their part as to who was padded and who was not...

Posted by: Laughing Wolf at January 21, 2006 06:40 PM

LOL! I obviously led a protected childhood, since I missed this part completely! It's a wonder that boys grow up at all :-)

Posted by: Barb at January 22, 2006 02:14 PM

Since my mom was diabetic, my brothers & I used to play with her syringes.

Plug the tip of the needle with wax, push the plunger, and the needle-end of the syringe would go flying.

Great fun.

Dad wasn't as amused :-)

Posted by: Harvey at January 23, 2006 08:43 AM

I LOVED Lawn Darts! Those were the BEST!

Posted by: Ogre at January 24, 2006 08:27 AM