"treasures" we all would love to bury
- Jun 2003
Dec 2003 Archive
I've always thought of my cousin Kyle as a good kid. I'm 22 and he's
14, we love the same music share the same interests, we're generally best
buds at Christmastime and Thanksgiving (since these times are the only
times I get to see him). I figured he was a very smart kid.... until my
dad came home about a week ago from my grandparents with a horrible story
Kyle had gone and stayed at a friend's house for the night (we'll call
him Jake), my aunt figured this friend was also a good kid, and thought he
was very mature for his age (also 14) since he was always at their
house and very polite. The next afternoon when my aunt picked Kyle up she
instantly knew something was wrong, after twenty minutes of trying to pry
info out of him, he caved. The previous afternoon, the boys had been
watching the popular mtv show Jackass, and Jake got this not so
bright idea to do their own jackass stunt.
Jake, Kyle and Jake's 19 year old brother all headed outside. Jake had
this container of liquid and poured it all over his own head, armed Kyle
with the water hose and his older brother with a video camera. Jake told
Kyle "If anything goes wrong, spray me." Jake then lit the the
liquid. This little "Jackass, was just dancing around with his head a
flame. When he decided that it was a little too hot, he told Kyle to put
him out. Unfortunately, whatever this liquid was, has a reaction to water.
The flames spread and continued to do so over his entire head, until the
older brother ran got a blanket and smothered the flames.
By this time I'm thinking wait, this happened the previous afternoon
and Kyle's telling this almost 24 hours later? Turns out that this kids
moronic parents hadn't taken the kid to the hospital until almost 2 days
later! They claimed "Well he wasn't complained about any
pain..." That's because all of the nerve endings in his head were
killed, so he couldn't feel any pain. Now the funny thing is that just
last Christmas, Kyle and I were talking about this show, and he told me
"As much as I like Jackass, I could never pull a stupid stunt like
them." Right Kyle.
We haven't heard anymore news about the kid and his condition, but I
have a feeling when we do, Kyle will be mark to blame for the whole thing
and a law suit will go into effect.
My dear husband and I became engaged when I was nineteen; we
married when I was twenty and he was twenty three. At the time of our
marriage I was a junior attending college on a full scholarship; I am now
a senior and planning to attend graduate school next year. Furthermore,
though we are economically stable, we just bought our first house and we
definitely do not have thousands of dollars to spare. When we married, we
did so with the understanding that an immediate pregnancy would be
devastating financially (since half of our income was a stipend from
my scholarship) and to my career. Besides all of this, I have babysat
children all of my life, and I don't find them incredibly fascinating.
All of this, of course, didn't keep the majority of our acquaintances
from asking (before we were even married!) how many children we wanted,
when we wanted them, etc. We have asked some of our other married friends,
and this seems to a be pretty common question.
My worst personal experience of this kind, however, happened right
after we became engaged. My then-fiancé was working as a coach
for a club sports team; the team had a lot of "away" meets, and
I would generally go with them on the team bus. Mothers of the team
members were often recruited to come as chaperones, and let me tell you---
most of these women were usually quite affluent, very bossy, very full of
themselves, and completely enjoying their temporary roles as bus-tyrants. You
should have heard the way they spoke to the hired bus drivers-- as
though they were their own personal chauffeurs. We were frequently
lost because of their "navigating," and they never
Anyway, one of these women was particularly bad. She discovered the bus
speaker system early in the trip (shudder) and used it throughout the
trip. At one point, she decided to chat with me. She asked how long we had
been engaged, etc. Then, as I was expecting,
"When do you plan to have children?" I was trying to be
diplomatic, so (instead of saying, "Yeah, I don't like kids.")
I said something like, "Oh, we don't' know... not for a while!"
"Well, how many do you want? Boys or girls?" (like you can
"Well, if I had one, I'd really want a girl... I've always--"
She cut me off immediately, sneering, and exclaimed "Oh! Boys are SO
much better than girls. It would be much better to have a boy." She
then proceeded to argue with me about which sex is the better one!
I was astounded. Honestly-- she condemned me for my opinion, which has nothing
to do with the sex of a baby, anyway! Furthermore, one of the funniest
parts in that her child (a boy) is the bane of the club as he is whiny,
weak, and annoying.
Still worse-- my husband's friend, "Mark," was
adopted after his parents tried for years to become pregnant on their own.
After they had been married for years but before Mark was
adopted, one lady asked THEM if they had any children; when they
quietly responded that they did not, she sneered and sniffed, "How
selfish!" and walked away. Some people are just amazing....
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