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where i sometimes document what happens when i am not careful, where i share and pretend that Dad does not read all of it, nor should you if you are not of legal age!

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This cartoon from 1959 really got it.

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keeping it real....

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Decided to do a ‘pout-off’ towards Pappa because i was put in the ‘punishment chair’ which is supposed to be only for my little brothers…. this did not end well…

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from my other self...

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Onkel gave me a lickin’ with the strap and tawse. Then he put me over his lap– always hurts more after the whipping and if i did not cry yet, there is something about this position that gets me almost every time. Crap.

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reblogged from myself, or rather the one that gets into trouble but somehow has a tumblr that people can see. what a suck-up. Go figure... grrr.

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Pappa whipped me with the prison strap for being willful. And, for the record, this one hurt, a lot! Every time that strap landed the wind from it blew my shirt up… yes, wind does indeed spread the fire!

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while trying to get my tumblemess cleaned up-- like access to my ‘following’ and ability to do edit stuff to my page, i set up ravenous2bmax, my, er, doppler... so if you follow me, follow him, he is the bad one, i am the good one. really. honest...

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my big brother in Berlin gave me some inspiration to keep working on my German... Pappa has me now and wants my Dutch to progress... My butt is very mad at me too!!!

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Pappa broke two canes on my butt so until i get him some new ones i get the carpet beater for the pre-church ”sit still” caning...

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Pappa has borrowed this from my Onkel to help “keep me in line”. I will only say that it works... oh, it works alright!

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Being a middle can be harder on your stuffies than they think -and on you!!  For so long they could do anything they wanted- especially when you were asleep. Yes, they were and still are great friends and huge comforts in the worst of times, that is just how they are, however now i am older i find out they get up to all kinds of stuff that would get me in soooo much trouble! Take this photo for example: All day he sits around looking rather serious (he is German after all ;) ) and then a light wakes me up and in the middle of the night i find him at work designing some sort of WMD rocket! Suddenly i know how all those matches and 100 proof vodka and stuff wound up in my room! And even though i swore to Dad i did not do it he still spanked me!! Grrrrrrr!  Wait til i tell Dad the truth! I will get icecream and toys because Dad will feel just awful having spanked me unjustifiably and the bear will get thrown out...  er..  Oh NO! Not my beloved bear!!!  And besides, what if Dad does not believe me and says i am making up stories again(!!) and that we had talked about this before and blah blah blah -- spank spank spank ow ow ow etc. ad nasiumus?!?

I best deal with this Boy to Bear!

Ergo, and thusly: he shall write 100x in his best penbearship “ i will be a good bear and stop designing dangerous weapons and instead use my powers to help Max defend himself from Dad“  -and then, when i get back home from the USA, he gets a good spanking. With the brush! It is soo tough having responsibilities! Sigh…

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being a middle is a great deal of trouble-- getting in it, and out of it is the art we craft to better negotiate our adult lives - or some such hooey. At the moment this was taken i was waiting for the consequences of not being able to get out of trouble. Dad said go to my room and wait for him, and at that moment i could hear him coming...

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middle thought du jour

So Dad tells my little brothers to go to bed and they are:

30% already asleep. 45% yawn and stretch adorably and pad on off with a promise of a tuck-in and story, and the final 25%  waking up to claim they were never asleep and are ready for the midnight monster-movie with melted-chocolate covered popcorn and ice cream! Which leaves me, the middle, who was actually paying attention to the program -and even though Dad got bored and wanted to shut it all down -I really did have some time invested in the narration... and so there is a bit of foot stomping and sulking but truth is i am actually as tired as the little ones and ready to snuggle down in the burrow! Goodnight and sweet dreams....

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Not being a native of this area i foolishly thought Lederhosen was gonna protect my butt. Holy Cowhide! Now i know two things for sure: The origin of yodeling and the reason those dogs carry medicinal brandy !!

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Would you get mad if I wake you up by putting my fingers up your nose or by forcing my pacifier in your mouth? ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

i would get mad if you woke me up before i wanted to get up, and that would probably do it, so in which case i would spank you SO HARD you would think twice about ever doing it again... ( and if you tell Dad I spanked you, your dead!) You know little Tiger, you could DIE from having your tail tied in a knot! So think about it...

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underscore that last bit!

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jennsstampofapproval:

wtf. made me smile for the first time today.

Win. This is a good way to memorize what meds help what mental disorder if you’re a psychology major.

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Damn. And i believed the whole book!

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If your little brother takes away the snacks you've stashed, would you get mad and him?

no! because 1 he would never find my secret hiding place and 2 if he did then it would mean that Dad could too so i need a better place! Besides, i can never keep snacks long enough to hide them little Tiger! Or can i??

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in spite of, because of, or just because, i lost my shorts rather early today while my uncles were doing something boring.

Just as well, i rather needed the ventilation after they were done with me! i still don’t see why i can’t save my clock roll back until bedtime.

Truly, the lack of imagination in some so called adults astounds me!

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Treasure Island, 1914 - John R. Neill

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as a middle i can read! (littles still gotta get their stories read to them, or at least get help with 3 syllable words!) Anyway, as I said, I can read. Dad helped to taught me -and then he wonders what is going on in my head! Hooey. Anyway, so cool that I get some say in what i read to my little brothers!

Like Treasure Island-- thanks Mom!

But for a little?! You bet! The BEST!!

Perfect for a cold, stormy night too. 

the best way?  First you have to get snuggled down together and have a flickering light to read by... and then, with his stuffy nearby, paci in place and head on your shoulder, you begin reading...