Better not start anything you don’t plan on finishing…and other words of wisdom

16 Nov

It was a saying I heard often from my younger brother as we were growing up.  It usually started innocent enough with a towel fight in the kitchen while doing dishes.  I would throw the dish towel at him while we were doing dishes and tell him to get busy and do his part so we could be done.  He would take opposing corners and swing it round and round and he would snap me with it, hard. 

There were occasions when we had squirt gun fights in the backyard with the other neighborhood kids that eventually ended up with my brother with the garden hose in hand and everyone else soaked.  “Better not start anything you don’t plan on finishing”  he would taunt.  Always begging for a reason to escalate the latest challenge. 

As we got older my parents never quite figured out that it was not a good idea to leave me in charge of my younger brothers and sisters.  I was responsible enough but our closeness in age made my brother resentful of my position of authority for the evenings my parents were out.  My brother was only 14 months younger than me and challenged me at every corner.  Eventually we would end up chasing each other around mom’s diningroom table each with a chair in hand like a lion tamer at the circus trying to back the other into a corner.  We would eventually get tired of the game and end up watching some TV.

In the winter in was time for the King of the Hill.  The boys in the neighborhood would climb on top of the biggest pile of snow around and would knock anyone down that got near the top.  It usually evolved from a boys vs girls game to finally just one boy on top of the hill, often it was my brother standing on top making faces at the rest of us at the bottom of the hill.

Today at work my thoughts went back to those days of childhood games, pillow fights, chair fights and snowball fights.  When I pulled a truck into the car wash this afternoon it still had the snow on it from last night’s snow.  It hadn’t melted yet.  I picked up a handful and squeezed it.  “Perfect”,   I thought.  “Just right” as I formed it into the perfect snowball.

I looked to the other end of the shop.  Between me and the other five hoists there were three mechanics and no customers.  Perfect opportunity to throw a few snowballs at the mechanics.  I was the only one with plenty of snow at hand.  What could be the harm?  Then those childhood words rang in my ears once more.  “Better not start anything you don’t plan on finishing!”   I was definitely outnumbered at least three to one.

I opted for the kinder, gentler version of the snowball fight.

This was actually my second attempt.  The first one slid off the hood of the truck before I could get my camera from my purse in the office.


Posted by on November 16, 2010 in Family, Life Happens


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7 responses to “Better not start anything you don’t plan on finishing…and other words of wisdom

  1. sunshineinlondon

    November 16, 2010 at 3:19 am

    Sweet! But I bet the snowballs will get thrown one of these days! My late mother-in-law used to say to my boys, when they wrestled or ‘fought’ each other, “Careful, it’s going to end in earnest.”
    Sunshine xx

  2. flyinggma

    November 16, 2010 at 8:04 am

    You are correct! Yesterday was Monday and it could end up being a long week at work if I started now. Best to wait until closer to the weekend when there isn’t as much time for retaliation. Blessings, Jeanne

  3. planejaner

    November 16, 2010 at 12:24 pm

    sweet…I am the youngest of 3 by 8 years…I felt like an only child–with 2 mothers and 2 fathers…

    like the picture…

  4. 36x37

    November 16, 2010 at 2:36 pm

    Ah. I love your snowman. And all of that lovely white frozen fluff is making my long for an Ohio downfall.

    Lovely post. Your brother sounds like a trip. But then there’s just nothing like a brother, is there.

    • flyinggma

      November 16, 2010 at 2:55 pm

      I am the oldest of six. Three younger brothers and two sisters. My brother that I wrote about is the closest in age. My next younger brother is twelve years younger and my youngest brother is 19 years younger. He was born while I was away at my first year of college. There is nothing like brothers or sisters for that matter.

  5. The Sidebar Review

    November 21, 2010 at 6:21 pm

    Cute snowman! But I hope you take the opportunity to start a snowball fight with the mechanics anyway sometime this winter! I know I will enjoy reading your post about that! 🙂

  6. flyinggma

    November 21, 2010 at 6:42 pm

    Oh I will sometime this winter. I will be looking for the perfect opportunity with just the right snow.


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