Whats your best "dirty" memory

[Constance Innuendo]

ok the other thread got me thinking and rather than jack it I thought I'd start one. What is your best memory that would have germphobes orother overprotective sillies freaking out?

When I was a kid I lived in the suburbs but our neightbors (an older couple) had every fruit tree or bush imaginable that would grow in our climate. They also had a grandson my age. I loved summers when he'd come to visit and we'd spend the whole day hiding in the strawberry patch, or climbing trees and eating plums and satsumas (they might have seen a quick rinse from the gardenhose I don't honestly remember). At the end of the day go back home FILTHY, and sometimes too full for dinner:)

[Pansy Faye]

I would have to say the mud fight my sister and I had one summer. It all started innocently ::whistle:: when I splattered her with mud setting a pie ot bake. it got her in the face and she flipped out and threw a pie at me and well........ you can take it from there. We were covered with mud head to foot and by the time we got back inside some of it had dried and hardened in the August heat and sun.

Yeah - that was the best. Taking a bath in the big metal tub in the back yard. *sigh* I'd give anything to go back to those days.

[Buxom Wench]

It's a recent memory but WOW! what a weekend.

This description only needs three words.


Scarborough. Memorial. Weekend. :wink:

[Margaret]

My dad played soft ball in the beer leagues every Wed. night, so that ment a pack of kids to play with.

One of the places they played at had a 'sand pit' across the dirt road - a small quary with nice sand put there. Oh, the adventures we had. Sliding down the slopes, digging in the dirt (we even found a 'fossil' one time - the white bones of some small animal. COOLNESS!). Trees, dirt, mud, sand - oh hell yes it was fun!

[Selena]

When I was in my early 20's, I used to groom dogs for a living. Many of those dogs were absolutely filthy, so sometimes when you bathed them, you would get the mixture of the water, dirt, mud, hair and flea dirt all over you as you washed them. During those days, I never took a shower before work... I did so afterwards when I got home in the early afternoon. But there were days I would come home and my shoes would be caked with fur (from trimming) and my clothes would be damp with the goodies associated with getting multiple dirty dogs to a clean status. (Dirt and hair aside, it was the flea dirt that would get to me somedays!)

[Torra]

Definitely "mud squicking" with my best friend. On her property, there's a river that goes through the back yard. One summer, they drained it to clean the reservoir, so there were about 10 feet of exposed riverbed on either side. You know, mud and silt mostly. So we put on short shorts and old t-shirts and went out walking in the mud. It went all the way up to our thighs, and made the interesting noise that gave mud squicking its name.

Afterwards, since it was summer, we washed off with a hose, had lemonade and relaxed in the sun. Tons of fun.

[Lady Laurel]

A few years ago me and hubby would go four wheeling on weekends with a group in Houston on the San Jacinto River. We sometimes came home with mud from head to toe. The worst was getting the mud in your hair it would drive me crazy. That was really fun.

[Lady Sarah]

Strangely enough, I didn't really get dirty as a kid.

I remember feeding under-ripe pears from my grandparent's pear tree to the cows and petting their noses. Yum, Cow Snot! You haven't lived until you've watched a cow pick it's nose with it's tongue then slurp the pear from your hands.

It just been within the last few years that I've gotten down and dirty in the garden. Mom and I had a potting soil fight one day.

And althought I was there at Scarb Memorial Day, I didn't get filthy muddy - just rain soaked. My boots and skirts took the brunt of the mud (how I got mud half-way up my thighs under my skirts is beyond me).

Other than that..... I guess the Powder Puff Bowl my Senior Year of High School... The girls got to play football, Sr vs Jr, and we all got pretty grimey.

[WenchLadyKate]

Goosie night when I was in 9th or 10th grade. I went out clean. I came back caked in egg, flour, shaving cream and toilet paper. The cops that snagged us, didn't even want us in their car, they just took our stuff and said, "go home". lol

When I got home, I was so caked solid with egg and shaving cream that my mom got me a towel and made me strip in the backyard so I wouldn't get all that grossness on her carpets :lol:.

That year, I don't think we did anything other than get each other wtih mischeif, but we had so much fun doing it, my sides hurt for a week from all the laughing, and my hair looked amazing! lol

[RaevynCait]

It's a recent memory but WOW! what a weekend.

This description only needs three words.


Scarborough. Memorial. Weekend. :wink:

I gotta second that one!! Of course, until this year, most of my trips to Scarby have been on weekends when it rained at least 1 of the days (and in the case of the years that I just went 1 day, IT RAINED)

Texas Scottish Festival this year! Ran AMOK with 'Nae IN the muck on Sunday!

[Lady Sarah]

OH!! Seeing Kate's story about a towel reminded me... The truly dirtiest I've ever been was the infamous Toner Accident up here at work.

I was sneezing toner for a few days... *rotfl*

[RichardMacHugely]

When I was a kid we lived in a three-story townhouse with a courtyard out back bordered by a high fence, behind which was an enclosure with a lift-up lid for our garbage cans. Now, as a curious four-year old, I really wanted to lift up that lid and look into that garbage to see if my friend was telling the truth when he told me that rats lived there, BUT I was much too short to see over the top of the bin enclosure. So, I dug a hole under the fence and stuck my head in to check it out. Somehow I managed to wedge the old noggin into that hole pretty tightly. At first I was pretty philosophical about it - by 4 year old standards anyway - and I looked around at all the garbage and stuff. Then I realized that if there really WERE rats in there, I was stuck there with them with no way to defend myself, what with my hands out there on the other side of the fence and all. So I commenced to screaming as only a terrified pre-schooler can, which brought my mom running to the rescue.

Never did see a rat.

My other favorite "dirty" memory involves cast campout night, a certain pickle wench, and upstage left at the PARF Globe Stage, but I'll keep that one to myself for now.

[RaevynCait]

OH!! Seeing Kate's story about a towel reminded me... The truly dirtiest I've ever been was the infamous Toner Accident up here at work.

I was sneezing toner for a few days... *rotfl*

Ok, I'm thinking toner boogers would be worse than faire boogers

[WenchLadyKate]

Ok, I'm thinking toner boogers would be worse than faire boogers

Definately darker, but less wings... Ever really look at your faire boogers? Gnats... :yum:

[Lady Sarah]

Ok, I'm thinking toner boogers would be worse than faire boogers

definitely worse... because toner just doesn't 'blend' as well as dust and dirt - instead of brown boogers, you get streaky "OMG CANCEROUS!!!" boogers.

not to mention that it's toxic at certain levels...

[Luciana]

I had spent many summers at my uncle's farm so getting dirty was easy. From climbing the tree to pick up green plums and apples, to picking blackberries and having dark purple hands for days, to playing in the pig pen with the piglets and in the barn with the calf ... mud baths by the creek, stepping in cow "pies" while being chased by geese ... playing in the puddles during a big rain ... did I miss anything?

[Isabelle Warwicke]

In my late teens/early 20s I hung out with a fast car/mud truck crowd. I was dating Mike at the time. We would rally with every mud-type vehicle imaginable. Four-wheelers, quads, jeeps, trucks, jacked cars, et al.

New Years Eve. I was 19. Mike and I wer riding a quad all night and he kicked me off at the bonfire to go play in the deep mud pit. All of a sudden there are the sounds of hollering and crashing. Mike had flipped the quad and the mud broke his fall. He wasn't hurt at all, laughing his ass off actually. The force of the quad flinging him off had imbedded him about a foot in the mud. I ran over and waded out to help get him out. Had to get shovels and dig him out. Had to hook a truck up to the quad to pull it right side up and get it out of the pit. We stumbled back to the bonfire to get dried off (forget the mud, my clothes would never be the same.) Mike decided that he didn't want to wear his mud-sopping clothes an more. He started peeling of layers and tossing those he didn't want into the fire. Thermals, socks, UNDEWEAR all went into the fire. So here's my boyfriend sitting next to me on New Years Eve, drinking beer next to a bonfire, stark raving naked wrapped in a blanket in the middle of a field.

Man I miss that man.

[Ariel]

My three older brothers and I were the only kids on our road growing up so we always played together. We built tree forts, hiked in the woods, went swimming, annoyed one another and so much more.

I think some of my favorite "dirty" memories involve my old horse, Nugget. I'd get so filthy just taking care of him and going riding, but it was great. When he'd get an itch on his forehead he'd rub it against my back. I'd have dirt smeared from my head to my toes most days. *rotfl*

[Guinevere]

As a kid, my next door neighbour and I covered our swingset in mud and pretended we were on the kids' game show "Double Dare" (only they used things like whipped cream and chocolate sauce or green slime on the show).

Yeah. This is why my mother had a mud room built.

[Isabelle Fawkes]

How "dirty" do you want to get? Crawfishing in a pond with a "No Fishing" sign...dirty? Treasure hunting in a garbage dump...dirty? Chicken plucking...dirty? Deer hunting...dirty? Using an outhouse...dirty?????

Being raised with two older and two younger brothers gave me ample amount of time to get "dirty"...so which story to start with???

"Germaphobes" have no idea what they are up against in a world gone "dirty"!!!

[LadyLaura]

I guess the dirtiest I ever got was working in the tobacco fields. Would come home covered in dirt and tobacco sap from the leaves. Man that stuff is STICKY! And if it had been a rainy day, even worse!

And then there was the time my horse threw me in the middle of a freshly plowed field. I ended up with dirt everywhere, even in my TEETH! EW! On the good side, it was a really soft landing!

[Alchemist23]

Probably the time that my sister and I made mud shakes and told my little bro it was chocolate milk, and he drank it.

lol.

GAwd, that was mean.

[erinrai]

The summer I was around 10 or 11, my dad had a bunch of dirt hauled in to try and level out our back yard, my brother, my nephew and I all decided it would be fun to build a whole GI Joe fort in the dirt. Complete with a running river made with the garden hose placed at the top of a dirt mound. Between the digging, building, then proceeding to have "wars" (using fireworks to blow the GI Joes up), and the subsequent funerals for said GI Joes we managed to get pretty filthy every day that summer, well until my dad finally got someone in to level all the dirt mounds. Being hosed off by my mom before being allowed to enter the house via the laundry room, where we would each strip down, toss our clothes in the wash and step into a nice dry warm towel. Man, I miss those days.

[ambar]

The best I can do is horse related. From stall mucking (ewwwwwww) to brushing and grooming, to bareback riding. Other than mucking out, I miss it. Don't forget the joys of cleaning and oiling your tack........ Or cleaning out the feed room and hefting hay.....

[grygrrl]

I used to eat worms...don't get much dirtier than THAT...oh, and I also loved making mud pies!

[merestelle]

When I was little, like seven or so, my cousin and I used to make mud pies flovered with Strawberry Quik . And we ate them. never got sick.

The dirtiest have been in recent years; Probably loading the truck in preparation for SCRF 2006. We are on a "soft" site so everything had to be loaded onto trucks and brought in. We usually have a week or two to build the entire shire. So last year as we are loading the trucks it begins to rain. As the day progressed it was raining harder until by the time the truck was loaded the water in the yard was 6 inches deep. When the work was done the play began. Live mud wrestling! Huzzah!

[WenchLadyKate]

The summer I was around 10 or 11, my dad had a bunch of dirt hauled in to try and level out our back yard, my brother, my nephew and I all decided it would be fun to build a whole GI Joe fort in the dirt. Complete with a running river made with the garden hose placed at the top of a dirt mound. Between the digging, building, then proceeding to have "wars" (using fireworks to blow the GI Joes up), and the subsequent funerals for said GI Joes we managed to get pretty filthy every day that summer, well until my dad finally got someone in to level all the dirt mounds. Being hosed off by my mom before being allowed to enter the house via the laundry room, where we would each strip down, toss our clothes in the wash and step into a nice dry warm towel. Man, I miss those days.

Okay, that's just cool...

I forgot about this until I read about the dirt mound...

There was the last summer I lived in an apartment complex, that was the year we discovered summer sledding. Sliding down wet grass on empty garbage bags or cardboard boxes. Grass stains and mud on my clothes.. It was awesome. Goosie night was much messier and grosser, but this was pretty dirty too... Ah, to be that young again...

[renren]

I used to love a good training fire, when I was a vol. firefighter.
The dirtier I got, the more fun it was!!

Yup, I'm weird... or

I think my fave dirty memory would be fourwheeling, through mud and water UP TO THE HANLDEBARS! Then we got off the wheelers and wrestled in the mud! 3 adults, playing like kids!*rotfl*

[Conall Crow]

Growing up living in the country left me with several chance to get dirty. :lol: I can remember climbing tress, getting some cuts n scratches along the way. Then moving from the tree to exploring the creek bed running thru our land. Mom kept reminding me I shouldn't be running thru the mud n muck of creek water with open cuts n scraps, but I never listened.

Someone mentioned using an outhouse earlier... How about having to 'go' when there was not even an outhouse available??