Another post today talks about our LO peeing inappropriatly and it reminded me about a number of incidents with our young son and grandsons. One of our cherished pictures from a vacation at the beach was 2 4 yr old boys standing at the railing of 2nd floor porch with pants down to anckles and Peeing in the breeze.
Also have another picture with several kids Peeing on the trees like a male dog does it.
Or how about boys that try to write their name on asphalt road while Peeing.
Or jumping up and down and all around while pressing their groin and trying to hold it one more minute.
You ladies might not have the same memories of Peeing like us guys do. But guys even like to talki about it while amongst our own kind.
Bill, if he peed from the back porch into the yard, or the front porch into the yard, or against a tree, I would smile and giggle and remind him to zip up afterwards! <grin> It is the CLEANING UP in the house we're talking about! <grin>
I've always said, for men, the world is their bathroom. there have been times when I wish I could have just gotten out of the car and stood by a tree, but women are not so manufactured.
I remember "catching" my husband peeing down a heat register and when I called his name he turned around....and sure enough he peed on me....! It is just part of the "fun" that is known as caregiving....or at least that is what I kept telling myself through gritted teeth and nasty mutterings under my breath.
Once, when I was about 16, my father and I walked half way across the high bridge linking Natchez, MS, and Vidalia, LA, and both unzipped and peed into the middle of the mighty Mississippi River -- can anyone top that? Oh yes, by the way, he commented, "That water is cold, isn't it?" and I replied,"Yeah, deep too!"
Isn't it funny how you remember that so clearly. Little moments that stay in your find forever. And of all moments, this one is particularly funny!!!!!!! Very few of us can lay claim to having peed in the Mississippi. Just think about that, Mr. Gourdchipper!
Those little "funny memories" from our childhood are precious. My only memories from childhood peeing is jumping around and trying to hold it back. Like Chris says "ladies are manufactored different". (Actually I can relate to that not very long ago)
We bought a new split-level house 46 years ago. The kids were really young. 2, 3yr old twins, 5 and 7. The girl was 7, the rest were boys.
The lower level was completely unfinished. There was a hole in the floor with a big wooden plug where a toilet could be installed.
You can see this coming can't you. I kept smelling 'pee.' I finally caught all 4 of them. They had removed that wooden plug, were on their knees peeing in the hole.
One other time they got into a 'pissing contest' and were trying to pee over the telephone wire.
We had a neighbor who had all girls. She was shocked and wouldn't let her sweet little girls play with my nasty little boys.
There was no one happier than me the day I caught her little girls making mud pies out of--you guessed it. They were in my back yard playing with our little girl. (She swears to this day she wasn't involved.:) I did call this neighbor and as sweetly as I could, I asked her if she would ask her girls not to do that anymore because it wasn't very nice.
I just know God is going to punish me some day for that.......
So far, DH has not had problems of this nature. But I do keep myself alert.
<<One other time they got into a 'pissing contest' and were trying to pee over the telephone wire.>>
I used to think it was a pretty good challenge to pee over the top strand of a barb wire fence, but I never hear of anyone trying a telephone wire before!"
Mawzy's story about the hole in the concrete floor reminds me of the hammams in Saudi Arabia. Fortunately I never had to use one, as all the places I visited on business had both Western hammams (with regular toilets) and Eastern hammams (with a hole in the floor and a water hose). And there were taboos about which hand was used for what purpose that I never did master.
There are "turkish toilets" all over, Gourdchipper. Even came across some in ITALY, presumably for middle-eastern tourists. If you think about it, *except for the hazards presented by clothes getting soiled*, they're really cleaner than western toilets; nothing touches your backside and you wash off instead of using paper. I got pretty adept at using them in SEAsia and Greece.
We women were always told not to sit on the toilet seat, never never never. Presumably this was to avoid getting v.d. (and I don't mean vascular dementia) A friend, however, told me that when she was a kid and they went to the public toilets at the San Jacinto Monument, of course she dared to sit. AND GOT RINGWORM!!!
We are at an airport in India, city of a million, and the toilets were all "squatters". When we returned a few years later, they had a new terminal with "western" toilets.
On the Minneapolis news yesterday they told of a man (drunk, of course) who stopped on the bridge to pee. To scare his friend sitting in the car he pretended to fall off the bridge--and did--thirty feet down into a swamp. He's recovering in the hospital.
You never know what they will say as they regress. My mom had dementia but more the senile cause she was stuck in her childhood just like her mom. She was telling me one day that her and her brother use to have contest to see who could pee the farthest. They would get up on the roof, go to the edge, she would lay down and pee. My uncle verified they did this and unbelievably she beat him at times. That is some power!!!
My stepmother called me one day in tears. Her lifelong best friend had been on her way over to visit her but had stopped at a little wayside park to sqat by the side of the car and pee (no, I don't know why!). The car slipped into gear, ran over, and killed her, just like that!! True story. There are advantages to western toilets in nice safe stalls!
I had a room mate in college at the frat house that we called "Leady" We all slept on a sleeping wing and he had a habit of getting up in middle of night but not making it past the door where there was a round trash can. He would use the can and go back to bed. In time, the odor would catch up with him. How early does EOAD get started? Or does the night time just have an effect on all of us. I know I go in the night more than the rest of the lday. Sure interrupts some good dreams . Bill E.
Chipper I think in order to pee over the phone line you either have to be on a ladder or have equipment that reaches way up there,since I never was blessed in that dept I just worried about hitting my shoes whilst you on the other hand whizzed over about a five foot fence,wow All Hail Goudchipper lol
Only three strand fences in our part of the country, ol don, with the top strand not over four feet -- and even then I probably had to stand on my tip toes and squeeze the apparatus to build up pressure! And these days I worry about my shoes too.....
LOL well way back when, I had the pleasure of watching a young lad try that with an electric fence,it seemed the more juice went into the lad the stream coming out dwindled down to a scant few drops while his audience lay holding our bellies on the ground,twas a beautiful sight as I recall
You guys are making me LAUGH!!! That produces endorphins, which have such healing powers! Heck, I spend a lot of time in the barn, still, just like when I was a kid. I use a stall just like the horses do....or a bucket when one's handy! And, there's NOTHING wrong with ME!
Once when kathryn and I was in kentucky renting a cabin. She told me it wasn't fair that men could write their name in the snow if they wanted to. I told her if she wanted to write her name in the snow I would be happy let her use my pencil. She made a funny sound and gave me a hard push, sending rolling down a snow covered little hill. Makes me smile to remember that now. Thanks for the memory.