Let me know you a little better
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honey_honey_12 wrote: »@tmanfive
Watch out for those horses man, they can be quick. 😫
Kicked in the chest, you’re lucky to be alive.
I guess you already know that though huh. 😊
Yes’m. I’ve been in sticky sitchiations but that is the only time Ive ever thought I was gonna die.2 -
I think I hurt myself a little bit ago and it reminded me about how FBR I was working at a summer camp when I was probably 10-11 years old.
So, my mom was the head nurse at a summer camp for a couple years. I got to spend all summer at camp but I helped out all over. Worked the stables, was an unofficial lifeguard, maintained property with things like sling blades / grass whip, stuff like that.
At the end of each week there was a bonfire and midnight walk where kids who coupled up would hold hands and stroll under the moonlight. That was my favorite day of the week
I don't know which of these is the most R'ed but here is what I remember...
Back then no one gave a crap about safety. H E double hockey sticks, it seemed like seat belt use was still optional. It probably wasn't but my dad never wore them. He said he was able to get out of the car quicker when he got to the scene. I think he just didn't like them. So it wasn't unusual for kids to ride in the beds of pickup trucks. Including standing behind the cab and just holding on by the friction of your palms on the roof of the cab.
So, FBR incident one... We left the property to go get stuff from the co-op or something. I don't know what. I was standing in the bed of the truck holding on like I said. This was an old, rusted out, pieced together pickup like what you see driving around the pick'a'part place. No tailgate. I got the bright idea I was going to see how long I could let go. What could it hurt, i was a skater with a half pipe, 4' launch ramp, skated empty pools, etc. I was a water skier and spent mad time out on the water so i know I had sea legs. I let go. It was not like skating. It was not like boating. It was not like water or snow skiing. The wind beating against my chest lifted me off my feet, I went feet over head tumbling down the bed of the truck and straight out the back onto the road and into the ditch. They didn't realize what happened and left me there in the ditch. When they came back I bowed up and wouldn't let them see that I was a little sore or any of the bruises. I wanted to, and continued, riding in the bed, standing up, but didn't let go no more.
FBR two... Some other time I'm riding in the bed of the truck, same style, except we were on the property. I remember this like it was yesterday because it was the first time I broke any fingers. We were going from the utility shed back to the stables. I hopped into the back first with 2 other staff then the driver and passenger got in. I was on the left side. For some reason I grabbed the A pillar while the drivers door was open with my left hand. Ol' boy shut it on my hand. My hand was stuck and old boy goes to drive off. He did pull forward a little before anyone knew what had happened. Boom! Pinky digit on my left hand broke. I won't let them take me to the nurses office. That witch would have put me on the lame and lazy list and my summer fun would have been over. Fast forward to later in the day when the real FBR *kitten* goes down. We're heading back from the stable. same setup except this time I'm on the passenger side. I'm holding on to the roof but my left hand hurts so im focused on that and not putting much downward pressure on the cab with that hand. FBR me goes and grabs the A pillar with my right hand. BAMB! Door shuts and now I got a broken pointer digit on my right hand.
It's after FBR number two that I decided broken fingers are not so bad and not worth going to the doctors about. Maybe someday I'll tell you about breaking two metacarpals in my right hand and going to work on Rescue Anne later that night. I rethought my stance on broken bones and doctor visits after that.
But I digress.
FBR three... I was working the stables. Ol' girl told me not to climb over the back of the stable. I climbed over the back of the stable. That's when the horse straight up kicked the *kitten* out of me square in the chest. Like I was almost back against the stable wall when the hoof made contact. I was straight eff up from that. I don't know how long it was that I couldn't breath but that's the only time in my life I've ever thought I was gonna die. My entire chest and abdomen was black and blue for weeks. But, bowed up, I ain't gonna get put on lame and lazy list. Summer fun must go on.
FBR four... I was working the stables again. And it was the same horse. I was supposed to clean the horses hooves. Show her the pick and run it down her body to her drivers side rear leg. I lean down and pick her hoof up. BAMB! She kicks the *kitten* out of me again. This time it was my arm. It didn't hurt as much. I decided I she didn't like me and I shouldn't work with her.
Budddddy bro, pal like, are you ok? That was a lot for one kid. Worse I ever did was bend my finger nails backwards. 😬2 -
OpheliaCooter wrote: »I think I hurt myself a little bit ago and it reminded me about how FBR I was working at a summer camp when I was probably 10-11 years old.
So, my mom was the head nurse at a summer camp for a couple years. I got to spend all summer at camp but I helped out all over. Worked the stables, was an unofficial lifeguard, maintained property with things like sling blades / grass whip, stuff like that.
At the end of each week there was a bonfire and midnight walk where kids who coupled up would hold hands and stroll under the moonlight. That was my favorite day of the week
I don't know which of these is the most R'ed but here is what I remember...
Back then no one gave a crap about safety. H E double hockey sticks, it seemed like seat belt use was still optional. It probably wasn't but my dad never wore them. He said he was able to get out of the car quicker when he got to the scene. I think he just didn't like them. So it wasn't unusual for kids to ride in the beds of pickup trucks. Including standing behind the cab and just holding on by the friction of your palms on the roof of the cab.
So, FBR incident one... We left the property to go get stuff from the co-op or something. I don't know what. I was standing in the bed of the truck holding on like I said. This was an old, rusted out, pieced together pickup like what you see driving around the pick'a'part place. No tailgate. I got the bright idea I was going to see how long I could let go. What could it hurt, i was a skater with a half pipe, 4' launch ramp, skated empty pools, etc. I was a water skier and spent mad time out on the water so i know I had sea legs. I let go. It was not like skating. It was not like boating. It was not like water or snow skiing. The wind beating against my chest lifted me off my feet, I went feet over head tumbling down the bed of the truck and straight out the back onto the road and into the ditch. They didn't realize what happened and left me there in the ditch. When they came back I bowed up and wouldn't let them see that I was a little sore or any of the bruises. I wanted to, and continued, riding in the bed, standing up, but didn't let go no more.
FBR two... Some other time I'm riding in the bed of the truck, same style, except we were on the property. I remember this like it was yesterday because it was the first time I broke any fingers. We were going from the utility shed back to the stables. I hopped into the back first with 2 other staff then the driver and passenger got in. I was on the left side. For some reason I grabbed the A pillar while the drivers door was open with my left hand. Ol' boy shut it on my hand. My hand was stuck and old boy goes to drive off. He did pull forward a little before anyone knew what had happened. Boom! Pinky digit on my left hand broke. I won't let them take me to the nurses office. That witch would have put me on the lame and lazy list and my summer fun would have been over. Fast forward to later in the day when the real FBR *kitten* goes down. We're heading back from the stable. same setup except this time I'm on the passenger side. I'm holding on to the roof but my left hand hurts so im focused on that and not putting much downward pressure on the cab with that hand. FBR me goes and grabs the A pillar with my right hand. BAMB! Door shuts and now I got a broken pointer digit on my right hand.
It's after FBR number two that I decided broken fingers are not so bad and not worth going to the doctors about. Maybe someday I'll tell you about breaking two metacarpals in my right hand and going to work on Rescue Anne later that night. I rethought my stance on broken bones and doctor visits after that.
But I digress.
FBR three... I was working the stables. Ol' girl told me not to climb over the back of the stable. I climbed over the back of the stable. That's when the horse straight up kicked the *kitten* out of me square in the chest. Like I was almost back against the stable wall when the hoof made contact. I was straight eff up from that. I don't know how long it was that I couldn't breath but that's the only time in my life I've ever thought I was gonna die. My entire chest and abdomen was black and blue for weeks. But, bowed up, I ain't gonna get put on lame and lazy list. Summer fun must go on.
FBR four... I was working the stables again. And it was the same horse. I was supposed to clean the horses hooves. Show her the pick and run it down her body to her drivers side rear leg. I lean down and pick her hoof up. BAMB! She kicks the *kitten* out of me again. This time it was my arm. It didn't hurt as much. I decided I she didn't like me and I shouldn't work with her.
Budddddy bro, pal like, are you ok? That was a lot for one kid. Worse I ever did was bend my finger nails backwards. 😬
You ain’t heard the worst of it. 😂
That was just over about 3 months.
Skater, 4’ launch ramp, half pipe. I got all sorts of stories.1 -
We didn’t have a lot of rules when I was growing up. But “Don’t stand up in the back of the pickup” was one.6
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Ol' girl mentined voltage / electricity and it reminded me of this.
So, I don't know what to call this at the moment but I've committed to not using a specific word and initialism.
But, here goes.
I've been interested in electronics and electricity since I don't remember when. I spent my $ at Radio Shack, had a bread board, all the Forest Mimms books etc. when I was probably 12 or 13. I designed and built stuff because I thought it was cool.
Fast forward to me age 19 or 20. I'm on the boat. We have a tool called a megger used for preventive maintenance. Testing motors, insulation, etc.
My LPO says hey, here, hold these, with a *kitten* eating grin on his face. Yall electricians know where this is going...
I should have known better.
He handed me one lead to the megger and a fluorescent light. He handed the other megger lead to another NUB and told us "Yall hold the pins to the light in one hand (I held one side with my left hand he held the other with his right) and randomly tap the alligator clip lead.".
He proceeded to crank the megger and we started tapping the uninsulated part of the alligator clip.
Nothing... for probably 30 seconds.
Then... We completed the circuit. That *kitten* lit us, and the fluorescent light bulb, straight the *kitten* UP! I don't know what he had the voltage set to or how much current flowed from my hand, across my body to my other hand, lit the bulb, and continued on out ol' boy but damn it hurt. Easily it had to be the 500V setting or more to light the bulb.
We threw the bulb, it shattered, made a huge mess, the chief was PISSED!
Fun times. Fun times.5 -
I got nothin' for today so I'll re-post something I sent to lil' girl when she was looking for some entertainment.
This took place a couple few weeks ago when I was not myself because of stuffs...
So, the other evening I went to a murder mystery theater dinner to take my mind off stuff. I posted some things some where, maybe out there in the forum but not sure. It don’t matter.
I’m seated right in the isle. It’s a newly wed murder.
Before things start ol' boy comes up to me and asks if I’ve been tagged to be in the show. I’m very hesitant and tell him no. He responds with “ you’ll know when and what to do.” I’m like WTF.
Then, this other cast member comes up and tells me I look exactly like this banjo maker in the area. He’s really bragging about this dude. I’m like nope, people tell me I look like this other dude. <insert name I promised I’d never compare myself to ever again so I didn’t and won't name here>.
So throughout the theatrics the table is giving me *kitten* about what’s gonna happen. Then, all of a sudden the “bride” is freaking out that the flower girl is a no show. You know where this is going…
Fast forward to the flower girl part. All of a sudden I get a ring of flowers tossed in my head, a basket of fake flower petals shoved into my hand, and dragged up to the stage. 😩 I was the flower girl.
I was like WTF I don’t know how to be a flower girl and didn’t want to make a mess so I tossed one petal at a time.
I got a huge laugh w/o even trying and the room concurred I was a spectacular follower girl. I hope that was entertaining and the rest of your shift is spectacular.7 -
Credit cards are awesome when used correctly. Pay off monthly. And earn all kinds of points, cash back, hotel stays, etc.7
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I was supposed to clean the horses hooves. Show her the pick and run it down her body to her drivers side rear leg. I lean down and pick her hoof up. BAMB! She kicks the *kitten* out of me again. This time it was my arm. It didn't hurt as much. I decided I she didn't like me and I shouldn't work with her.
Picking the hooves still make me nervous and the horses I work with are very mild mannered. I was only kicked once before as a child because I crawled on my hands and knees behind one to go under the fence. But it still makes me nervous!1 -
I stepped in a hole while mowing the lawn years ago and broke my ankle pretty badly and still have all the metal hardware, pins and plates holding it together in there. I spent a month in hospital and had complications of infection and blood clots. Took nearly 2 years before I was back to normal.5
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I’ve only broken one bone in my life and it happened 3yrs ago.
I managed to get through my entire childhood without breaking anything then mangled my left ring finger at 56.1 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve only broken one bone in my life and it happened 3yrs ago.
I managed to get through my entire childhood without breaking anything then mangled my left ring finger at 56.
How did you do that Mel? Has it healed ok?1 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve only broken one bone in my life and it happened 3yrs ago.
I managed to get through my entire childhood without breaking anything then mangled my left ring finger at 56.
I once broke a finger by 'ending' a fist-fight.
..... 100% self-defense.3 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve only broken one bone in my life and it happened 3yrs ago.
I managed to get through my entire childhood without breaking anything then mangled my left ring finger at 56.
How did you do that Mel? Has it healed ok?
I was really sick, dehydrated, no food for 4days, passing out every time I stood.
I only remember screaming as I passed out and fell. 🙄
No, it healed all screwed up, I’m going to need surgery. Ugh.3 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »slimgirljo15 wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve only broken one bone in my life and it happened 3yrs ago.
I managed to get through my entire childhood without breaking anything then mangled my left ring finger at 56.
How did you do that Mel? Has it healed ok?
I was really sick, dehydrated, no food for 4days, passing out every time I stood.
I only remember screaming as I passed out and fell. 🙄
No, it healed all screwed up, I’m going to need surgery. Ugh.
I hope they fix it without too much pain involved 🤗1 -
The only time I've broken a bone in my life was in teaching my second son how to walk, little man holding onto my two index fingers as I walked behind him barefoot. One step I was swinging my foot forward when he lost balance and planted his leg right in my path just as my pinkie toe got there. Heard a loud crack like a gunshot, and at first was only concerned with not trampling my son as I fell. Only after I was on the ground did the pain hit, lol.
Because it was my pinkie toe with such tiny bones, the doc said no splint needed, just taped my pinkie to the next toe in line, gave me a prescription for ibuprofen and two weeks' exemption from running (I was military at the time).
Fast forward 16 years and my toe is so curled up in a ball it looks nothing like the rest of my toes. (Doesn't seem to hamper my ability to balance or exert force with my foot, just looks weird.)1 -
Forgot about breaking my toe until you said that. Kicked the dog.
I was used to feeding 40 pound bags, but for some reason we had 50 pound bags for a while. I was barefoot, walking across the driveway, carrying more weight than I was used to, and almost more than I could handle, when the dog came running by and ran into me. I tripped, tried not to fall, and somehow while flailing around trying to stay upright, kicked the dog hard. I don’t know who was more surprised or more hurt, him or me. At least he didn’t have any broken bones.0 -
I believe in Bigfoot 🦧6
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@honey_honey_12 It's true I have really big feet!!!!3
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Would you disagrees like to say why you disagree with me believing?
Why do you care what I believe?
I had the guts to say it,
I’ll back it up, will you?
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honey_honey_12 wrote: »Would you disagrees like to say why you disagree with me believing?
Why do you care what I believe?
I had the guts to say it,
I’ll back it up, will you?
I gave it a
all I know is that I love watching documentaries on them! 2 -
OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »Would you disagrees like to say why you disagree with me believing?
Why do you care what I believe?
I had the guts to say it,
I’ll back it up, will you?
I gave it a all I know is that I love watching documentaries on them!
I knew you did. 💓
I like them too.
I don’t know what they are, I don’t believe all the sightings.
Some I do, they are something more than men in ape suits imo.1 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »Would you disagrees like to say why you disagree with me believing?
Why do you care what I believe?
I had the guts to say it,
I’ll back it up, will you?
I gave it a all I know is that I love watching documentaries on them!
I knew you did. 💓
I like them too.
I don’t know what they are, I don’t believe all the sightings.
Some I do, they are something more than men in ape suits imo.
There was a cool documentary on Netflix a couple of years back - whether you believe or not it was very entertaining! Now I want to watch it again lol.1 -
I like watching Paranormal shows/movies 👻3
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I have an uncle who loved watching WWII movies growing up, learned German for the express purpose of seeing if the German spoken in the movies was actually translated correctly in the subtitles. Answer: yes.3
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The post above got me thinking.
As a kid, for some reason, I always watched the old movies from the late 1930s, 1940s, some 1950s.
I have watched so many WWII movies multiple times.
I am still watching old movies that were old when I was kid.
Many I’ve seen repeatedly over the last 50yrs.
It makes me sad that the majority of young people show no interest.0 -
Metropolis (1927) is my jam 🤘 Those geezers could make a damn filmhoney_honey_12 wrote: »The post above got me thinking.
As a kid, for some reason, I always watched the old movies from the late 1930s, 1940s, some 1950s.
I have watched so many WWII movies multiple times.
I am still watching old movies that were old when I was kid.
Many I’ve seen repeatedly over the last 50yrs.
It makes me sad that the majority of young people show no interest.1 -
If it’s on my plate, it’s mine.
Get your own.3 -
So, here is a little 4th of July Let Me Know You a Little Better experience from my past.
I've always been the go to for parties and other fun things. I like to think it's because I've always had the land but in reality I think some of it has to do with the stupid "here hold my beer and watch this" *kitten* I end up doing before the nights over. It's all good though, I've got awesome friends who have not let me die. Yet.
So, the way the 4th of July used to work was like this. It was an all day affair. Literally, people started showing up at the butt crack of dawn to help start setting up.
The spread of food covered that mornings breakfast all the way through the day to "it's almost sunrise, were sloppy *kitten* drunk, and any nasty concoction sounds gourmet".
Fireworks, we had thousands of $ in them. The rule was whatever everyone spent I'd match. This specific year we had so many we had 3 people lighting them off, sometime in series and sometimes in parallel, and couldn't light off all of them. Mortars, cakes, yada yadda yadda. We didn't have as many daytime fireworks but we had a bunch and were shooting them off and on all day.
We started with roman candles. I told ol' boy NOT to hold them in his hand. They do explode sometimes. Yep, he didn't listen and the *kitten* blew up in his hand. Luckily it was about 1/2 way up the candle and it wasn't' towards him. I told him so. :shrug:
Then we go to mortars. I built a stand to launch them out of with, I think 4 or 5 tubes. I don't trust the tubes that come with them; not stable enough IMHO.
I was the dumb *kitten* this time. I lit a mortar before putting it in the tube, then dropped it in the tube. In my defense the fuse was cut short on this one so if I dropped it in I wouldn't have been able to light it. After dropping it in someone yells "He put it in upside down! Run!". Yep, I did. It exploded in the tube a couple feet from me. Luckily I was using my super duper, highly modified, extra strong launcher tube so the explosion was contained and no one was hurt. In hind sight I should have put it in the tube but held onto the fuse, lit it, then let go.
The last fun incident happened when ol' boy didn't listen to me again. I put a sheet of plywood to launch this stuff off of. Partially because I don't want my grass effed up but also because some smaller cakes are not heavy enough to solidly rest in the grass. This dumb *kitten* didn't put a cake that had multiple 1" shots on the plywood. Guess what happened? First shot sent that *kitten* on it's side, shooting sideways. and each shot caused the cake to turn so you never knew where the next shot was going. Everyone else hauls *kitten* as I go running at the box. I was able to grab it and turn it right side up and hold onto it but I was a little salty.
That was the last year we started drinking so early in the day on the 4th.
Learn from my mistakes, kids.
This year is gonna be epic. The party starts when I pick up the first couple guests from the airport at about 1000 tomorrow morning and don't quit until we're done water skiing Monday evening.6 -
I love to be outdoors again.1
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Unless you’re one of my grandkids,
no you can’t have the last piece of bacon.1
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