Let me know you a little better
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My FBR post of the day*…
This is FBR on a few peoples parts but I’ll accept the brunt of the FBR’edness
So, getting out of the military I wanted a job in something technical.
Lots of training in physics, electronics, etc.
I told family what I was trained in which included fiber optics. Running, splicing, etc.
“Oh, bless your heart, we have a huge fiber optic facility here.”
Hrm 🤨, ok. So I apply.
Long story short, I go through multiple rounds of interviews.
I am hired.
Pay and benefits are *kitten* for fiber work but hey, I got my foot in the door.
First day I’m handed a pair of scissors. I’m like WTF?!?!?
I’m then escorted to a line. It was a textile fiber plant. I was at the bottom of the textile fiber drop where the fiber gets rolled onto the bobbins. 🤨
It was actually a clutch job. If you helped others get helped you. If your line was running well you sat around playing cards between bobbin switches.
I didn’t stay long but when I turned in my notice ol’ boy said I was one of the only people he knew who gave notice and was the only one who returned their scissors. 🤷🏼♂️
I guess, to get fair, to give some reference, at my next job We we’re still wiring T1s and DS3s and had not yet installed OC3s. When I left there to be an SS7 engineer we were rolling out OC192s.
But to confuse optical fiber and textile fiber? To go through all those interviews? FBR all around.
* I got so many of them but I need things to remind me of them. Daily ain’t gonna happen.5 -
I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.6
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I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.
You'll never get it.. 😆 I didn't.
Full Blown (R = "less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one's age" )1 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.
You'll never get it.. 😆 I didn't.
Full Blown R = "less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one's age"
Yes. This. A much better explanation for those not that familiar with the inner workings of an internal combustion engine which is what I used.2 -
slimgirljo15 wrote: »I have no idea what FBR means. It seems you use it a lot, and i can still get the gyst of your posts, but for the life of me i cant figure out what you are saying with FBR. I dont want you to get in trouble explaining it to me if its something bad.....i guess when i have more time ill need to look into that lol.
You'll never get it.. 😆 I didn't.
Full Blown (R = "less advanced in mental, physical, or social development than is usual for one's age" )
Eloquent, yet direct; I like it.2 -
I try to be nice to everyone. 😊
I have been known to be mean, vindictive, vengeful, obnoxiously outspoken and will fight you if you say or do anything I don’t like to my man.
Just sayin’.6 -
I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀6
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honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?1 -
OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?
No, I just spend time every night before bedtime. For me it’s normally Pink Floyd ☺️1 -
honey_honey_12 wrote: »OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?
No, I just spend time every night before bedtime. For me it’s normally Pink Floyd ☺️
Kind of like meditation - and yes, Pink Floyd could really help with the vivid dreams ...
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honey_honey_12 wrote: »OleTroubadour wrote: »honey_honey_12 wrote: »I’ve noticed over the last year or so that if I put on my headphones and listen to music late at night I tend to have really cool, exciting, adventurous dreams. 😀
I will have to give this a try - do you go to sleep with them on?
No, I just spend time every night before bedtime. For me it’s normally Pink Floyd ☺️
Love love Pink Floyd!!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.6 -
"I don't know what I am. And it's not important."
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I’m feeling’ this today….
“Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet.
If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic.” ~Nikki Rowe4 -
I’m not educated at all when it comes to which brands and styles “belong” to who. I wear what I think looks cute. I don’t put myself in a box.
Vineyard Vines, for the preppy
Ect Ect... I can’t even name more because I don’t even know.
Someone here told me that V necks are for hipsters.
^^^ I don’t wear any of that just sharing examples
I bought a couple pairs of Levi denim shorts, and was told that’s what country girls wear. Cow girls. Never knew that 🤣
Nothing about me is country but the denim looks cute.
I guess I’m not a fashionista.
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I’m not educated at all when it comes to which brands and styles “belong” to who. I wear what I think looks cute. I don’t put myself in a box.
Vineyard Vines, for the preppy
Ect Ect... I can’t even name more because I don’t even know.
Someone here told me that V necks are for hipsters.
^^^ I don’t wear any of that just sharing examples
I bought a couple pairs of Levi denim shorts, and was told that’s what country girls wear. Cow girls. Never knew that 🤣
Nothing about me is country but the denim looks cute.
I guess I’m not a fashionista.
I wear v necks because I can’t stand having my shirt up around my neck.
Who knew I was a hipster at 60! 😊
I live in Oklahoma and have horses so I guess I’m also an old cowgirl and I’ve never bought a pair of denim shorts.
We just get the scissors and cut up an old pair of jeans, lol.
Why not just wear what you like and not care what “category” it fits into?
I’m going to bet that you could wear Levi shorts with a v neck shirt and look fabulous.
You’re young, wear what ever you want! 😀3 -
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.
Im amazed you survived your childhood 😄2 -
slimgirljo15 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.
Im amazed you survived your childhood 😄
You ain’t heard nothing yet. Lemme tell ya about the time I was…4 -
@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. 😊1 -
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
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