10 thoughts on “Still doing dumb shit onto my 7th decade…”
The truest response is , “So Far”
Yeppers, I’ll be doing stupid stuff until I shuffle off this mortal coil.
I like to think that my best is yet to come. I’ve survived all my dumb shit so far, so there has to be better.
I would think if a person stops doing that would be the stupidest.
Still working on it. Pursue perfection, always.
As the Official Spokesperson for Some 1951 Model Americans, I declare, “I have not yet begun to Fuck Up!”
My latest significant Fuck Up was for a hunting knife/dog leash incident requiring 6 abdominal stitches, was 5 weeks ago. The wife’s skilled use of Steri strips proved woefully inadequate for the tugful task at hand. The bored personnel at the empty VA emergency room, were appropriately amused, by my “incident”, at 10:30 on a Thursday night.
P.S. There was an 80 pound Malinois puppy on the other end of the dog leash. Where as I am not bullet proof (I shot myself in the foot when I was 11), I seem to be blessedly resistant to death. I’ve had more near death experiences than I can recall (probably because of undiagnosed concussions). My Mom ALWAYS said I had a very good Guardian Angel. (I have it on good authority that, I have s platoon of SFGA’s and they get rotated routinely).
I just do dumb shit a little slower now, though, the Hunting Knife Incident was amazingly fast.
“Hold mah beer!!”
Why stop now?
I resemble that remark.
I think firing big soft lead bullets from my single action .45 clone at an indoor range might have been up there. It never occured to me that it might be a bad idea till a chunk of one of the bullets splattered back and hit me in the eyebrow. Hard. Really hard. There was blood. If it was an inch lower and I had not had on eye protection it would have been a real problem. That gun is now relegated to outdoor ranges only. I tell people that firearms are mistake amplifiers.
The truest response is , “So Far”
Yeppers, I’ll be doing stupid stuff until I shuffle off this mortal coil.
I like to think that my best is yet to come. I’ve survived all my dumb shit so far, so there has to be better.
I would think if a person stops doing that would be the stupidest.
Still working on it. Pursue perfection, always.
As the Official Spokesperson for Some 1951 Model Americans, I declare, “I have not yet begun to Fuck Up!”
My latest significant Fuck Up was for a hunting knife/dog leash incident requiring 6 abdominal stitches, was 5 weeks ago. The wife’s skilled use of Steri strips proved woefully inadequate for the tugful task at hand. The bored personnel at the empty VA emergency room, were appropriately amused, by my “incident”, at 10:30 on a Thursday night.
P.S. There was an 80 pound Malinois puppy on the other end of the dog leash. Where as I am not bullet proof (I shot myself in the foot when I was 11), I seem to be blessedly resistant to death. I’ve had more near death experiences than I can recall (probably because of undiagnosed concussions). My Mom ALWAYS said I had a very good Guardian Angel. (I have it on good authority that, I have s platoon of SFGA’s and they get rotated routinely).
I just do dumb shit a little slower now, though, the Hunting Knife Incident was amazingly fast.
“Hold mah beer!!”
Why stop now?
I resemble that remark.
I think firing big soft lead bullets from my single action .45 clone at an indoor range might have been up there. It never occured to me that it might be a bad idea till a chunk of one of the bullets splattered back and hit me in the eyebrow. Hard. Really hard. There was blood. If it was an inch lower and I had not had on eye protection it would have been a real problem. That gun is now relegated to outdoor ranges only. I tell people that firearms are mistake amplifiers.