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[Sally Sunshine]

bet u to it mich! morning

 

[Gardeningmama]

bet u to it mich! morning

I swear I was just sitting here thinking that!

Googling the words Good Morning can be very dangerous...Some people have WAY better morning's than I do, that's for sure!​

 

[MontanaDolphin]

then I guess I shouldnt mix it lmao!! I am one to get hurt with a fly!

Oh gosh did that bring back a memory...I don't think you meant that statement literally, but to make a point of getting hurt by little things. I, however, could have made that statement, and it would have been a fact.

I can't do anything without hurting myself someway, somehow. A couple of years ago, at our old house, we had a problem with flies....mostly outside, but with two boys (and 4 more boys that I provided childcare for), the door was constantly being opened and closed. So of course, flies would get in the house. As flies go, I separate them into two categories: house flies and ship (replace the "p" with a "t") flies. House flies you don't hear. You just see 'em flying around. Ship flies (which I will call them throughout this post, but you know what they really are...just replace the p with a t), however, you can hear. This droning buzzing sound that gets louder as they get closer. Well, one afternoon I was trying to get some sleep (it was a Saturday so no kids but my own, and hubby was there, so he could tend to our boys) because I had not slept well the night before. A ship fly didn't want me to take a nap. Mr. Ship Fly would buzz from my bedroom window to the bathroom window to the bathroom light back to the bedroom window...never taking a break from his annoying flight. That is SUCH an annoying noise when you are trying to sleep. I got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed the flyswatter. Came back in the bedroom and I didn't hear Mr. Ship Fly. Checked the bedroom and bathroom windows, nope. Finally spotted him resting on a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting on top of a skinny tall cabinet I had in my bathroom (used it to store first aid stuff and basic bathroom stuff like extra bottles of shampoo etc.). Here's where I show my lack of common sense...instead of shooing the fly so it lands on a solid surface (instead of the corner of the lid to the peroxide), I tried to whack it where it sat. Which caused a chain reaction.

The peroxide slammed into the rubbing alcohol which fell from the top shelf...which I tried to catch, but instead banged my head into the cabinet. When I banged my head, I hit it with enough force to knock everything else off the top shelf, which fell on my head. As I was trying to cover my head from all the falling bottles, my elbow hit the cabinet, knocking it sideways. Everything inside the cabinet came flying out, and the top of the cabinet hit my Jacuzzi bathtub with enough force to break the cabinet into two pieces (it was a stackable unit...one piece on bottom, and you put the top piece on top and secured it by the four pegs that slid into holes into the bottom unit.) Had a container of Vaseline land on two of my toes...and no, it wasn't one of those small containers...it was The Big One. And finally, when the cabinet was falling, one of the doors that flew open jabbed me in the side and hit my hip bone.

Yep. I am one to get hurt with a fly.

Mr. Ship Fly got away, btw.

 

[Gardeningmama]

Quote:

Sounds like something I would do...or better yet, my husband. I'm still working with him on not doing hasty things out of anger & frustration...repercussions. When I was a kid..about 16 or so, and hot tempered I got angry at my boyfriend. I had a glass jar I had filled with change, and decided it would be a great idea to, not throw the jar at him, but hold it firmly in my hand and hit him with it. Well, he ducked, and the jar in my hand crashed into the stereo behind him, exploding, change flying everywhere. Guess who ended up at the ER with permanent nerve damage to her pinky, and about 13 stitches?? This girl! Repercussions!

 

[SilkieSensation]

 
then I guess I shouldnt mix it lmao!!  I am one to get hurt with a fly! 

Oh gosh did that bring back a memory...I don't think you meant that statement literally, but to make a point of getting hurt by little things. I, however, could have made that statement, and it would have been a fact.

I can't do anything without hurting myself someway, somehow. A couple of years ago, at our old house, we had a problem with flies....mostly outside, but with two boys (and 4 more boys that I provided childcare for), the door was constantly being opened and closed. So of course, flies would get in the house. As flies go, I separate them into two categories: house flies and ship (replace the "p" with a "t") flies. House flies you don't hear. You just see 'em flying around. Ship flies (which I will call them throughout this post, but you know what they really are...just replace the p with a t), however, you can hear. This droning buzzing sound that gets louder as they get closer. Well, one afternoon I was trying to get some sleep (it was a Saturday so no kids but my own, and hubby was there, so he could tend to our boys) because I had not slept well the night before. A ship fly didn't want me to take a nap. Mr. Ship Fly would buzz from my bedroom window to the bathroom window to the bathroom light back to the bedroom window...never taking a break from his annoying flight. That is SUCH an annoying noise when you are trying to sleep. I got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed the flyswatter. Came back in the bedroom and I didn't hear Mr. Ship Fly. Checked the bedroom and bathroom windows, nope. Finally spotted him resting on a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting on top of a skinny tall cabinet I had in my bathroom (used it to store first aid stuff and basic bathroom stuff like extra bottles of shampoo etc.). Here's where I show my lack of common sense...instead of shooing the fly so it lands on a solid surface (instead of the corner of the lid to the peroxide), I tried to whack it where it sat. Which caused a chain reaction.

The peroxide slammed into the rubbing alcohol which fell from the top shelf...which I tried to catch, but instead banged my head into the cabinet. When I banged my head, I hit it with enough force to knock everything else off the top shelf, which fell on my head. As I was trying to cover my head from all the falling bottles, my elbow hit the cabinet, knocking it sideways. Everything inside the cabinet came flying out, and the top of the cabinet hit my Jacuzzi bathtub with enough force to break the cabinet into two pieces (it was a stackable unit...one piece on bottom, and you put the top piece on top and secured it by the four pegs that slid into holes into the bottom unit.) Had a container of Vaseline land on two of my toes...and no, it wasn't one of those small containers...it was The Big One. And finally, when the cabinet was falling, one of the doors that flew open jabbed me in the side and hit my hip bone. 

Yep. I am one to get hurt with a fly. 

Mr. Ship Fly got away, btw.

OMG!!! ROFLMAO!!!
I'm not laughing AT you, I'm laughing WITH you. I can picture myself doing the same thing. A couple weeks ago, I cracked my head in the exact same spot 4 times in less than 24 hours. The bad part was that 3 of those times were on the exact same corner of the exact same cupboard. The other time was on the corner of the roof of my big outdoor brooder trying to catch an escaped chick. The bad part, it's also not the first time I have cracked my head on the brooder chasing chicks.

 

[Sally Sunshine]

Quote: ha!

 

[Sally Sunshine]

Quote: how can one not chuckle my friend!

 

[Penny Hen]

When that happens to me I just tell everyone I am having a 3 Stooges Day.

 

[MontanaDolphin]

Lol, well at least I'm in good company! Glad to know I'm not the only clutz on this forum!!

Let's see...

I've cut myself so many times, I feel like Edward Scissorhands. Cutting a pork chop for my son, processing deer meat every single time, processing a rooster, cutting cardboard with a utility knife, cut the tip of my finger off removing glass from a broken window, cut myself shaving (really, how is that possible? It's not like I'm using one of those old fashioned straight razors!), the list goes on.

I've drilled my foot.

Hammered my fingers (more than once).

Screwed a screw into the top of my hand.

Sanded my hand (with an electric circular sander)...talk about road rash.

Slammed my fingers with a sledghammer...a BIG one...trying to split wood with a maul.

I have permanent bruises on each of my upper thighs where I consistently run into my dining room table. Seriously, how can I keep doing that? You'd think I'd learn by now that the table has a pointy edge.

I could keep going, but I think ya'll get the point. I'm an accident waiting to happen!!

 

[Wunjo]

Oh gosh did that bring back a memory...I don't think you meant that statement literally, but to make a point of getting hurt by little things. I, however, could have made that statement, and it would have been a fact.

I can't do anything without hurting myself someway, somehow. A couple of years ago, at our old house, we had a problem with flies....mostly outside, but with two boys (and 4 more boys that I provided childcare for), the door was constantly being opened and closed. So of course, flies would get in the house. As flies go, I separate them into two categories: house flies and ship (replace the "p" with a "t") flies. House flies you don't hear. You just see 'em flying around. Ship flies (which I will call them throughout this post, but you know what they really are...just replace the p with a t), however, you can hear. This droning buzzing sound that gets louder as they get closer. Well, one afternoon I was trying to get some sleep (it was a Saturday so no kids but my own, and hubby was there, so he could tend to our boys) because I had not slept well the night before. A ship fly didn't want me to take a nap. Mr. Ship Fly would buzz from my bedroom window to the bathroom window to the bathroom light back to the bedroom window...never taking a break from his annoying flight. That is SUCH an annoying noise when you are trying to sleep. I got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed the flyswatter. Came back in the bedroom and I didn't hear Mr. Ship Fly. Checked the bedroom and bathroom windows, nope. Finally spotted him resting on a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting on top of a skinny tall cabinet I had in my bathroom (used it to store first aid stuff and basic bathroom stuff like extra bottles of shampoo etc.). Here's where I show my lack of common sense...instead of shooing the fly so it lands on a solid surface (instead of the corner of the lid to the peroxide), I tried to whack it where it sat. Which caused a chain reaction.

The peroxide slammed into the rubbing alcohol which fell from the top shelf...which I tried to catch, but instead banged my head into the cabinet. When I banged my head, I hit it with enough force to knock everything else off the top shelf, which fell on my head. As I was trying to cover my head from all the falling bottles, my elbow hit the cabinet, knocking it sideways. Everything inside the cabinet came flying out, and the top of the cabinet hit my Jacuzzi bathtub with enough force to break the cabinet into two pieces (it was a stackable unit...one piece on bottom, and you put the top piece on top and secured it by the four pegs that slid into holes into the bottom unit.) Had a container of Vaseline land on two of my toes...and no, it wasn't one of those small containers...it was The Big One. And finally, when the cabinet was falling, one of the doors that flew open jabbed me in the side and hit my hip bone.

Yep. I am one to get hurt with a fly.

Mr. Ship Fly got away, btw.

LOL Sorry was laughing on the whole last paragraph.