So my family is on the traditional vacation in the State of Maine - my first time in America
I refused to use the ladies room at the previous stop because I didn't have to - of course my father was not happy to have to stop along the highway hours later because I couldn't wait any long. So I made my way down a sharp embankment to some bushes, out of sight of the traffic, tried to quickly pull down my jeans - ended up squating over a bush full of nettles with some poison ivy in it, lost my balance, tipped over, tumbled another full yard down the hill -
between my sisters laughing and helping me cut the nettles out of my long hair - they kept asking "what's that smell".... seems some sort of an animal enjoyed relieving itself in that nettles bush too.
I have so many more stories.... it's a surprise I have lived this long.
JeanKimberley: and that is how some of these get started....
So my family is on the traditional vacation in the State of Maine - my first time in America
I refused to use the ladies room at the previous stop because I didn't have to - of course my father was not happy to have to stop along the highway hours later because I couldn't wait any long. So I made my way down a sharp embankment to some bushes, out of sight of the traffic, tried to quickly pull down my jeans - ended up squating over a bush full of nettles with some poison ivy in it, lost my balance, tipped over, tumbled another full yard down the hill -
between my sisters laughing and helping me cut the nettles out of my long hair - they kept asking "what's that smell".... seems some sort of an animal enjoyed relieving itself in that nettles bush too.
I have so many more stories.... it's a surprise I have lived this long.
Our ranch was being turned into a subdivision. One day, I was riding pell mell for the barn, but forgot about the road being built about 15 feet below the barn path. About 20 feet before the road, I realized there was no longer any way to get to the barn. I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could, but realized I was about to become an astronaut. I went over the cliff, rode the cliff all the way down, and landed straight up in the ditch for about 30 seconds, then the bike tipped to the right. The front wheel was bent at a 45 degree angle. I called my bike Betsy. I said, "Well, Betsy, I guess this is the last ride for you." I took poor old Betsy to the 3-room cabin and never rode her again.
LMAO Jean. Your stories are absolutely funny!! You should write a book. You have a gift of sorts for having things happen to you. I went down a kid's sliding board after my son and broke my leg. And on St Patty's day of all days. If I was Irish, I probably wouln't have broken my leg. Wind up in the hospital with major surgery and a steel plate to put my leg back together. I never went down another kids' sliding board again. Lesson well learned.
HuggerMan4U: Our ranch was being turned into a subdivision. One day, I was riding pell mell for the barn, but forgot about the road being built about 15 feet below the barn path. About 20 feet before the road, I realized there was no longer any way to get to the barn. I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could, but realized I was about to become an astronaut. I went over the cliff, rode the cliff all the way down, and landed straight up in the ditch for about 30 seconds, then the bike tipped to the right. The front wheel was bent at a 45 degree angle. I called my bike Betsy. I said, "Well, Betsy, I guess this is the last ride for you." I took poor old Betsy to the 3-room cabin and never rode her again.
HuggerMan4U: Our ranch was being turned into a subdivision. One day, I was riding pell mell for the barn, but forgot about the road being built about 15 feet below the barn path. About 20 feet before the road, I realized there was no longer any way to get to the barn. I slammed on the brakes as hard as I could, but realized I was about to become an astronaut. I went over the cliff, rode the cliff all the way down, and landed straight up in the ditch for about 30 seconds, then the bike tipped to the right. The front wheel was bent at a 45 degree angle. I called my bike Betsy. I said, "Well, Betsy, I guess this is the last ride for you." I took poor old Betsy to the 3-room cabin and never rode her again.
it's funny 'cause that is the same thing my uncle said when I caught him in the barn with Betsy who was not my aunt - well Betsey I guess this is the last ride for you......
When we had the ranch, we harvested some hay for the cows. There was a huge pile of hay at the end of the barn. We discovered that we could jump from the roof right onto the hay pile, which we did constantly. Of course, we never thought to check for the pitch forks which were left in the hay. None of us ever managed to hit the pitch forks, though. For some reason, the cows would never eat the hay we jumped on.
LILLYLADY: I went down a kid's sliding board after my son and broke my leg. And on St Patty's day of all days. If I was Irish, I probably wouln't have broken my leg. Wind up in the hospital with major surgery and a steel plate to put my leg back together. I never went down another kids' sliding board again. Lesson well learned.
"What; you did not say to him after you slid down - see you all think it's fun and games until someone gets hurt?"
.... sorry to hear you were injured .... glad it wasn't recorded and played on youtube or america's most funny videos.... did you get your cast painted green in honor or St Paddy's day?
We took our boat to Lake Ozzette on the Olympic Pennisula. We motored over to the shore on the opposite side and prepared to tie the boat to the shore, as we wanted to walk over to the ocean. In the meantime, my sister wandered off in the woods. It wasn't a minute later when we hear a horrifying scream, "A bear! A bear!", followed by a rocket heading for the boat (which turned out to be my sister.) Oh, great! The boat is tied up on the beach, we can't get the boat in the water real fast, and there's a bear running down the path???!!! Turns out the bear sis saw was probably a cub, which means the mother was nearby. Nobody ever untied a boat as fast as we did! (Guiness record, anybody?)
I don't to monopolize this blog, but I have so many crazy things I've done in my life. We had a steel burn barrel on the ranch that had been used for a black-market meat operation during the WW II. We used it as a burn barrel. One day, I discovered a new use for it. I grabbed some 30.06 ammo and some .22 long shells from my dad's ammo storage in the closet. I had a good fire going. I said, "This should be good," and tossed the shells in, and waited for some fun. It wasn't long in coming, and it sounded like a machine gun going off. Kapow! Whing! Zit! Boom! No fireworks ever sounded like that! Somehow, I managed to survive.
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Story Three: - oh gawd..... dare I?