Stupid stuff I've done. WARNING: may cause a bruise.........
Pascal Darrien made me do it. He just doesn't know it yet. This will be my new year revelation, revolution, relegation, regurgitation...whatever; is going to be this:
Revel in my true self and get
on down with the IDIOT inside.
Because I sure have done some butt-stupid stuff.
Here's an example:
DIY scaffolds:
Us kids had been brought up on a building site. It was meant to be home, but our father (who art or art not in heaven....but if he is, he's 'playing harp with stupid people', as was his reason why he would not care to go there) looked to his multiple offspring and said to himself; what to do with this rabble? Build extensions! So we all became unpaid child laborers for the odd professional he'd hire, only to force the poor souls to create things in his own architectural image. He'd been one semester shy of his engineering degree before changing course so alas, he did know what he wanted, and I felt for the contractors that became basically enslaved as much as we were, but with a wage-packet. So many seemed to come and go in my child-eyes, I had to wonder if any were left in the walls like the stories my grandfather told (his father was crushed between the dock and vessel in London's wharves); tales of men left for dead in the double-hulled ships - the banging of hammers still ringing long after they'd set sail....
Sometimes I think we were actually medical experiments.
I did ask him many times over the course of his life just why he had so many children? His answer was always variations on the same thing: re-alignment of the uterus post-partum. Of course, when I was smaller, I visualized this as an engineering exercise I simply was too immature to understand. I did mention it to my mother once.....
Good Lord - back to the story! My sister (this was maybe 10 years ago?) was living in a two-storey house on a steep incline. I had recently moved back from the States, where we had talked through our DIE issues for hours on the phone every week (yup - DIY renamed: 'what are you doing this weekend? 'Oh, I'm going to DIE on that electrical breaker'). This sister had the build of a stick-insect; no muscle but the iron will of a coal-miner. She'd called me the year before, complaining about her drill. She'd been trying to get a bolt into an exterior wall to hang flower baskets from. Naturally I asked her what was she thinking, going up a high ladder on slippery slope with a dodgy drill....'did you ask our brothers?' I'd said. 'Of course I did' she pissily replied, '...they told me off too..!' But at this time, there she was, 14 feet up this ladder trying to get this done when the penny dropped.
'Er...is there a ....button on it?'
'Of course there's a button on it!!' she replied exasperatedly.
'hang on...I mean...another button'
'Wait a minute...it's hot...shit, dropped my fag..'
I wait a few seconds before she comes back;
'yup - there is...what is it?'
'never mind....push it' I say.
'yup...now what?'
'try it out again..'
I can hear the correct whine of the drill. I'd forgotten that as a child, she was often the tea-lady instead of the brickie. She'd had the drill on reverse for God knows how long.
Oops..I digress. As I say, about 10 years ago we had 'unusual weather' for the UK. Having any weather at all; that's unusual. It'd been blowing a hooley (a Scottish saying I believe) and the old TV antennae had come off the top of her roof and was dangling and banging about something fierce on the rendering just under the eaves, maybe 30 feet up?
My time to DIE, I thought with glee! Ever since the drill fiasco, she's basically allowed me to do what I liked - and I like heights! It was on the side of her house, the gradient of slope much increased and none of her gzillion ladders alone would reach it. Complicated by iron-spiked fencing in the drop-zone, I told me sister to fetch me 'one more ladder' until we'd amassed about 4 or 5, some planking and a bit of string or wire, I think.
It wasn't pretty, but with the drizzle making it slick and my sister yelling all hell from the bottom, I just managed to let go one hand long enough to grab the pliers from my jeans. Now the wind picked up and I tried to get purchase on the rendering - nowt else to hold onto. My sister bellowing how she was gonna kill me if I die....
'clip', such a small sound. The antennae flew over my head and impaled itself on the spikes below. Dunno how I survived, but I always do :) Fun!
This follows some stuff Joel Anderson shared that made me LMAO. Thanks dude!
Articles from Lisa Vanderburg
View blogFor those beautiful hearts that took the time to read and respond (although response is not necessar ...
After the ouchie of my recent buzz Love and Loss, I wanted to follow it with the upside. · Action - ...
I am stalled. Frozen. Frigid. Fretful. Fearful. Maybe I'm waiting for...what? · What is it with writ ...
Related professionals
You may be interested in these jobs
-
Legal Senior Business Development Executive – Prestigious US Law Firm
Found in: Talent UK C2 - 2 days ago
THE CHARALLE GROUP London, United KingdomLegal Senior Business Development Executive – Prestigious US Law Firm · Type: general · Our client – a successful and award winning international law firm have a fantastic and unique opportunity for a highly experienced and well educated Senior BD Executive to join the Marketin ...
-
Administrator
Found in: SonicJobs Direct Apply UK - 6 days ago
Direct apply
Wise May Ltd Liverpool, United Kingdom Full timeWise May are looking for a Team Administrator to join a lovely Insurance company based in Liverpool. · Duties to include: · Typing up meeting or travel notes after business trips · Typing up recordings · Accuracy for proof reading documents · Attending expert meetings and typing ...
-
Customer Service Assistant
Found in: Talent UK C2 - 14 hours ago
HB Leisure Blackpool, United Kingdom ContractHB Leisure - Arcade Hosts - NOW RECRUITING · HB Leisure is the leading attraction partner for skill games and amusements around the world operating in over 100 theme parks across 25 countries . · We like to do things differently here at HB Leisure , we don't just open doors t ...
Comments
Harvey Lloyd
6 years ago #14
Debasish Majumder
6 years ago #13
Randall Burns
6 years ago #12
Lisa Vanderburg
6 years ago #11
You choux is write, Ken Boddie!! :)
Ken Boddie
6 years ago #10
Lisa Vanderburg
6 years ago #9
ooh....how lovely; someone who's not concerned about calling myself stupid - welcome Ali \ud83d\udc1d Anani, Brand Ambassador @beBee highlight? I'm looking at you slideshow right now - remember them so well! If we aren't able of doing something butt-dumb, I suggest we're...aliens? :) Thanks, my friend!
Ali Anani
6 years ago #8
Lisa Vanderburg
6 years ago #7
weeeeell.....I'm starting off with tame (or lame) lovely Franci\ud83d\udc1dEugenia Hoffman, beBee Brand Ambassador and working my way to the big ol' bag o hammers :) Thought I'd try to embrace the year with some fatality; see how they fly. Thanks for the shares!!
Lisa Vanderburg
6 years ago #6
I would agree Jim Cody \ud83d\udc1d Brand Ambassador, now that my father's forced to 'play harp with stupid people! :)
Lisa Vanderburg
6 years ago #5
haha....another great story Joel Anderson! Nothing like a bit of 'duh' to keep us humble :)
Joel Anderson
6 years ago #4
Joel Anderson
6 years ago #3
Lisa Vanderburg
6 years ago #2
Was your cowboy one: https://www.bebee.com/producer/@pascal-derrien-leinster/random-changes-4-an-average-cow-boy Pascal Derrien....just wanna beat you at dumber than average :)
Pascal Derrien
6 years ago #1