Yes, The Gods ARE Crazy
They must be, to allow me to see what I do everyday. They are not without a sense of humor also. Usually it's just crackpots hitting on me, and I gently as possible tell them that I am not interested in a boyfriend right now, and pray that the restraints on the hospital bed keep them securely to the bed. But, the other day, it was witnessing my dad's tumble.
Don't get me wrong, my dad has always been above average physically. He also has a high tolerance for pain: much of which comes from a hard childhood he has overcome. I love him dearly, but now understand that Murphy must be a genetic thing. Let me explain further.
My dad has a riding lawnmower, and a very steep graded lot. Normal people would hire someone to deal with this, but not my dad. Murphy likes to whisper in his ear that he can do it. He has done quite well until recently. While mowing the lawn, it happened. He was near the top, and as usual the POS WalMart mower was slipping out and into gear. Finally catching in gear for more than a nanosecond, it jerked. It takes alot to roll a lawnmower with a 220 lb man on it. I found out my dad can kick a lawnmower off of him after rolling with it down the hill. If it were a cartoon, it would have been hilarious. I have a new respect for my dad, and hope no one crosses him: he kicks very well from what I have seen.
He laid there for a moment, while I was screaming like an idiot to see if he was ok ( and if he could hear- hes hard of hearing too). He got up and told me to shut the heck up and he was ok. All while he was limping. He righted the mower, and cussed a blue streak that it fell on him and took him down the hill. Then he cussed a blue streak that the mower blades had tilled some of the grass up in foot long patches.
He was worried about the grass. I convinced him to return the mower for one that worked properly, and he did. After a week.
Now if I can just find some pest be gone spray for those restrained (and not restrained) to those hospital beds. Meanwhile, a Coke bottle drops from the sky into my front yard.
Don't get me wrong, my dad has always been above average physically. He also has a high tolerance for pain: much of which comes from a hard childhood he has overcome. I love him dearly, but now understand that Murphy must be a genetic thing. Let me explain further.
My dad has a riding lawnmower, and a very steep graded lot. Normal people would hire someone to deal with this, but not my dad. Murphy likes to whisper in his ear that he can do it. He has done quite well until recently. While mowing the lawn, it happened. He was near the top, and as usual the POS WalMart mower was slipping out and into gear. Finally catching in gear for more than a nanosecond, it jerked. It takes alot to roll a lawnmower with a 220 lb man on it. I found out my dad can kick a lawnmower off of him after rolling with it down the hill. If it were a cartoon, it would have been hilarious. I have a new respect for my dad, and hope no one crosses him: he kicks very well from what I have seen.
He laid there for a moment, while I was screaming like an idiot to see if he was ok ( and if he could hear- hes hard of hearing too). He got up and told me to shut the heck up and he was ok. All while he was limping. He righted the mower, and cussed a blue streak that it fell on him and took him down the hill. Then he cussed a blue streak that the mower blades had tilled some of the grass up in foot long patches.
He was worried about the grass. I convinced him to return the mower for one that worked properly, and he did. After a week.
Now if I can just find some pest be gone spray for those restrained (and not restrained) to those hospital beds. Meanwhile, a Coke bottle drops from the sky into my front yard.
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