So I've been at the drawing board trying to get myself back on the ball with this blog thing. I've left too many people hanging for too long... its time to give the masses what they want!
DAILY DOCUMENTARY DECEMBER
The idea came to me in a dream (after falling asleep on the couch watching one too many of old "The Office" re-runs).
The next day just so happened to be December the First- extremely convenient!
The following posts will be short videos Documenting my DAYS in the December!
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
FANtastic
The law of statistics has shown that I cannot go more than 2 weeks (actually more like 12 days, but that’s getting too technical) without doing something stupid that causes physical harm to myself. The problem is that I too often tend to act (or speak) before I think.
For the sake of saving myself time, I won’t explain all of my past brainless acts (its just too emotionally painful). Now some might wonder, “Why would you tell anyone how stupid you are?” A great inquiry; the answer is simple. I figure the more people that know about my problem/disease/unfortunate series of events, the more often people can warn me, “You might want to think about that.” Or possibly, “Hey, you sure you want to do this?”
Situation: The room has 10 foot ceilings, an unmade bed, a ceiling fan rotating at maximum speed, and me laying on the floor bleeding from a mysterious head wound. (Much like picture shown)
30 seconds before:
(During a routine room cleaning, I usually save the bed-making for last. I find it easiest to make a queen-sized bed by standing on the bed pulling the sheets onto the mattress. To get the top quilt evenly placed on the bed, I grab it by the top corners, and billow it up and down until it spreads out and lands perfectly in place.) This method has proven itself to be very efficient over the last few years… But usually there aren’t spinning wooden blades of death above the bed.
Think about this, cause at the time I didn’t. The room has 10 foot ceilings. I am 6’5” and the bed is about 3 feet off the ground, putting my sensitive noggin 9’5” from the floor (or 7” from the ceiling). The helicopter-like fan hangs down about 8” from the ceilng, making a 1” no mans land… The perfect equation for disaster! (Sorry of I lost you with all the numbers, they might not even add up).
So, there I was, cleaning my room, feeling good about being productive. I hopped up on the bed, grabbed the quilt to throw it over the mattress. I took one step forward to get a good billow effect, and BOOM! I got chromed in the dome by a pine bladed ceiling fan. The force of the blow knocked me off my feet, and I toppled off the bed, crashing onto the floor.
I put my hand to my head, and felt a wet gooey substance in my hair. As I glanced at my hand in my near unconscious state and saw the blood, there was a split second that I thought my brains had been forced out of my head. Further inspection uncovered a minor cut, no stitches needed.
I am currently seeking feedback on better ways to make a bed...
For the sake of saving myself time, I won’t explain all of my past brainless acts (its just too emotionally painful). Now some might wonder, “Why would you tell anyone how stupid you are?” A great inquiry; the answer is simple. I figure the more people that know about my problem/disease/unfortunate series of events, the more often people can warn me, “You might want to think about that.” Or possibly, “Hey, you sure you want to do this?”
Situation: The room has 10 foot ceilings, an unmade bed, a ceiling fan rotating at maximum speed, and me laying on the floor bleeding from a mysterious head wound. (Much like picture shown)
30 seconds before:
(During a routine room cleaning, I usually save the bed-making for last. I find it easiest to make a queen-sized bed by standing on the bed pulling the sheets onto the mattress. To get the top quilt evenly placed on the bed, I grab it by the top corners, and billow it up and down until it spreads out and lands perfectly in place.) This method has proven itself to be very efficient over the last few years… But usually there aren’t spinning wooden blades of death above the bed.
Think about this, cause at the time I didn’t. The room has 10 foot ceilings. I am 6’5” and the bed is about 3 feet off the ground, putting my sensitive noggin 9’5” from the floor (or 7” from the ceiling). The helicopter-like fan hangs down about 8” from the ceilng, making a 1” no mans land… The perfect equation for disaster! (Sorry of I lost you with all the numbers, they might not even add up).
So, there I was, cleaning my room, feeling good about being productive. I hopped up on the bed, grabbed the quilt to throw it over the mattress. I took one step forward to get a good billow effect, and BOOM! I got chromed in the dome by a pine bladed ceiling fan. The force of the blow knocked me off my feet, and I toppled off the bed, crashing onto the floor.
I put my hand to my head, and felt a wet gooey substance in my hair. As I glanced at my hand in my near unconscious state and saw the blood, there was a split second that I thought my brains had been forced out of my head. Further inspection uncovered a minor cut, no stitches needed.
I am currently seeking feedback on better ways to make a bed...
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