FOUR DAYS TO SUMMER VACATION!
I have FOUR " Four Horsemen" videos for you today...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=selfqEH-JnY This video comes to us by way of dmarks at Throwawayblog , who brought up Aphrotdite's Child on my Friday Sixer post. As it happens, the song here is "The Four Horsemen" off of this album based on the book of Revelations.
Is this not cool? Metallica - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The Clash - Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaI had an opportunity to see Joe Strummer and thought, he's still young... I'll catch him next 'round. Unfortunately, he died within weeks of playing in Portland.
Lesson FOUR : Nothing is granted.
GRUESOME STORY TIME: WHEN I WAS FOUR…
My parents had five children and we were stacked two by two…with the exception of the only boy, who had his own room. My parents kept their sanity by sending us all to bed at 7:00p.m., summer and winter. I shared a room with my sister D. She was FOUR years older and very mean. (I was the FOURth daughter.)
This story takes place in the summer, when it was light for at least FOUR hours after we were sent to bed. My dad had treated us to Big Missile popsicles and we were hyper and silly. Earlier my sister had been playing with paper dolls. The scissors, cutouts and scraps lay scattered on the floor. I was careful not to step on them as I climbed the end of the bunk bed to my place on the top.
D decided that we should play covered wagon, so she climbed up and into bed bedside me. One thing led to another and naturally there had to be a dangerous stampede with a wild wagon ride. As our Conestoga wagon rounded a bend, it tilted… by this I mean that D elbowed me hard to throw me to the side. A little too hard. I pitched over backwards and rolled over the top of the safety rail.
My butt, ever the heaviest thing on my person, hit the floor first. One leg flew up and the other flew down. Meanwhile, my landing caused the scissors to jump and open. The low landing foot slid between the blades as the top foot changed directions to come down with a thump on top of the scissors. The shriek I made should have shattered the windows, but did not.
Suddenly my parents were there and I was in my dad’s arms. We dashed across the hall to the sink where my mother, the clean freak… freaked out.
My parents had five children and we were stacked two by two…with the exception of the only boy, who had his own room. My parents kept their sanity by sending us all to bed at 7:00p.m., summer and winter. I shared a room with my sister D. She was FOUR years older and very mean. (I was the FOURth daughter.)
This story takes place in the summer, when it was light for at least FOUR hours after we were sent to bed. My dad had treated us to Big Missile popsicles and we were hyper and silly. Earlier my sister had been playing with paper dolls. The scissors, cutouts and scraps lay scattered on the floor. I was careful not to step on them as I climbed the end of the bunk bed to my place on the top.
D decided that we should play covered wagon, so she climbed up and into bed bedside me. One thing led to another and naturally there had to be a dangerous stampede with a wild wagon ride. As our Conestoga wagon rounded a bend, it tilted… by this I mean that D elbowed me hard to throw me to the side. A little too hard. I pitched over backwards and rolled over the top of the safety rail.
My butt, ever the heaviest thing on my person, hit the floor first. One leg flew up and the other flew down. Meanwhile, my landing caused the scissors to jump and open. The low landing foot slid between the blades as the top foot changed directions to come down with a thump on top of the scissors. The shriek I made should have shattered the windows, but did not.
Suddenly my parents were there and I was in my dad’s arms. We dashed across the hall to the sink where my mother, the clean freak… freaked out.
“Don’t put her foot in the sink… put it over the toilet!”
Easily the most frightening words I can recall from my youth!
I watched my little toe, held on by a twirling thread of skin dangle over the germmiest, worst place to have a toe fall off ever! I was terrified that it would, the toilet would magically flush, and my toe would vanish down the hole forever.
That did not happen. They wrapped my foot in a towel.
“Not one of the good towels!” snapped mom.
I went yet again to Valley Children’s Hospital where it was sewn back in place, turned ugly colors and eventually healed. I got to wear muck-lucks for weeks. Cool beans!
It still sort of falls over on its side. Oh well. At least it didn’t go down the crapper.
That's all FOR today folks! Hope you got a giggle out of the story and enjoyed a few tunes. Can you think of anything that goes with FOUR? Feel free to make suggestions.
I considered " the FAB FOUR" but that's a whole post of its own.
Today I hope your day is accident free and you avoid hospitals if you can. Be careful with scissors and FOR heaven's sake, put your stuff away! BIG GRINS
