OOP’S
OOP’S OUCH DAMNIT!I wonder why it is that some people are and some people aren’t. How can one person do something and come away better for doing it, while another person can do that same thing but pay a much higher price for identical results? I’m referring to those of us who are known as “accident prone”! Or like I like to call us, members of the Shleprock club! Remember old Shleprock? He was Pebbles and Bamm Bamm, friend whose mire presence could cause disaster at any moment. Things would fall and crash to the ground, blow up, fall apart, or for the individual cursed with being near the Shlepster there was some form of bodily harm just moments away. Other than Comedian Tim Allen in his role as the bungling handy man Tim Taylor on the show Home Improvement I believe I might be a close second on the list of longtime members to the Shleprock club!This blog space is just too small to list all the stupid Freak accidents that have resulted in a wide variety of injuries for me. From being electrocuted more than a dozen times, burned, cut, scrapped, bruised, and broken (as in bones) to numerous concussions, gouges, and sprains of all kinds, I have reached gold member status among my fellow Schlep a ters! Within my family I have become a source of entertainment with my vast collection of stories recounting the long history of oop’s in my life. There’s the rolling on the log that ended in a broken wrist and hand that happened just days after having a cast removed from my leg after breaking that weeks earlier at a Michigan/Ohio State game. Or the back injury suffered while mocking the dance moves of the male dancers in that famous scene with Dom De Louis in the movie “Blazing Saddles” resulting in long term back problems! It’s these stories that have brought friends and family especially my beautiful mother to tears of laughter after hearing me recount these tales. So it is after doing some handy man work around my girl friend’s home this past weekend that left me with a large blood blister on my index finger after pinching the end of it with a pair of pliers, that I have decide to ask the membership committee of Club Shleprock to please remove my name from the roster of Members. Wait; hold on just a second here. I’ve just been informed that if I maintain my membership for the next several months, that I could very likely receive a nomination into the “Accident Prone “Hall of Fame! Ok so look how many times do any of us do something enough to get a nomination to some kind of “hall of fame”? I mean, I can take a few more whacks, bruises and even a cut here and there in order to reach such a great honor as that. I just draw the line at electric shocks. I’ve just had enough of those to last 2 life times, but…