Idiot Corner

A short while back, I managed to skip right past common sense and fall off a ladder, really banging myself up ... pretty embarrassed about that, and pretty upset with myself for the currently ongoing inconvenience. Pretty convincing Capital "I" Idiot performance.

About 2 weeks ago I managed to lock my keys in my car. However, what made this a particularly Idiot moment was the method in which they were incarcerated.

Having jambed my thumb on the shifter in my Jeep Wrangler whilst trying to downshift in a hurry (to avoid the moron in front of me that decided she wanted to turn 6 feet before the turn itself) I was in an extremely foul mood. I pulled into my parking lot, put the Jeep in gear, turned it off, took the keys from the ignition, stepped out of the vehicle, locked the door and slammed it shut in one fluid motion.

In the process of all that, the lanyard which I keep on my keyring managed to loop itself around the window knob on the door and upon slamming the door shut, the keys were yanked from my hand and pulled inside.

Fortunately, it's a rag top and I was able to merely unzip one of the windows and crawl in to retrieve the keys, but man did I ever feel like an IDIOT.

No special event, it's more of an ongoing enterprise.

After my long ride from California to New Mexico I figured I'd treat my car to a real live car wash. We don't have those in Eureka, home of drizzled misty atmosphere those times it isn't crystalline clear.

So, I needed to clean out the V-mobile before taking it for it's once every six year real cleaning.
To start with I raked the corgi hairs... not too bad, since I've kept Mr. Sparky in his crate in the car since he tore all, all, all, mind you, all of the seat belts, and raked from time to time since.

So as I'm cleaning the car I have the keys clamped to my waistband. Not thinking, I wore non regular jeans that day. The keys must've dropped, but where? no, not down my jeans. Not in my shoes. Not in the garage. Not on the parking strip. Not in the car. And so on. That was more than a month ago... no keys, my lady.

Oh, and then I took the car to Octopus, a terrific carwash not far away, and Baby V got the bath of her life.

I doubt very much they took my keys. Why would they want a weathered old Volvo?

Luckily, I had a second set, but, alas, they are not my favorite set, schniff...

Lesson - always know where your keys are, dumkopf!

I thought a dicentra was a lungwort.

would starting up and driving off with the heater cord still plugged into my diesel truck be considered stupid enough?

I was so grumpy early this evening that I couldnt bring myself to go to this fascinating documentary that i'd often read of and that was screened, as a one-off, right next door at the university - and instead spent an hour and a half more bumbling about on A2K before going out to meet up. Does that count?

Cos I sure think that was stupid (by which I dont mean to erode my right of free sloth)

Ok sublime1 and farmerman are tied for head idiot. personally I'm a gifted genius. (that oil thingy guage in the porsche that shows 0 means I don't need any oil, right?

One of my all-time idiot moments came about many years ago. I was using a bottle-type propane torch to braze some fittings on a truck's radiator. Naturally, I was more or less down on my knees doing the job, since that's where the fittings were. Anyhow, finished with the heat work, I reached up behind me, set the torch on the workbench, stood up, started fishing in my shirt pocket for a cigarette, and suddenly became painfully aware I had not extinguished the torch before setting it on the workbench. I still have that scar - its a real beaut.

I hate it when lightbulbs go out. Mostly because I'm so short. Changing lightbulbs for me has proven to be a difficult task at times... Both lightbulbs went out in my dinning room fixture just the other day. Well I don't have a stepping stool so I've had to be rather creative in finding ways to get tall enough to reach the stinking fixture. So I just convinced me husband to let me buy this card table with folding chairs for the kids to eat at when we have company.

I thought, "Ah HA! That's perfect!"

So I pull up my little chair...

stand on it... all is good.

I lean just a little to the right to try and unscrew the fixture...







The chair begins to fold...








TIMBER!!!!

I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes! As I'm laying there groaning all wrapped up in the chair my dog, who I just tried to kill by falling on top of him, comes and licks me right on the face...

ARGH...

No special event, it's more of an ongoing enterprise.

A short while back, I managed to skip right past common sense and fall off a ladder, really banging myself up ... pretty embarrassed about that, and pretty upset with myself for the currently ongoing inconvenience. Pretty convincing Capital "I" Idiot performance.