Just a Quickie

The Elliptical
MP3 Check,
Water Check,
Start out slow for five. AC-DC in ear. Push hard for at least twenty. Wore out, slow down for five, Done. Seems simple enough yes? A little sweat a little burn, always good.
Until it is not. 4 times a week trudge down to the basement and begin. Thing cost about $500 so have to use it. Dogs hate it too. Got it, wish it was a tanning bed.
Hate it, do it anyway. Hate it, do it anyway. Hate it, do it anyway. It is the easiest thing that can be used, no impact on your joints, smooth easy flow. It can even make your stomach muscles sore if you try hard enough.
Keep hating something and it will turn on you. Put enough hate into it and it will come back. One day it gets even.
Sudden adrenalin rush. Push, Faster, Faster, Faster. Sweat runs, will not stop, can not stop. Faster, Faster.. it starts to hum, then to whine.. Dogs hear and run into room barking. Can not stop, Dogs whining too now. They can not call 911. Try to scream but have no breath. Muscles burn.
Suddenly, Wham! An elbow to the ribs, "Wake up and stop whining! Dam it, I'm trying to sleep here."
Next day..
MP3 Check,
Water Check,

Monday, November 8, 2010

Raking leaves is Dangerous

It is fall, the leaves are falling, DUH. The frost is here. Some of the trees are beautiful, some are sticks already. Some yards are raked and sucked off, others look like a Forrest floor. You can see the property lines sometimes, where the rake went and where it has not. Some property lines are marked with a fence, one has a row of T post driven DEEP in the ground and painted white, with only about 2 foot sticking out. Looks like an accident waiting to happen. Humm............

Joe is out raking his leaves, he hates the neighbor, the guy is a Dick. He keeps crossing the property line, but he put in these stupid metal post after paying a surveyor to mark the line cause Joe's kids kept running into his yard while playing. Those post, One of the kids could fall and bash his head in on one of those post... IDEA. Bash head in.. Humm.

The Dick has not raked his leaves yet. I have just the thing.. Joe gets some fishing line and uses the leaves for cover, he uses spike nails to wrap the line. One to hold it up in the middle. The Dick always does his yard in a pattern. Joe knows the pattern, he walks out along the wooden fence to his back yard then starts raking in the corner along his LINE. Joe sets in his window with a beer watching.

The Dick comes out of the back yard with his rake, he walks over exactly as expected. "The stupid bastard and his pattern.." His foot hooks on the fishing line. (Nice birthday present after all) He trips and falls. Damn I am good thinks Joe. I got his height perfect. The Dick twitches as blood pours from his now impaled eye socket.. Joe gets up to go check on him, as he moans and finishes his death throws, Joe gathers up his fishing line and spikes. He walks over and throws them in the trash, then he starts hollering.. "OH MY GOD! HELP HELP! someone call 911."

Joe looks concerned as The Dick's Bitchy old lady comes out screaming. Joe thinks well now I can pull those post up so my kids do not end up like The Dick.. What a safety hazard... I wish I had remembered to bring my beer, now it is going to get hot...

And the world goes round and round.

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