tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post7957058768948608133..comments2023-11-25T02:52:50.396-07:00Comments on Faith in Ambiguity: Bloodthirsty Windshield Wipers: or How to Injure Yourself Like an IdiotAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-90669522305902931312012-02-25T11:12:52.748-07:002012-02-25T11:12:52.748-07:00You have my sympathy--and, unfortunately, a little...You have my sympathy--and, unfortunately, a little empathy as well. When I saw the title, the first thing I thought of was how I had bashed my lip off the corner of a car door at work--causing much gushing of blood--and a coworker told me I needed to write an incident report. My reponse was "What would I write? 'I'm an idiot.' That's not an incident, it's a chronic condition."Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-19277638828397353212012-02-25T09:22:23.570-07:002012-02-25T09:22:23.570-07:00That sounds totally like something I could have do...That sounds totally like something I could have done. So maybe it was actually a BRILLIANT thing to do.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-297779073385376792012-02-25T09:21:44.378-07:002012-02-25T09:21:44.378-07:00Awesome. I couldn't come up with a story for y...Awesome. I couldn't come up with a story for you since I am fiction-impaired, so I am glad I could be of some help after all.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-47460112251885405552012-02-25T09:20:52.029-07:002012-02-25T09:20:52.029-07:00My pet cats were often dressed in royal garb and f...My pet cats were often dressed in royal garb and forced to occupy various castles during my childhood. One of them was a stray that I adopted, who later developed dementia and kept us all up at night sounding like she was speaking drunken English but could only say "Harooo–Harrr arrr you?" Anyway, my point is that this is not at all far-fetched, really.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-30822066653945368152012-02-25T05:29:58.123-07:002012-02-25T05:29:58.123-07:00Ouch!
I blew my face off once lighting a fire in a...Ouch!<br />I blew my face off once lighting a fire in a wood stove with kerosene. Dumb thing to do.Julie Hutchinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06583949969402695509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-50957988642873762222012-02-25T03:30:46.835-07:002012-02-25T03:30:46.835-07:00This post oddly gives me relief regarding the abso...This post oddly gives me relief regarding the absolute mundane way I got my recent spectacular facial scar.Just Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02861216483398553225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-21683656128356156092012-02-25T00:55:00.513-07:002012-02-25T00:55:00.513-07:00"An imaginary kingdom people with stray cats&..."An imaginary kingdom people with stray cats" I have seen and imagine many adorable things, but this takes the cake. Not an average cake, no. A giant bridezilla approved cake.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-39471549865090260812012-02-24T16:03:29.387-07:002012-02-24T16:03:29.387-07:00See they're deadly! I forgot to include in thi...See they're deadly! I forgot to include in this tale that one of the things my husband finds most amusing about me is my urge to protect innocent children from windshield wiper injuries. When a child is seen approaching the hood of a car, I am often heard to react as if they are about to run out into traffic. "STOP! Don't TOUCH that! It's DANGEROUS." Mike thinks I'm a dimwit, but we know better. That's a pretty good story, by the way. I like how the drunk driver weaves so nicely into it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-5292365526003765952012-02-24T15:59:10.252-07:002012-02-24T15:59:10.252-07:00To do this requires that you allow your hands to g...To do this requires that you allow your hands to get severely dry–so dry that they basically crack when you clench your fists. Then rub up against a cotton ball. You can draw blood. Takes doing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-88087073048540557032012-02-24T15:58:06.369-07:002012-02-24T15:58:06.369-07:00Once I slashed my left foot on a carpet nail runni...Once I slashed my left foot on a carpet nail running over a piece of torn up carpet. And then I slashed my right foot a day or so later on the same carpet nail...running over the same spot. Duh. Worst dish incident, though, was when a glass broke while I was attachment parenting my infant son. He was in a sling, and a tiny shard of glass settled on his little eyelash. Heart stopped, but no blood was shed. Don't wash dishes while holding a child in a sling. In case you were planning to. I know yours won't fit anymore, anyway.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-65197338808206248192012-02-24T15:50:20.664-07:002012-02-24T15:50:20.664-07:00That's pretty good actually.That's pretty good actually.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-20872297534247202392012-02-24T15:45:43.074-07:002012-02-24T15:45:43.074-07:00Well, for what it's worth, I sliced the crap o...Well, for what it's worth, I sliced the crap out of my finger on a windshield wiper one night, just outside of Santa Fe. I had been driving on a closed I-25 in a blizzard for over 2.5 hours, not really knowing if I was on the freeway or somewhere off in the desert. I arrived in SF thinking I should not go any further, but no one I called answered their phones when I used the pay phone, and I only had 25 cents. So I got back on the road only to discover that the windshield wipers were so jacked up with ice they weren't working at all. I pulled over on the hill as you leave SF, scraped the ice off with my ungloved hands, got back in started driving and realized I'd seriously sliced myself. As I lamented that, I slammed into a drunk driver who was stopped (!!) in the lane I was in. He apparently woke up at that point and drove away. I blame the wipers for sure! But I do tend to wear gloves or use an ice scraper to clear ice from those blasted things now.Chrysanthemamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11742105211504335294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-6818942169924855902012-02-24T15:10:51.768-07:002012-02-24T15:10:51.768-07:00Ok, I'll bite. How did you cut yourself with a...Ok, I'll bite. How did you cut yourself with a cotton ball?Rick Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04581445571836108793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-1502280976506465622012-02-24T10:02:30.468-07:002012-02-24T10:02:30.468-07:002 weirdest ones I have are on the front of my foot...2 weirdest ones I have are on the front of my foot from running thru a campground and tripping over a tentstake (after being warned not to for that exact reason) and three years ago when I cut my wrist from washing dishes. If that slash/scar were going the other way, you'd think I tried to kill myself.Kristen Daukashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03471411386425199763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-13716784672532736172012-02-24T09:15:12.114-07:002012-02-24T09:15:12.114-07:00Haha. Loved it. I broke my left pinky toe. Twice. ...Haha. Loved it. I broke my left pinky toe. Twice. The exact same way: I turned a corner too quick and caught it on the door jamb. You'd think I'd have learned the first time... cuz the third year, I broke the toe next to it... same way... yeah. I'm gifted too.Molly Johttp://franklymydearmojo.comnoreply@blogger.com