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Awesomely Stupid Tuggy.
13 years ago
Okay lovelies, gather round for an amazing tail of why I am both amazing, and beyond stupid. <3
Also called,"How Buni Fucked Her Shit Up"
My father has recently got into the remote control helicopters. He has a lot of fun with them, but... Well, he's not that great with most of them. He's wrecked quite a few so far. But, oh well, at least he's having fun!
Most recently he crashed one into a biiiigggg tree out behind his house. About 25-30 feet up.
I went over for a visit today, and I see him in the back, a piece of rope tied around a heavy wrench, trying to hook the branch the helicopter is on so he can shake it down.
It has to be said... My father is getting up in the years, and while he's still able to throw something 100 miles an hour, or lift something several hundred pounds, he's got a bad knee... So walking causes him quite a deal of pain, and he is of course too stubborn to use a cane for anything other than tormenting people with. So when I see him doing this, all I can think is,"Oh goodness, if I don't do that for him, he's going to hurt his knee!"
So I run out back and beg him to let me try a few times, and he reluctantly agrees to let me, since he's already obviously caused himself a deal of pain.
I feel victorious in having even gotten the wrench and rope away from him, but it leaves me with the harsh reality of staring at this branch 30 feet above me going,"Oh, right genius, how the Hell are you going to chunk a 3 pound wrench 30 feet in the air and rope a tree branch."
I have my own back problems, so I was afraid I was just going to end up having a wrench come crashing on my upturned face and be struck dead. My tombstone would read,"Here Lies Buni. She didn't think this shit through."
But after a throw or two, I find out that though my years of Softball are long behind me, I still have an arm on me. It takes me a few tries, but eventually I get the perfect toss and I wrap the wrench around the branch perfectly. Indiana Jones would have been proud.
Here comes the part where everyone should prepare to face palm...
The rope connected to this wrench is not what could be called nice rope. In fact, it's pretty much crappy twine rope. And those of you who've worked with twine know... YOU SHOULD WEAR GLOVES.
Buni doesn't know this. Buni also has baby-butt soft Artist Shut-In hands.
So, again without thinking things through, I wrap the twine around my hands and I begin to shake this tree for all I'm worth. I shake, and I shake, and I shake-shake-shake.
The helicopters mocks me from above, and I scream up at in with bitter anguish.
But finally, with great difficulty, I have managed to shake the thing down! I run over, catch it like an All-Star quarterback, and giddily run in to inform my parents of my victory.
Applause all around, and much praise from both my parents, and eventually my adrenaline fades...
And I think to myself,"Ow. I wonder what that horrible burning sensation is."
I'm sure some have guessed... My poor teeny soft hands are now -covered- in blisters and filled with these horrible splinters from the twine. They're swollen and feel terrible.
But my fingertips are okay, so hopefully I should be able to do some coloring and lining with the mouse. But gripping a pencil is a bit beyond me right now. But luckily I have plenty of things in the inking-coloring phase to keep me busy!
But I got that Helicopter down, damnit. Huzzah.
TL:DR-
Got a Helicopter out of a tree for my Dad. Wrecked my Hands in the process because I'm a big Dummy. Still super proud of myself anyways.
Also called,"How Buni Fucked Her Shit Up"
My father has recently got into the remote control helicopters. He has a lot of fun with them, but... Well, he's not that great with most of them. He's wrecked quite a few so far. But, oh well, at least he's having fun!
Most recently he crashed one into a biiiigggg tree out behind his house. About 25-30 feet up.
I went over for a visit today, and I see him in the back, a piece of rope tied around a heavy wrench, trying to hook the branch the helicopter is on so he can shake it down.
It has to be said... My father is getting up in the years, and while he's still able to throw something 100 miles an hour, or lift something several hundred pounds, he's got a bad knee... So walking causes him quite a deal of pain, and he is of course too stubborn to use a cane for anything other than tormenting people with. So when I see him doing this, all I can think is,"Oh goodness, if I don't do that for him, he's going to hurt his knee!"
So I run out back and beg him to let me try a few times, and he reluctantly agrees to let me, since he's already obviously caused himself a deal of pain.
I feel victorious in having even gotten the wrench and rope away from him, but it leaves me with the harsh reality of staring at this branch 30 feet above me going,"Oh, right genius, how the Hell are you going to chunk a 3 pound wrench 30 feet in the air and rope a tree branch."
I have my own back problems, so I was afraid I was just going to end up having a wrench come crashing on my upturned face and be struck dead. My tombstone would read,"Here Lies Buni. She didn't think this shit through."
But after a throw or two, I find out that though my years of Softball are long behind me, I still have an arm on me. It takes me a few tries, but eventually I get the perfect toss and I wrap the wrench around the branch perfectly. Indiana Jones would have been proud.
Here comes the part where everyone should prepare to face palm...
The rope connected to this wrench is not what could be called nice rope. In fact, it's pretty much crappy twine rope. And those of you who've worked with twine know... YOU SHOULD WEAR GLOVES.
Buni doesn't know this. Buni also has baby-butt soft Artist Shut-In hands.
So, again without thinking things through, I wrap the twine around my hands and I begin to shake this tree for all I'm worth. I shake, and I shake, and I shake-shake-shake.
The helicopters mocks me from above, and I scream up at in with bitter anguish.
But finally, with great difficulty, I have managed to shake the thing down! I run over, catch it like an All-Star quarterback, and giddily run in to inform my parents of my victory.
Applause all around, and much praise from both my parents, and eventually my adrenaline fades...
And I think to myself,"Ow. I wonder what that horrible burning sensation is."
I'm sure some have guessed... My poor teeny soft hands are now -covered- in blisters and filled with these horrible splinters from the twine. They're swollen and feel terrible.
But my fingertips are okay, so hopefully I should be able to do some coloring and lining with the mouse. But gripping a pencil is a bit beyond me right now. But luckily I have plenty of things in the inking-coloring phase to keep me busy!
But I got that Helicopter down, damnit. Huzzah.
TL:DR-
Got a Helicopter out of a tree for my Dad. Wrecked my Hands in the process because I'm a big Dummy. Still super proud of myself anyways.
My father doesn't have to use gloves. He has working man's hands. But I've got little soft girly artist hands x3 So I didn't even think to grab a pair until the pain started.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1169929/
I now wear gloves when handling the trolley rope and working the 1926 vintage controls, lest my hands get rope burn or handle pinch. ;)
I've actually never rode on a Trolley, or train, or anything neater than the zippy railways in Dallas. I'm sure it's a lot of fun!
If I'm even in the neighborhood I'll call you up for sure!
And it was all worth it to rescue the choppa. <3
I only wish my dad was still around to help.
You can edit out that part about 'stupid' any time. Buni is awesome - full stop - end of discussion!
I'd do anything for my Dad. He's a wonderful man, and has always been my super man. As he gets up in the years, it's like watching a super-hero turn mortal, and while that hurts an awful lot, I'm happy to assist him in whatever ways I can.
And I'm glad you giggled. <3 I tried to make it funny!