Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Stuntmen - make that stuntman


In response to my brother's comment on "Hair Care Holiday", let me further explain the laundry basket and staircase game. Basically, we were risk-takers growing up. He was the risk, and I was the taker. I would say we were stuntmen, but it was actually just me who did the stunts, so I guess it's just stuntman. Being a very small child, I decided to show my brother (Chad) how cool it was that I could actually fit into our laundry basket. I got in, closed the lid and was so proud of my new talent. As I climbed out, Chad said, "Wow - that's really cool! Show me again" Like a moron, I climbed back in, closed the lid - but this time Chad held the lid down and picked up the basket. I was laughing, not knowing I was now the candidate for "today's stunt". He then carefully set the basket at the top of the staircase and said, "Don't move". Unfortunately, half the basket was hanging off the stairs and my weight was not distributed evenly. Within a matter of seconds, I was tipping toward the staircase (about 20 stairs). It was actually fun for the first tenth of a second - then the basket hit the fifth stair down and shot me out like a biscuit from those pressurized cans. I believe I got some pretty good air before I hit the 12th stair, and finally the wall at the bottom of the landing. Chad thought I was perhaps dead as it took me a minute to orient myself and readjust my eyeglasses. He was laughing pretty hard, but deep down I think he felt bad.
I've sketched a rough rendering of the event called "The Laundry Basket and Staircase Game" for your enjoyment.

9 comments:

Ruth said...

Wow. Your artistic endeavor is quite impressive. My neighbor's uncle used to roll us around in a huge dryer box in their front yard. Thankfully the box never came open.

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Anonymous said...

Wow your blogs so popular they decided to spam it I told you I would make you famous one day. I guess the other possibility is they thought you needed men’s hair growth products.

Actually, I did take a risk, it was always a matter of how much you could get hurt before you told or had to tell mom or dad. I also remember unwisely thinking it would be ok for you to “pad” your “boxing gloves” with rocks that did not work out so well for me. Not sure I can illustrate better than the year of family picture albums where I was conspicuously missing my front teeth.

RC HAMMER said...

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahahahahahahha!
That's really funny... in a good way. If I get the ejucated questions thing... well they spam me? And will I get to make up the poll question?
Hammer out.

RC Hammer

Anonymous said...

At least you didn't cause your own demise...I stepped into a clothes basket, trying to avoid picking it up, and the thing was on the landing of our stairs. I shot down the steps, still standing, and hit the wall at the bottom face first. My mom heard my brothers yelling and came running to see what happened. She laughed so hard she had to sit down. Thankfully, I just ended up with bruises on my forehead.

Anonymous said...

You need to change your profile to read "hair: none"

Ruth said...

Oooh, good point Terra!

RC HAMMER said...

Ejucated Guy is missing from his blog in action. Someone call 911.
Hammer out.

RC Hammer

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a theophostic moment!