So did ya'll miss me? I do know some of you did, and I appreciate all the emails saying how much you miss my blogs. Excuse me while I wipe the tear of appreciation from my eye . . .
I've been on hiatus for the past couple of weeks, taking a little summer break, but it's nice to be missed. I did have an ex-wife tell me not long ago that she had discovered my blogs and that they PROVE that I'm crazy. I agree with Billy Joel, "You may be right, I may be crazy" but at least *I'M* the good kind of crazy . . . thousands of blog readers worldwide could be wrong, but I doubt it. I also agree with Elvis, "Thank you, thank you very much."
A couple of weeks ago my friend Wendy sent me a myspace comment that said "You've been tagged....read my latest blog. :)" so I did, and it started like this:
Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog with 10 weird random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose up to 10 people to be tagged, list their names, and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' on their profile and tell them to read your latest blog.
and it went on to list 10 things about her that apparently she considers weird and/or random (could be read cute and/or endearing). So anyways, here's my version:
1. I have the highest ACT score to ever come out of my high school. The school house burned down not long after that . . . . . . . just kidding. It's still there and even though the ACT people dumbed down the test by 2 points a few years later, I STILL have the highest score ever to come out of my school.
2. I grew up on the "wrong side of the tracks," but in Itawamba County Mississippi it wasn't tracks, it was the Tombigbee River. And out of a two mile stretch of back woods country River Road on the wrong side of the river, the group of about 15 kids I hung out with produced 2 MD's, 2 PhD's (myself included), and several prominent businessmen. If you'd like to purchase some of that Tombigbee River water send $19.95 (plus $5.00 shipping and handling) to . . . just kidding, it's free for the taking (for drinking, swimming, or baptizing), just take a genuine quart mason jar down to the river and dip it on in . . .
3. Each of my ex-wives at one time or another has called me a 'bull-in-a-china-shop' (or the generic equivalent), not for clumsiness, but for my "damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead" attitude. Where I grew up you had to be something of a maverick to survive, so I rarely follow instructions as given.
4. In 1974 I was instrumental in building and exploding the only Hydrogen bomb ever to be exploded in an 8th grade science class (I'm not lying).
5. When we were growing up, my best good friend, Bubba (I'm still not lying), tried to kill me at least twice, once by running me over with a Ford tractor, another time by driving the dune buggy in which I was standing behind the seats with my head above the roll bar UNDER a barbed wire fence.
6. When I was in the 10th grade, I rolled a '73 Pontiac Ventura doing 130 mph. Both I and my passenger, another good friend, Goober (I'm still not lying), walked away with hardly a scratch. I can't say as much for the Ventura or the stretch of pavement where I rolled it.
7. I worked my way through undergrad engineering school doing heavy construction work. I have lot's of stories, including many near death experiences, both mine and other's. On one job I was on the top beam of the parking garage we were building when the guy next to me fell off and dropped 5 stories head first into a steel turnbuckle, and we had to run down and tackle him and hold him down until the ambulance got there. Talk about hard headed . . .
8. I've gone canoeing where I encountered alligators bigger than the canoe, I've gone surfing where I encountered tiger sharks twice bigger than the surfboard. Both were considered to be recreational.
9. I've heard lot's of people say they would put their lives on the line for their children, but I actually have. My son Clint, when he was 5 years old, was alone in my Jeep Grand Cherokee when he knocked it out of gear and started rolling backwards towards a steep 30 ft drop off. I couldn't get the door open in time to stop it, so we went over the edge together, Clint inside the truck and me hanging on the outside. The truck turned on its own to miss several large hickory trees and I ended up on the down hill side with the truck trying to turn over sideways on top of me. I managed to hold it off.
10. I KNOW God has a purpose for my life, because He's passed on so many opportunities to take me out!!! For those of you who seem to think that I keep falling in $..!+ and come out smelling like a rose, I'm sure there were some angels involved in several of the stories listed above, and someday I want to hear their versions!!
If you paid close attention to the last line of 3 above you should know that I don't do well following instructions, so I hereby tag EVERYONE who reads this.
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