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Why I'm so banged up in my old age.

At one time I had 82 horses, Broke horses, Trained horses and showed many across the country.

Have had nearly every bone in my body broken at one time or another.
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Jim
 
When I was in my early 20's I used to be a dancer on Bourbon Street in New Orleans (formerly the 809 Club), and also worked the light show for Chris Owens at the same place. Interesting times living in the French Quarter, too.

Now I am an ordained minister. (Proof that God does not call the qualified, but qualifies the called.)
 
ssonb said:
I'm A tall short fat skinny white black man with a bald head full of brown hair and the guy in the avatar is shooting at me !!!!!
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Then that would make me a single 21 year old brunette female, 5' 4", 115 pounds, hour glass figure with a C rack and a bunker full of SHTF supplies.

If anyone is interested Email me your bank info so I can transfer my 100 million into the country, I'll give you half for your trouble!

P.S. For OPSEC reasons my Avatar is a picture of my much older (and uglier) twin.
 
That movie was what I was referring to. There is a lot of truth about how the game is played. I was the first lady Jockey at the track, but was riding the endurance races before that on killer horses that I am also drawn to; the type of horse that will dump your butt and take a chunk out of you for good measure. By riding these horses bareback and with only a halter, I earned some respect that one would not normally get. I learned to throw rocks to take out headlights on hummers with gold plated steering wheels when vacationing jerks from wealthier local regions thought it sport to try and scare the Khwagga (foreigner) from staying in the race. That really got them p0'd. A horse can go where a hummer can't.
 
ClemKadiddlehopper said:
That movie was what I was referring to. There is a lot of truth about how the game is played. I was the first lady Jockey at the track, but was riding the endurance races before that on killer horses that I am also drawn to; the type of horse that will dump your butt and take a chunk out of you for good measure. By riding these horses bareback and with only a halter, I earned some respect that one would not normally get. I learned to throw rocks to take out headlights on hummers with gold plated steering wheels when vacationing jerks from wealthier local regions thought it sport to try and scare the Khwagga (foreigner) from staying in the race. That really got them p0'd. A horse can go where a hummer can't.
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Nice story Klem. :thumbs up:
 
phideaux said:
Why I'm so banged up in my old age.

At one time I had 82 horses, Broke horses, Trained horses and showed many across the country.

Have had nearly every bone in my body broken at one time or another.
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. They lied to us when we were young and said verything would heal. It sounds like you have had more breaks than me but all mine give me some sort of problems.
 
I collect meteorites. There's something reassuring about holding something that's literally older than dirt - and older than all our problems.
 
When I first moved out of my parents home I lived with a buddy for a year. When I turned 18 I moved into a house with four 21+ year old women who were attending college in a larger city about 3 hours from home. They had a scary event happen with a drunken ex-boyfriend of a former occupant showing up and kicking in the door, so they invited me to move in for $100/month rent and no utilities. I lived in the den which had 3 solid walls and one rope/blanket wall plus a toilet and a sink. I had to either get group permission to shower or I had to shower at the gym (90% of the time it was the gym or a sink bath). The 4 bedrooms and 2 full bathrooms were all upstairs, an area off limits to me. I also was asked to pretend to be a boyfriend by 3 of the women at family events like weddings, reunions, picnics, etc. After a year I moved into an apartment with two of the women. A year after that I moved into a different apartment with one of the women. By the way none of them preferred the company of men, if you know what I mean. So I was both house security and a male decoy all in one.
 
Back in the day (80's) when my eyesight was much much better then it us now. My dad had an old single shot .22 that was super accurate. I would goto out creek. Site down about 100 feet or so away from reeds and shoot them at whatever length I wanted.

What I would consider a miss was if was still hanging by a few threads.
 
bkt said:
I collect meteorites. There's something reassuring about holding something that's literally older than dirt - and older than all our problems.
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I collect rocks, arrowheads, shells, etc.

Edited to add: FOSSILS! Love fossil hunting. Have been precious gem hunting, no luck there yet.
 
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In my younger Lizard days, I was a SOB (Son Of a Buck). I broke my right hand twice in fist fights, then I took up martial Art because --- Wait for It --- my legs were longer than their arms. No repenting, just good logic. Glass hands - strong legs and good boots.
 
Peanut said:
I had to google it, didn't know what Fire King was... Cookware huh?
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It's dishes, or ovenware in colors like Pyrex.
It's from the 1920's , 1930 and 1940's.
I have my great grandmother's dishes, refrigetator boxes, coffee cups.
Her rule was if she left them to me, I had to use them, no put them away for good.
I use them everyday. Especially the pedestal coffee cups.
 
For 23 years, I was a mobile DJ specializing in Wedding Receptions, company parties, and school dances. If I hear The Macarena or The Electric Slide one more time, I just might snap...

And I may have a small problem with my penchant for buying knives. I have probably close to 100 now, ranging from cheap full tang Chinese "Survival" knives to semi-custom folders. Just got 2 new Ruike blades in today.
 
When I was a senior in college, I lived in a 3 story, 6 bedroom, 2 bath house with 5 men. I did not have a romantic relationship with any of them. I didn't know them before I moved in, but knew neighbors who knew of a room opening in the house. I was the only person in the house still in college.

I left the house early in the mornings M-F to drive 10 miles to school and returned home after 8 at night, except for Fridays. I attended classes, studied in the college library, worked the campus switchboard and at the college library, which was why I was so late getting home each day. It was a busy year for me as I was student teaching and spent a lot of time on school work.

The cost of living was great as the rent and utilities were divided by 6 of us. We each cooked an evening meal one day a week and Sunday evenings were on our own. I always cooked on Fridays. Most of our food was vegetarian. We had some really good meals. We bought wheat in 50 pound bags and took turns baking bread for the house. Bread was usually baked on Saturdays for the following week and it was a rotating job. A neighbor had an electric wheat grinder that we used for grinding our wheat.
 
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I have color vision deficiency ... Or some would say I'm color blind.
It's no big deal on my part but now you know.
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@Andi Funny thing, several years ago when I was learning plants I'd get very frustrated trying to id plants and their blooms in university data bases. A forum I belonged to... I went on a rant one night about finding blue flower blooms listed with yellow blooms and certain shades of green with blue flowered plants.

Turns out... I learned I have a peculiar kind of color blindness. Certain shades of green I see as blue, certain shades of blue I see as green or yellow. Many men in my family were color blind, saw only shades of grey, its rare for a woman to have this issue.

Anyway, this certainly explains why I miss-wired the x-ray tube on a catscan one night in Las Vegas. I only had the light from a street lamp 50 yards away (a mobile catscan with a busted generator). The wires were all shades of blue and green. I fried $75K in circuit boards that night... I accidentally connected a 1500vdc ramp voltage to the 24vdc logic circuit that ran throughout the system. There was smoke coming from everywhere! :eek:

My boss had to "officially ask me about it" when I got back to LA. My "official" explanation was "Whoops"! :dunno: We had a good laugh then a beer. The guy who replaced me after 3 days made the same mistake except he smoked $100k in equipment (all the stuff I'd replaced). I think they retired that old GE catscan after that. :rolleyes:

Funny, it took another 20 years to learn I had color blindness problem. ;)
 
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Grizzleyette___Adams said:
When I was in my early 20's I used to be a dancer on Bourbon Street in New Orleans (formerly the 809 Club), and also worked the light show for Chris Owens at the same place. Interesting times living in the French Quarter, too.

Now I am an ordained minister. (Proof that God does not call the qualified, but qualifies the called.)
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I've never heard it put that way before. I like that!
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When I first moved out of my parents home I lived with a buddy for a year. When I turned 18 I moved into a house with four 21+ year old women who were attending college in a larger city about 3 hours from home. They had a scary event happen with a drunken ex-boyfriend of a former occupant showing up and kicking in the door, so they invited me to move in for $100/month rent and no utilities. I lived in the den which had 3 solid walls and one rope/blanket wall plus a toilet and a sink. I had to either get group permission to shower or I had to shower at the gym (90% of the time it was the gym or a sink bath). The 4 bedrooms and 2 full bathrooms were all upstairs, an area off limits to me. I also was asked to pretend to be a boyfriend by 3 of the women at family events like weddings, reunions, picnics, etc. After a year I moved into an apartment with two of the women. A year after that I moved into a different apartment with one of the women. By the way none of them preferred the company of men, if you know what I mean. So I was both house security and a male decoy all in one.
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You've been a "Hired Gun" for a long time, haven't you?
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For 23 years, I was a mobile DJ specializing in Wedding Receptions, company parties, and school dances. If I hear The Macarena or The Electric Slide one more time, I just might snap...

And I may have a small problem with my penchant for buying knives. I have probably close to 100 now, ranging from cheap full tang Chinese "Survival" knives to semi-custom folders. Just got 2 new Ruike blades in today.
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This is payback for not warning us about heater bill. :D

 
Not all that long ago I used to be muscled up enough to be an extra in a Gladiator movie (w/o any help from drugs).

Also once in my life I did an amateur Cage fight. I did win it (barely) but never fought again.
I still have the trophy on my desk at work.
 
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Peanut said:
its rare for a woman to have this issue.
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Yes... it is ...

Both of my Optometrists told me I just needed to learn my colors ... While that worked in the first grade, today it does not.

On the side note: My family has made a running joke of it ... and that is alright. (They know it is true)
And I'm alright with that. :)
 
@*Andi
Several members of my family only see gray scale, only one female cousin saw in partial gray scale. You are the only other female I’ve heard of with this issue. It is rare...

Talk about learning colors… I once knew a guy in Buffalo NY who only saw in grey scale. He had the most unlikely job. He was a salesman for a commercial paint store and contracted commercial painting jobs after hours.

None of his customers every knew he was color blind. He had memorized all the codes on every can of paint he sold or used. He had learned to use customer descriptions to present them with the proper color or shade of color they wanted. I thought it quite remarkable that a man who was color blind had learned to make his living from his knowledge of and use of color… :)
 
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