It was a good idea....honest!

“Good ideas” have mostly been imposed on me by other people, like my parents thinking that ballroom dancing lessons would instruct me in a social grace I’d need to get on in life (- -Fox Trot, anyone?)...or my school thinking that two years of algebra was necessary for my future career...
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getting my first full time job at age 18.... and spending the next 40 years working for someone else... (looking back I'm not sure it was a smart move).

Network marketing or Multi Level Marketing.... $600 lesson in stupid.
 
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Fyrefox said:
“Good ideas” have mostly been imposed on me by other people, like my parents thinking that ballroom dancing lessons would instruct me in a social grace I’d need to get on in life (- -Fox Trot, anyone?)...or my school thinking that two years of algebra was necessary for my future career...
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In looking back, I made some mistakes 100% on my own, but for the most part mistakes that had the worst consequences were either a matter of caving in to pressure or listening to people who had well-meaning advice or opinions but whose situations were much different from mine.
 
JaniceM said:
In looking back, I made some mistakes 100% on my own, but for the most part mistakes that had the worst consequences were either a matter of caving in to pressure or listening to people who had well-meaning advice or opinions but whose situations were much different from mine.
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I’ll take credit for mine cause most were my idea. I’ve made a lifetime of making stupid mistakes but I’ll keep making them cause if I suddenly stopped my life would become ultra boring.😴
 
Young adult, decided to jump up on my mare without saddle or bridle, she decided to take a turn around the barn.
All was going well until she decided she was done, she bucked me off at the corner of the barn where I hit the barn then ground. 4 fractured ribs and collar bone. Yep, it seemed like a good idea at the time. :ROFLMAO:
 
We just got our high school class rings at 2:30 PM. I walked out side of the school and I got hit with a snowball. So the fight was on. Now, you can't make good snowballs with gloves on. So, I took them off, and hurled a massive barrage. Then, I looked at my hands- NO RING.
BTW "It was a good idea" could have been my middle name, unfortunately all my ideas came with a huge, big ol' BUT with them.
 
When I was 9 I was repeatedly hitting a tree with a hammer. There was a close line on the tree. Eventually I caught the hammer on the close line and it bounced back striking me on the right front portion of my forehead and down I went. It had to have looked like a Three Stooges routine. My friends mom sat me down on a kitchen chair and took a butter knife and pressed on the lump on my forehead reducing it to barely noticeable!
 
When I was five I thought it would be a good idea to follow what my brothers were doing and climb up the ladder and jump off, but it definitely wasn't a good idea to stick my arm out on the way down and break it against a rung. The very next year, I thought it would be a good idea to follow what my brothers were doing and swing myself from the tree branch and my collar bone snapped like a twig. Just last year I thought it would be a good idea to go down the steps into the garage with a puppy in one hand and a bag of trash in the other, at the very same time the cat thought it would be a good idea to apologize for what he'd done in the bathtub by rubbing against my ankle. Two broken bones and four torn ligaments over that idea.
 
A couple of years after we were married I went full swing into canning,freezing and jam and jelly making.
I had picked a huge amount of elderberries and proceeded to make jelly. Back then I still use the old fashioned method the way my Grandma made hers.
After filling a clean sack of some sort with the cooked berries I hung the jelly bag, as my Grandma called it, with a rope which I attached somehow over the top cabinet in the kitchen so it would hang freely over a large pot to collect the juice.
My grandma left it over night but I decided to twirl it around and around to speed up the process. Soon the bag got tighter and tighter and the juice was flowing. All of a sudden it popped like a balloon. I had elderberries and juice all over the kitchen. The hubby had just painted the kitchen walls about a month earlier.
I'm sure he thought what kind of a nut case did I marry but back then he repainted without a word.
Today he would have handed me the paint can and head back to his recliner.
 
Don M. said:
I've lost track of all the dumb stuff I've done over the years. However, it has taught me to try to stop and think for a moment before I attempt anything that might be risky.
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Yep, yep, yep. I'm tightening a bolt and an image comes up in my mind that if I tighten it more it will crack. So I tighten it anyway. (n)
 

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