Those hedgehogs are so cute!!
I had a boy throw a dead bird at me in grade school. Does that mean he liked me?
While cycling - an unopened can of soda, general paper trash and a tin of tobacco (gotta love tobacco country!).
Those hedgehogs are so cute!!
I had a boy throw a dead bird at me in grade school. Does that mean he liked me?
While cycling - an unopened can of soda, general paper trash and a tin of tobacco (gotta love tobacco country!).
My new non-farm blog: Finding Freedom
Well as a Sand scupltor I have had a lot thrown at me! My husband had a metal skewer thrown at him from a 2nd story in a mall. Landed right next to him. Scary!
Funny I just reminding him of that and he is walking around right now saying "fricken psychopath" I hope that kid is in jail! That was 20 years ago when that happend.
I had food, rocks,toys and balls thrown at me as well. Nice people out there. And this is while we are sculpting. Oh the best for me was when someone shot a marble at the sculpture with a gun and it hit the back of my leg. I had a huge welt! And this was shot from the other side of a wall at a fair we were at in Colorado. We saw the house where it came from. We told the police on the grounds and they went to the house but the kid denied it.
it was a good thing it had not hit me in the head it wouldd have knocked me out! You would not think Sand sculpting could be dangerous?
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
> Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
Ugh, I can't believe the items you've had tossed at you while on your bikes (or in the sand). Yikes!So far (knock on wood) I've only had to deal with two close calls in which drivers seemed to want to force me off the road into a ditch. Don't know whether they were actually trying to, or simply didn't have a clue how incredibly close they came to hitting me as they passed...........Less scary, but no less startling was the beer bottle that a guy in the passenger seat of a fast-moving pick-up truck hurled at a road sign directly across the way from me. The bottle (empty) exploded as it hit the sign. Fortunately, none of the shards flew far enough across the road to hit me or get under my tires. I don't think the guys (driver, passenger) saw me until after their projectile was on its way to the sign; at any rate, I didn't get the feeling they were trying to harrass me.
"If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." (Will Rogers)
I was having a great time riding home in yet another snow flurry last week, when I was hit with a burrito! Salsa and sour cream all over me and my bike!![]()
At first I thought it was snow from the wheels of a truck but then I started smelling salsa. I was pretty pissed, but my dogs were extra happy to see me that night. Plenty to lick off my shoes and bike.
Other than that, I've been hit with a golf ball, and of course the usual verbal assults. It all use to really upset me, but now I just chalk it up to stupid people doing stupid things and trust that karma will get them in the end.bikerHen
At least it wasn't a ROAD TACO!!!
When I was 14, my brother threw a big heavy book at me, I put my foot up to deflect it, and I broke my big toe.
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
> Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
I've been lucky, only cigarette ashes once, and they missed.
Oh, BF and I had eggs hurled at us from the top of a building on Elizabeth St in NYC on Halloween. Also missed!
I've just had people yell obscenities at me while I was on bike. And I did nothing illegal at the time.
As a pedestrian, i was walking home one night on a well-travelled street. Someone threw a bucket of water from the 2nd storey at home. I ran home...and immediately took a shower. Who knows what was in that upper- storied water...
I did hear from a cycling friend where upon stopping at a traffic light, a guy reached out of car....and slapped her on the bum..
While doing a duathlon I had a man grab my butt!
Not quite as erotic as it sounds. I was the biker for a team and my runner was the first one back so I was out on the bike quickly. My husband was doing the whole race and it wasn't long till he caught me. He reached over and grabbed my butt...it scared me so bad I nearly wrecked. I was so angry I could have spit nails. At first he couldn't understand my reaction then I reminded him of how angry he got at me for laying on the horn as a joke when I passed him while he was running one time. We agreed no butt grabbing while biking and running from that day on.