tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post113721778787116028..comments2023-05-15T05:30:09.187-05:00Comments on The Bishop's Jiggy Musings: How Did We Ever Survive?The Bishophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533076310508817820noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137694119592837272006-01-19T12:08:00.000-06:002006-01-19T12:08:00.000-06:00jason's nephew and joshua's son is a walking head ...jason's nephew and joshua's son is a walking head injury just like them!! hahaha! an example, when jacob was about 2 and a half, our driveway was short, inclined, and really close to a busy street... we were sitting there watching him ride his tricycle! next thing we knew, he lifted his feet off the ground, and headed BACKWARDS, straight down the driveway, to the street! very scary, as a car was coming! i have never seen joshua run so fast, or my heart stop that quick! joshua saved him ofcourse, but jake incurred a nice little head injury in the process, and lost some skin! he wasn't even scared, until his head started throbbing! poor thing! i guess he gets his daredevil side from his daddy and his uncle!<BR/><BR/>and by the way, i hear that handstand was a beautiful thing! lots of love jas! alway's, kAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137555220561565492006-01-17T21:33:00.000-06:002006-01-17T21:33:00.000-06:00I climbed about fifty feet up in a tall, sparse tr...I climbed about fifty feet up in a tall, sparse tree in our front yard when I was eight. I couldn't figure out how to get back down, had a panic attack, and ended up stuck up there for two or three hours before my mom and dad got home and talked me down limb by limb. I'm still not sure why I did that. Because I could, I guess...<BR/><BR/>p.s. Thanks for the shout on my blog. :) I was sick all week, but it's nice to know I was missed...lol.Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06319876018208176809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137514845739802072006-01-17T10:20:00.000-06:002006-01-17T10:20:00.000-06:00I think that maybe girls might care more about liv...I think that maybe girls might care more about living than guys do... let's see... the closest I've come to dying while playing was probably playing with my cousin when we were younger in the hotel swimming pool. I couldn't swim yet and she couldn't really either. I was holding on to her and she was holding on to the edge and had to go around this guy and we both sunk. luckily, our dads saved us. Yep, that really compares to dirt bikes and ditches...Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07731805344179191024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137390845426005692006-01-15T23:54:00.000-06:002006-01-15T23:54:00.000-06:00Ha i ate a whole bunch of vitamins. b/c they taste...Ha i ate a whole bunch of vitamins. b/c they tasted good. HELLO? don't make vitamins taste good.<BR/><BR/>hmm what else have i done... i was running and tripped and had to get stitches on my lip. <BR/><BR/>uhmm tha'ts about it.<BR/>nothing too exciting.Larahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16600345855940091666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137364262388520052006-01-15T16:31:00.000-06:002006-01-15T16:31:00.000-06:00I stuck some beads up my nose and had to go the em...I stuck some beads up my nose and had to go the emergency room once, when i was little . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137258645067106352006-01-14T11:10:00.000-06:002006-01-14T11:10:00.000-06:00Yeah, I said "retanugular". :-)Yeah, I said "retanugular". :-)Austinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02574528872120179824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13398617.post-1137258587552107762006-01-14T11:09:00.000-06:002006-01-14T11:09:00.000-06:00I can relate to jumping off the house. I don't kn...I can relate to jumping off the house. I don't know what my fascination with that was, but we would always do it if my parents were away from the house.<BR/><BR/>But my true "I'm so stupid I shoulda died" moment was backflips off the trampoline. We always had a trampoline when I was growing up. The first was one of the killer retanugular kind where people would always fall in the holes in the corner, or in between the springs. When I was older, and we had the round kind, I started making a habit of just jumping off of it when I was done. (Keep in mind, this was before some idiot inventor thought it would be cool to put a netted cage around the thing -- keep it dangerous, I say.) It was about the same time I was learning to do a back flip. So, wouldn't you guess that I'd put the two together. Back flips OFF OF the trampoline is just flirting with death.<BR/><BR/>I never really had a bad spill, but my Mom's heart skipped a few beats each time I did it.Austinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02574528872120179824noreply@blogger.com