This photo was taken when we were on the top flight of stairs at the Pilgrim Monument.
When I’m somewhere high – I want to jump. Luckily, the railing was too high and I couldn’t get my leg up over it. I did notice that it would be easy to flip Sweety over it because he was so much taller than it. I shared that with him and he made sure to stay at least an arm’s length away from me til we had descended far enough that he would survive the fall.
Anyhoo.
This got me to thinking…
If you were falling to your death? What would you holler if you had to say something besides screaming your guts out? Sweety and I talked about it for several flights of stairs and couldn’t think of anything suitable at that time. But upon reflection, I think I’d go out screeching as much of “the ants go marching one by one” song (well, the part that I sing. I really like the “hurrah! hurrah!” part.) that I could get out. That song is always in my head like background music.
What would you say?
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Not that it would matter; but I would be yelling AAAAAAHHHHH the entire way. It would be way no fun to hit bottom.
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Chickie said:
December 4th, 2009 at 10:53 pm
I’d make sure to keep my eyes open though. I don’t like to miss things.
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December 4th, 2009 4:56 am
Chickie, you and I are so much alike it is truly frightening.
Is your favorite verse of “The ants go marching”… #9 – it is mine! LOL
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Chickie said:
December 4th, 2009 at 10:54 pm
I only know the the line about the little one stopping to suck his thumb. As a (mostly reformed) thumbsucker, that line strikes a nerve with me.
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December 4th, 2009 9:10 am
That picture gives me vertigo. As for what I would scream as I fell to my death? “Damn those Flying Walenzas! They made it looks so easy!” (Well, Walenza Sr? Not so much.)
- G
BTW, how did your TPIR audition go?
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Chickie said:
December 4th, 2009 at 10:56 pm
Um, is a Walenza real? Google didn’t help me. This is a wonderful falling phrase because people will wonder what the heck the Flying Walenzas are.
It was Wheel of Fortune and my name did not get picked out of the hat to audition. I guess I’ll have to keep my day job.
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December 4th, 2009 12:58 pm
Pretty sure the only thing I’d be able to muster up would be a lot of four-letter words. I’m not a huge fan of heights and while I don’t think oh I might jump, I always thing my body is going to spontaneously hurl itself over the edge of somewhere high. I have to stand back so I don’t let it do that. I’m a crazy person.
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Chickie said:
December 6th, 2009 at 6:05 pm
The spontaneously hurling thing? That’s what I’m afraid of. I just KNOW that I’m going to HAVE to jump so I may as well take control and throw myself on over.
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December 5th, 2009 3:42 am
Heeeeeeeeeeeelp
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Chickie said:
December 6th, 2009 at 6:07 pm
But think of how guilty everyone around you would feel if they couldn’t help.
No wait, if you have to go out then you may as well cause as much damage as you can.
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December 6th, 2009 8:39 am
I have this dream of being picked as teacher of the year for my whole district so I can get up in front of everyone at the big dinner, grab my trophy, shoot them both barrels of the middle finger canon, and scream “I am so much fucking better than all you worthless bastards and I have the trophy to prove it, so FUCK OFF.”
Wonder why I never win?
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Chickie said:
December 9th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
Who do I need to pay off so you get that trophy and how do I score a ticket to the dinner?
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December 9th, 2009 12:24 am
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