a bad day for this guy.

My first ex wife's first parachute jump, she landed on the roof of an old outhouse and went completely through and landed in the pit. The instructor was giving her instructions on how to turn the chute to control her flight and with all the stubborness she possessed, she did everything backwards. I was so disgusted with her I did not tell the instructor she only responded to left as Bad Ring Hand.
It was the only obstacle, in the middle of an huge field, with absolutely nothing around in any direction. She went directly through the roof and the parachute ended up covering the roof. I had a picture of her, just before she went through, pulling her knees up to her chest, trying to climp up the parachute.
It was one of the few times I laughed during the marriage. She came out of the hole looking like a paper mache' doll. It was great.

Kevin, is there a story behind that picture?

Cher, I have had 6 exwives. That is why I named my business Seventh Chapter Jewelery. Seventh Chapter of life. I had gone on a quest and tried to marry someone from every sign of the Zodiac. I have been married to an Aries, Leo, two Cancers, two Gemini's.
However, in my bachelorhood in between wives, I suspect I "touched" them all.
I came to learn what marriage is not.
I have an exwife in New England, make that two actually, one in Seattle, one in Elco Nevada, one in Fairbanks, one in Western New York state.
The world gets small after a while. Everyone took a piece out of me.
Jenne is helping me put some of them back, I am helping her. She has only one exhusband. That is hard enough.
Each one definately left their mark.

No nerve touched there. I love photos like that, and the memories they bring up. You got nothing to apologize for here.
I am the one that had the stubborn streak that made me a slow learner.
I have almost 350 jumps behind me. Life to me has been an adreline rush. If I had not broken both my neck, back, and both legs over a 15yr period jumping, I would still be doing it.
Bring those photos on. Carpe' Diem!
Each day is a new chapter.

I love it.
Happy fourth everyone. Stay safe, enjoy the day.
Today is a good day.

That sounds like Big Hair Tina. I knew her. She hung out with Becky the Airhead. Becky the Airhead would start drinking and by the time the evening was out, she forgot who she was married to. Big Hair Tina used to get drunk and start fights. Sometimes with only herself. It was amazing to watch.
I never married either of those two, but I sure played hard. I knew better. Big Hair Tina never stopped talking, even with something in her mouth. Becky the Airhead was so punched out nothing she said made even a shred of sense. Before she started drinking.
Wind 'em up. Watch 'em go!

Doc, You're crackin me up! You SHOULD write a book if you haven't already...

Oh yea...hate to spoil the fun with this pic but it's obviously 'photoshopped' the paratrooper is proprtionally not right. He's way too small!

LOL - I don't remember that being over the rainbow, though!

You think that is something.
Ever been in an elevator in a skyscraper?
To make a long a short, I had really tied one on. The next day I was feeling a little unsettled. I had a business appointment in the Sears tower, on one of the top floors.
I had gas, big time.
On the way down, the elevator was packed. I mean packed. We had Bambi's, bosses, everyone in between, shoulder into shoulder. I was standing there with some real knockout ladies, and professional gentleman, and I wanted to leave no mark. I'll bust friends, but, strangers I keep distance.
There was a very short gentleman directly behind me, with his face stuffed into my backside. I was trying to get smaller, and smaller, he was yelling and pushing, and then it happened.
I tried not to, but I let one go that would have set a record in a competition! People started moving, coughing, moving more. I did not do my usual and point to the cutest lady and give that look. It was awful.
It was the express to the bottom and we had some few floors to go. I set off a chain reaction and it was getting louder, stinkier, and the gentleman stuffed into me was really getting hysterical.
The elevator stopped, we waited for what seemed two lifetimes, and the door opened. We all tried to get out at once. I tried to not laugh, some of the executives were giving me dollar bills and shaking my hand, and the little gentleman who was wearing a duster, flew out the door. He was screaming, swearing, yelling, running around in circles, stomping his feet. He then stopped cold, turned and ran into me and kicked me with everyting he had in the lower chin. He flipped himself onto his back, rolled over, got up and ran into a glass door blaming me.
I really wanted to just crawl under a large rock and evolve into something else. Everyone burst out laughing. He looked just like a Munchkin with his duster, swearing, and running like that. I felt so bad. The Bambi's were hruumphing and looking in control, some of the executives just walked away really quickly. I left and never went back.
I never forgot that.
I did get to meet some real Munchkins though. My wife's mother was in the studio business and her sister had an art school. Quite a few of the original ones would stop in and just say hi.
I feel sorry for that person. I think I gave him a bad day. I still feel bad, even though it was funny. I still laugh, but, I bad.