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Sigmund

Waiting in Uber.
Jan 3, 2010
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In your mirror.
Hola!

I like reading about what SKMB members have experienced. What they have lived through. The Good, the bad , and the ugly. And how they came out of it a better person. Or, not so much.

Tell us your experience, Please.

I'll start.

A few months ago, I was in my den. Watching something on my new goodie roonie Roku TV. (My Momma and baby brother and family got it for me.)

So, here I am, watching a show and I detect...movement. Under the the TV. Son-of a - witch! It's a baby opossum! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is an a baby possum, in my room, in my house! It cracked me up. I texted my baby brother, there is a baby opossum in my den as we text! Baby brother advised me to call animal control.

Long story, short.(Too, late) I went out and bought a live animal trap.($55.00) I was able to trap not one, but two baby opossums!

Chit like this? It only happens to me. Or my little brother.

Your story, please.

Peace.
 

Doc Creed

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Nov 18, 2015
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Hola!

I like reading about what SKMB members have experienced. What they have lived through. The Good, the bad , and the ugly. And how they came out of it a better person. Or, not so much.

Tell us your experience, Please.

I'll start.

A few months ago, I was in my den. Watching something on my new goodie roonie Roku TV. (My Momma and baby brother and family got it for me.)

So, here I am, watching a show and I detect...movement. Under the the TV. Son-of a - witch! It's a baby opossum! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is an a baby possum, in my room, in my house! It cracked me up. I texted my baby brother, there is a baby opossum in my den as we text! Baby brother advised me to call animal control.

Long story, short.(Too, late) I went out and bought a live animal trap.($55.00) I was able to trap not one, but two baby opossums!

Chit like this? It only happens to me. Or my little brother.

Your story, please.

Peace.
:lol::lol:
 

morgan

Well-Known Member
Jul 11, 2010
29,353
104,579
North Dakota
Hola!

I like reading about what SKMB members have experienced. What they have lived through. The Good, the bad , and the ugly. And how they came out of it a better person. Or, not so much.

Tell us your experience, Please.

I'll start.

A few months ago, I was in my den. Watching something on my new goodie roonie Roku TV. (My Momma and baby brother and family got it for me.)

So, here I am, watching a show and I detect...movement. Under the the TV. Son-of a - witch! It's a baby opossum! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is an a baby possum, in my room, in my house! It cracked me up. I texted my baby brother, there is a baby opossum in my den as we text! Baby brother advised me to call animal control.

Long story, short.(Too, late) I went out and bought a live animal trap.($55.00) I was able to trap not one, but two baby opossums!

Chit like this? It only happens to me. Or my little brother.

Your story, please.

Peace.
Are the critters okay?
 

ghost19

"Have I run too far to get home?"
Sep 25, 2011
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An amusing emergency services story...at least everyone else that I worked with thought so....

I started out at the police department as a 911 police/fire dispatcher in 1998. About three years in, I'm working afternoon shift, 2pm-12am, around 7pm, we're very busy at that time most nights. I get a 911 call, click on it, a woman is screaming at the top of her lungs, "MY MAMA IS DEAD! MY MAMA IS DEAD!" over and over, unresponsive to any type of questions I'm asking her. This goes on for about 30 seconds as I'm entering the call into the CAD system for the police dispatcher to send officers. I type the call as a "possible deceased person" because of what she's yelling at me. I'm still on the phone with her as PD and Fire units are being dispatched to assist. She just keeps yelling that her mama is dead over and over, obviously something is very wrong there. She won't take a breath and answer any questions I'm asking her, she's very upset. She also had a slight accent, I couldn't place it at the time, but it's clear what she's saying...so I thought....

The police dispatcher sends 2 units and a supervisor because of the possible deceased subject. I send an engine company from the nearest fire station for medical aid. Our PD guys get there first.

"223 to HQ."

"Go ahead 223."

"HQ, I'm 97 (on scene). I'm going to be out with a female subject in the back yard with what looks like a deceased LLAMA.....Cancel the fire department and contact animal control please."

"Copy 223. Confirm you're advising you're out with a deceased LLAMA?" (Police dispatcher has now turned her head toward me staring with murderous intent)

"10-4 HQ, a large deceased LLAMA. It may have died of a heat stroke or something, but there's no deceased human here." (223 is trying not to snicker on the radio....poorly)

Hilarity ensues in the dispatch center and I was known as the "Llama Whisperer" for about the next year or so....To my credit, upon playback on our very clear playback system, it sounds like the woman is screaming "MAMA" over and over. Even our dispatch manager said she'd have done the same thing I did on that call...but to the officers that was irrelevant. Every trip into the squad room for the next few months was accompanied by "HQ, MY LLAMA'S FALLEN AND IT CAN'T GET UP!" and other more vulgar references and anecdotes....lol
 

twiggymarie

Daughter of One
Mar 17, 2011
332
1,911
Texas, United States
An amusing emergency services story...at least everyone else that I worked with thought so....

I started out at the police department as a 911 police/fire dispatcher in 1998. About three years in, I'm working afternoon shift, 2pm-12am, around 7pm, we're very busy at that time most nights. I get a 911 call, click on it, a woman is screaming at the top of her lungs, "MY MAMA IS DEAD! MY MAMA IS DEAD!" over and over, unresponsive to any type of questions I'm asking her. This goes on for about 30 seconds as I'm entering the call into the CAD system for the police dispatcher to send officers. I type the call as a "possible deceased person" because of what she's yelling at me. I'm still on the phone with her as PD and Fire units are being dispatched to assist. She just keeps yelling that her mama is dead over and over, obviously something is very wrong there. She won't take a breath and answer any questions I'm asking her, she's very upset. She also had a slight accent, I couldn't place it at the time, but it's clear what she's saying...so I thought....

The police dispatcher sends 2 units and a supervisor because of the possible deceased subject. I send an engine company from the nearest fire station for medical aid. Our PD guys get there first.

"223 to HQ."

"Go ahead 223."

"HQ, I'm 97 (on scene). I'm going to be out with a female subject in the back yard with what looks like a deceased LLAMA.....Cancel the fire department and contact animal control please."

"Copy 223. Confirm you're advising you're out with a deceased LLAMA?" (Police dispatcher has now turned her head toward me staring with murderous intent)

"10-4 HQ, a large deceased LLAMA. It may have died of a heat stroke or something, but there's no deceased human here." (223 is trying not to snicker on the radio....poorly)

Hilarity ensues in the dispatch center and I was known as the "Llama Whisperer" for about the next year or so....To my credit, upon playback on our very clear playback system, it sounds like the woman is screaming "MAMA" over and over. Even our dispatch manager said she'd have done the same thing I did on that call...but to the officers that was irrelevant. Every trip into the squad room for the next few months was accompanied by "HQ, MY LLAMA'S FALLEN AND IT CAN'T GET UP!" and other more vulgar references and anecdotes....lol

Oh, Llama Mia! :rofl: ...sorry!
 

DiO'Bolic

Not completely obtuse
Nov 14, 2013
22,864
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Poconos, PA
In the summer of 1974, while working on site at a beer festival, one of Charlie Manson’s girls had the hots for me. She scared the hell out of me. Moral to the story... never allow a crazy gal with bangs, who comes in with a motorcycle gang, the use of your trailer shower.
 

17021jude

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Nov 12, 2009
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Kansas
Back in the day when my kids were little their grandparents had a little black dog who went ballistic every time the phone rang, you literally had to hold your feet up off the floor because if the phone rang and your feet were on the floor the dog would attack your feet. This dog had other little habits also, like growling and biting at anyone who came close to my kids grandpa, or came in the door.. anyway, their grandpa had named the dog "Baby", because it was a small dog. Baby passed on of old age, and my kids grandparents had buried her in their back yard with a rock as the headstone marked in white paint with the dogs name. I had to run to the grocery store one day after picking the kids up from their grandma's house, we were in the frozen foods section and the store was really busy that day...lots of older ladies doing their "trading", when my youngest son said to me " Why does grandma have a baby buried in her back yard?" Baby had died a few years earlier, as a matter of fact I was glad to be shut of that darn dog and it's biting habits, and I had flat out forgot all about her. While all these older ladies turned around to tune into what my son said, my mind was frantically wondering just what the heck he was talking about....and then it hit me! I said as loud as I could "Baby was their dog who died of old age, their is no baby buried in their yard (LOL)(LOL) (Phewwww)!!"
 

doowopgirl

very avid fan
Aug 7, 2009
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dublin ireland
Hola!

I like reading about what SKMB members have experienced. What they have lived through. The Good, the bad , and the ugly. And how they came out of it a better person. Or, not so much.

Tell us your experience, Please.

I'll start.

A few months ago, I was in my den. Watching something on my new goodie roonie Roku TV. (My Momma and baby brother and family got it for me.)

So, here I am, watching a show and I detect...movement. Under the the TV. Son-of a - witch! It's a baby opossum! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there is an a baby possum, in my room, in my house! It cracked me up. I texted my baby brother, there is a baby opossum in my den as we text! Baby brother advised me to call animal control.

Long story, short.(Too, late) I went out and bought a live animal trap.($55.00) I was able to trap not one, but two baby opossums!

Chit like this? It only happens to me. Or my little brother.

Your story, please.

Peace.
Holy crap
 

GNTLGNT

The idiot is IN
Jun 15, 2007
87,651
358,754
62
Cambridge, Ohio
An amusing emergency services story...at least everyone else that I worked with thought so....

I started out at the police department as a 911 police/fire dispatcher in 1998. About three years in, I'm working afternoon shift, 2pm-12am, around 7pm, we're very busy at that time most nights. I get a 911 call, click on it, a woman is screaming at the top of her lungs, "MY MAMA IS DEAD! MY MAMA IS DEAD!" over and over, unresponsive to any type of questions I'm asking her. This goes on for about 30 seconds as I'm entering the call into the CAD system for the police dispatcher to send officers. I type the call as a "possible deceased person" because of what she's yelling at me. I'm still on the phone with her as PD and Fire units are being dispatched to assist. She just keeps yelling that her mama is dead over and over, obviously something is very wrong there. She won't take a breath and answer any questions I'm asking her, she's very upset. She also had a slight accent, I couldn't place it at the time, but it's clear what she's saying...so I thought....

The police dispatcher sends 2 units and a supervisor because of the possible deceased subject. I send an engine company from the nearest fire station for medical aid. Our PD guys get there first.

"223 to HQ."

"Go ahead 223."

"HQ, I'm 97 (on scene). I'm going to be out with a female subject in the back yard with what looks like a deceased LLAMA.....Cancel the fire department and contact animal control please."

"Copy 223. Confirm you're advising you're out with a deceased LLAMA?" (Police dispatcher has now turned her head toward me staring with murderous intent)

"10-4 HQ, a large deceased LLAMA. It may have died of a heat stroke or something, but there's no deceased human here." (223 is trying not to snicker on the radio....poorly)

Hilarity ensues in the dispatch center and I was known as the "Llama Whisperer" for about the next year or so....To my credit, upon playback on our very clear playback system, it sounds like the woman is screaming "MAMA" over and over. Even our dispatch manager said she'd have done the same thing I did on that call...but to the officers that was irrelevant. Every trip into the squad room for the next few months was accompanied by "HQ, MY LLAMA'S FALLEN AND IT CAN'T GET UP!" and other more vulgar references and anecdotes....lol
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....F-bomb within.....
 

Maddie

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
Jul 10, 2006
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that dollhouse at the end of the street


I had an experience that I actually wrote into a story format a couple of months ago, my sister asked me to write it down so she could tell her husband about it and then I blogged it so some may have already read this but here is what happened......

I was sitting at my computer. Pondering, Hmmnn, what should I do ? What shall I search for? I was just sitting there, thinking, and wondering, and suddenly I heard voices nearing. It was two of my three sons, the youngest two, ages 23 , and 19. They were discussing crawling underneath their older brothers girlfriends house, to save her baby puppy that had wandered under, and remained there. I had logged into the Stephen King website to post some Walking dead photos and was intently listening also to the conversation they were having, about flashlights and spiders and snakes.

The oldest of the two, Kelsey, had sat near me writing into a black notebook, writing away. All was quiet for a while. I had seen him write into that book on several occasions lately and wondered what he must be writing. He, I have always thought of as my ‘dark child’, the one who is most like me in his preferences of horror and dark music and dark writings and dark clothing.

I had just watched the movie Riding the Bullet again a few nights before and he is almost exactly like the Stephen King character of Alan, not only his demeanor and manner but his physical appearance as well, right down to the voice, the eyes, and hair! This is not , an exaggeration.

So, it was probably 15 minutes later that the younger one, Drew , returned and had ‘dressed’ for the occasion of crawling underneath a house, to rescue the puppy, and the two of them were off, and out the door assuring they would be very careful.

It suddenly occurred to me again, and I wondered, hmmnn, what was he writing in that book? Then, there was this little voice inside my head, ‘well Mom, this is your chance to find out, Hes not here, Hes gone right now, go see if he left it out and have a peek at it, he wont know, and besides you just want to see if hes writing some awesome cool story, just like a little chip off the old block!’

So I went to his bedroom and I slowwwly opened the door, the light was still on, and there it was right on the table near the window. A cousin of his, my nephew who visits on the weekends, was there, in front of the tv playing a game, but looked right at me as in a kind of ‘can I help you? Kind of expression, and so I said, ‘Oh, there it is …’ and pranced right over there and got it, hoping that he didn’t pay that much attention, to what it was …. and possibly rat me out.

I quickly carried it to my room and opened it right up to the page where the pen was tucked between two pages at a little past 1/2 way through the book. Nothing, and I do mean nothing could have prepared me, for what I saw in that moment. It was a single sentence.

This sentence ….
‘Excuses are the tools of the incompetent that build monuments to nothing and those who specialize in them are seldom good at anything else.’ How depressing I thought, and continued reading and it was all the same thing. That one sentence written, over and over, there were pages and pages and pages of it! All lines were filled front and back! Equally alarming was that the writing was so sloppy and uncoordinated I could hardly read it!


I was in an immediate state of a Mom panic, holysh!t! ohMyGod what is Wrong with my child! Flashes of Jack Torrance were immediately in my mind but I was pushing them away, my hand shaking, as I moved the pages back a ways and saw something else, was also written.

Another sentence : ‘
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. ‘ ‘Oh nooooooooo’ is all I could muster as I flipped pages filled with it backward still and then came to his name….. his full name ‘first middle last’ over and over, side by side across the lines down covering page after page as well, further, flipping further back and to the beginning, and what had actually began with pages filled with the entire alphabet! ‘ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ‘ and ‘abcedefghijklmonpqrstuvwxyz’ in both caps and smalls, over and over, on every single line for pages and pages.

I stood, there like a broken Mom just looking at it. My heart was broken. I cant even describe that feeling, in that moment, other than I was Freaking Out! My son was in desperate need of some attention, of some kind ! I didn’t know what to do but I knew I had to put the book back before he returned home! I quickly copied quickly what he had written into my own book, so I could study it, or something! I didn’t know why, I just did, quickly, and then I returned it back to his room.

It wasn’t even 30 minutes later and I was still quite shaken when they returned and they had saved the puppy and were telling me about it ! Moments later, I told the youngest, Drew, in a whisper and a nod that I needed to tell him something. I watched for his brother to disappear and as I began to tell him, I suddenly heard these voices inside my head saying ‘ No you cant tell him, thats his brother, they have brotherly bond and He will Tell Him what you Did’ and so ‘Never mind’ I told him, ‘It was nothing’ and he said, ‘Oh no Mom whats wrong I can tell somethings wrong, its okay , tell me’ he whispered’.

So I was opening my own notebook to show him what was written that his brother had been writing, and at the same time, telling him… ‘ Im worried about your brother’. ‘Which one?; he asked, ‘Kelsey’ I said, ‘ hes been writing in a black book’…. and as he took it from my hand, he said, ‘I know mom hes practicing writing with his left hand’. and I said ‘Look, at What he has been writing!’ ‘He wrote this ‘over and over’!
He again repeated that he was ‘practicing writing with his left hand. ‘ I still wasn’t buying that! ‘ That is disturbing!’ I told him. He then said, ‘Mom didn’t you notice how SLOPPY it was? its cause he was writing with his left hand! ‘If you looked more closely you would have seen it was first written neatly with his ‘right hand’ the first time on each one’, ‘I know you , you were thinking of the Shining, I have to tell Kelsey this, I have to! ‘

The next thing I knew, my son Kelsey walked into the room laughing, hysterically and said ‘Mom, first of all ‘Stay out of my stuff’ and ‘second of all , that quote is one my teacher taught me that has almost the Entire alphabet in it and the other sentence had the other 5 letters that the first one didn’t!’ He went on to say ‘You are soooo lucky, cause I had ALMOST added that Stephen King line in to it !’

So then, when their other brother called, the one who had the girlfriend with the puppy underneath the house, to inquire as to ‘how it went’, I said to him , ‘Listen to this, first of all, if you found out, that your brother, (the quiet, dark one) was writing the same thing over and over for pages, what would be the First thing you would think, about that?’ and he said …. ‘That hes Practicing his Handwriting’! and I said, ‘What did he TELL you that ?’ and he said ‘No, he doesnt have to, if someone was doing that, it would be the most logical ‘Reason Why’. LMAO , soooo, in the end It appeared that I was the Strange one, but what a happy ending to a sudden Stephen King moment.
I’m not going to speculate as to WHY he wanted to LEARN to WRITE with his LEFT hand, not at all, as far as im concerned it can be none of my business, a challenge to self and nothing more. ‘ damm, that was Close ’ I thought to myself. I took a deep breath in and exhaled the sweet sigh of relief. It was the night Jack Nicholson popped in and said Peeek A Boo !



A few other funny things happened afterward, the next day, I noticed that the black book, was suspiciously left setting on a coffee table in our living room, held open by a pen. I don't think I have to tell you, what was written on the pages that next time.

Kelsey told me that he had read the story I had written about it left up on the computer, and he said 'You know what gets me about you Mom? Is that you find things, but you MISS so much '. and I said.... ' What do you mean?' ' and he said 'Like when you got that book from the table in my room, you didn't even notice there was a knife, a mask and even some tape there as well'. :icon_eek: :laugh:
 
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Maddie

Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.
Jul 10, 2006
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that dollhouse at the end of the street
What kind of a mask was it? :p

It was a Halloween mask, a rubbery black hood skeleton they sought out for facial gear under the house but declined at the risk of scaring the puppy as surely it would have. :eek:

....silence is golden, duct tape is silver.....

I'm pretty sure that must have been multi purpose all around the house SCOTTCH tape, it better have been! :laugh:

Oh and the knife, was just a small pocket knife.
(very easy to miss when you in a hurry) :rugby: