File under "seemed like a good idea at the time"
 

Roasted garlic Jelly Bellies. I love garlic, I love Jelly Bellies, what's not to love? Grab a bunch of them and throw them in a bag! Only turns out they kind of suck, and ratbastid picks them out of the mix and throws them back.

See also: black sesame Pocky

What's your example?

Pumping myself with caffeine to try and stay up to finish a paper...only the caffeine makes it nearly impossible to concentrate so instead I'm left staying up all night and accomplishing very little.

No clue on garlic Jelly Belly's, but I LOVE black sesame Pocky!

My example? Airline food. I love flying, and I love eating....I can't stand the stuff. It's like someone freeze dried a tv dinner made of cardboard. Even in first class the food sucks.

Orange Juice on Cheerios instead of milk.

I poured in on by mistake one groggy morning, and thought: "What the heck, how bad could it be?".

Hoo boy. Nasty combination.

I made a similar mistake with perogies once. I had them all fried up and ready to go, when I realized I was out of Sour cream for topping. I had some cream cheese though. "Sour Cream and Cream Cheese are both dairy products. How bad could it be?"

So very, very wrong.

Taking 4 shots of vodka before two tests. Apparently it didn't lighten my mood up and clear up my mind like I planned.

I dunno...my first marriage?
Well, it seemed like a good idea.

At the time. ;)

ooooo...lets see.

There was the time i ate an 18" pizza all to myself...that gave me chest pains.

There was the time i drank 2 ltrs of coke before i went to bed so i could stay up watching LOTR, which is only slightly behind the time i did coke before going to bed after staying up to watch the other LOTR.

Then there was the time i thought it would be a great idea to carry my friend around the block on my shoulders (i had bruises and broken capilleries for a month), or the time i put a cigarette out on one part of me, thinking it wouldn't hurt that much. In all fairness, it didn't, it did however sting like a bitch for weeks.

Fond memories :)

I once had to take a repulsive cough syrup for a fairly extended period of time. This was at approximately age 15, so I was still young enough to be upset by the foul taste of medicine. So anyway, my favorite beverage at the time was Country Time Lemonade. Doesn't actually have lemons in it: it's pretty much just sugar and citric acid, dissolved in water.

Suddenly, I was struck with the greatest idea! I could turn the disgusting cough syrup into a tolerable mixture by combining it with a full glass of lemonade! Needless to say, the mix was considerably worse than just gulping down the pure syrup. Worse, I had to drink an entire glass of the stuff rather than a mere two teaspoons. I'll never make that mistake again. Probably.

Drinking a triple venti caramel macchiato, and a doppio espresso macchiato, right before eating several handfulls of chocolate covered espresso beans so I would "have energy" for my final band concert at U of M.... Seemed smart at the time, until I stumbled backward when the brass section stood for the final refrain of "Stars and Stripes." No caffeine before concerts, EVER AGAIN.

Cutting my own bangs.

"But they needed a trim! I didn't realize how short they were getting while I was trying to get them straight!"

My best example was going down to the lake with a few friends, and decided we were going to swim to the raft that was floating out there. I jumped in with the rest of my crew. Did I mention I can't swim? yeah, I forgot that fact that day as well. Oh, and I was swimming in a T-shirt and jeans. You ever notice how heavy wet jeans are? Long story short, I almost drowned that day, and my friend - who was a girl, and half my size at least, had to save me. She got me to the raft, and I had to have a guy fishing in a boat nearby - with his grandaughter! - take me back to shore. What a great day. But as they say, seemed like a good idea at the time.

Skipping rope down the stairs.

I was in Grade school...I musta been 10 or so. Some of my taller friends were kicking this low hanging tree-branch. Naturally, I had to show 'em what I was capable of. So I steps to the tree, kick as hard and high into the air as possible.....I quickly found myself on the flat of my back, with all the wind knocked out of me.

Not my finest hour.

I once had to take some medicine also, I had to dissolve it in 4 litres of water and drink it over a period of several hours. and also thought I'd mix it with some pineapple juice to make the vile taste go away. I never finished it all, and to this day pineapple juice makes me want to hurl. Seemed like a good idea at the time!

I had trouble swallowing pills, so I crushed an aspirin and attempted to dissolve it in water. My success equaled yours.

I was around 9 or 10 years old, and I decided that learning how to ride a two-wheeler for the first time by going down a 300-yard long 45-degree angled slope, with a gigantic cactus at the bottom would be a great idea. Despite my lack of experience, I aimed myself towards the plant life unerringly.

Oh yes, and I had a friend behind me (banana seat) on the bike to land on me and impale me further. I was so afraid I had popped my eye (thinking then that eyeballs were basically balloon-like organs)....

That makes me want to gag thinking about it. Blech.

Got home from the gym one night and decided to add DEEP HEAT to bubble bath for the ultimate muscle soak.......silly.........very silly.

Couldnt have said it better if I tried.

When I was...8 or 9 I guess, I really wanted a skateboard. We had some wood around, so I thought that if I nailed two round pieces (from a large branch that had been pruned off of a tree) to a board, that I'd have a free skateboard. I worked for about an hour on the darn thing.

My failure was sooooo disappointing.

Jumping when I was halfway down the stairs. Because, you see, I wanted to be a superhero and such. Like Spider-Man. Yes, even into my teens.

Now my knees hurt like hell every morning.

Well, you know, it sounded good at the time.

Jumping off the top of the slide in 5th grade instead of sliding down so I could be first in line when recess ended. That was pretty damn stupid.

Snowboarding. Took me just 20 minutes to break three ribs. A friend of mine recently tried snowboarding as well and he broke his elbow pretty bad. Those snowboards are instant bone fracturing devices.

When I was 18 I put 'Absorbine Junior' on my balls to kill crabs.
Seemed...

I had been playing "Max Payne." In it, when you're running low on health, you pick up painkillers and you hear the crunching sound of Max chewing them. I thought I could be as cool as Max Payne...

There are so many to choose from -

Riding on the back of my brother's bike down a street barefoot and jumping off when we got to the pea gravel. I still have scars on the bottom of my feet.

Running upstairs with a wooden recorder in my mouth, only to trip and fall and nearly sever my uvula.

Going for a run at 4 am in Gainesville, FL after having spent the previous 6 hours drinking Old Crow Whiskey and Dr. Pepper. The first 5 miles were sort of enjoyable, but the last 3 could only be described as a "death march".

Dating Loren.

You dated him too?!?!?

Same kind of thing for me with Ritalin. It gets me wide awake and focused, but instead of a paper, my effort goes into something dumb like Freecell or something completely difference from what I should be doing. Caffeine does nothing for me anymore, and I take Ritalin for the wakefulness more than the concentration.

When I was 7 - turning around to see how far ahead of my friend that I was, while riding my bicycle at top speed. I turned back around to face forward just in time to see a telephone pole in my path. That's all I remember. I'm missing the next 3 or 4 hours of my life there. No memory of it at all. Except that I woke with a huge black eye that lasted for months and a headache that lasted almost as long.

When I was 8 - Climbing a tree, in a dress (Mom wouldn't let me wear pants - too masculine) and getting it caught on my way down. I had slide down to the next branch down and it got caught behind me in such a way that I didn't even have enough slack to turn around and climb back up. I was stuck there for what seemed like an hour to me.

Last year - running down the cement basement stairs with a overfill laundry basket blocking my view. I got a broken foot for my efforts. I was just trying to hurry cause the baby was going through separation anxiety and was crying.

Heh, this reminds me of a story my mom told me of when she was around 8, she decided to see how far she could ride her bike with her eyes closed.

Umm, how far until *what*? :lol: :rolleyes:

I did the exact same thing! I was totally winning when I turned around to gloat. My difference is that I hit a bollard meant to block vehicles from taking the path. I did a complete somersault over the handlebars and landed flat on my back. It's a miracle that I didn't hit my un-helmeted head on the pavement and was able to walk away unscathed.

I'm almost convinced that my entire life is made up of bad ideas, heh. Since it's almost lunch time for me and all I'm thinking about is food, I'm reminded of the day I thought it would be a good idea to eat 6 microwavable chimichangas only to feel their wrath for the next week or so. Also, I once decided it would be a great idea to drink orange juice with some really really greasy chili cheese fries. I think I was in the fetal position for about 8 hours after that genius idea.

My Loren didn't have a penis. Maybe it would have gone better if she did, but that never really got my motor running.

My Loren didn't have a penis. Maybe it would have gone better if she did, but that never really got my motor running.

Hey, my Loren's in California now. Maybe mine's married to yours making each other absolutely miserable. It would be nice to think so.

Getting married way to early and waiting to get divorced way to late.

Smoking....

Trying the intermediate slope at Mt Hood on my first day of skiing

This thread has me cracking up. :lol:

It also makes me fear for having children, and watching them make such originally stupid mistakes (knowing how many stupid things I myself did, as a child). How many ER trips do the average parents have to make??

In any case, I am a lot like Sultana's mom, apparently...
because when I was also about 8, I decided to try and ride my mom's bike (it was far too big for me) down our gravel road and see how far I could ride with my eyes closed AND no hands. Yes, blind no-handed biking! After a few brief seconds of awe and wonder (taking drugs would have gotten me the same result and been safer, at that point), I found myself on the ground with a barbed-wire fence embedded in the inside of my elbow. I screamed and hollered for my dad... nope, too far away. Finally ripped my arm off the fence and rode the bike (hmm, eyes open this time) back home for first-aid.

Other events that come to mind:

Letting my dad put me on the neighbor's horse (who had wandered into our yard), with nothing but a carpet piece under my butt... and the horse promptly taking off at a full gallop (I was about 7-8 years old)... my dad told me to "HANG ON!!!"... and then, "JUMP OFF!!!" I had never ridden a horse before. I jumped off. My mom saw it all happen from the kitchen window. Boy, that was fun.

Creating a little clubhouse with my best girl friend at the time (age 8 again, ha ha) and putting up dirty notes like "Wanted: Arnold Schwarzenegger's Big Dick" (really, don't ask me why... she was a dirty friend who corrupted me, but I had a few of those)... and then my dad finding those. And having to go through that talk with him. When I was 8.

Driving my mo-ped/scooter around our rural property (I got that when I was... yes, 8 years old) with friends on the back... and going over jumps until they flew off and/or we crashed. I know that at least one girl still has a scar on her leg.

You'd think I would have been satisfied just playing with dolls and such... nope. Hated dolls, in fact. Obviously not dangerous enough. :lol:

Heheh... last I heard, he was still in California, dating some girl half his age, but her name isn't Loren. That'd be fun though. The couple that I bought my first car from were both named Kim... made it easy to remember them. =)

How's this for a blast in the face:

I have these two friends, one guy and one girl. They dated. They dated for quite a while, and then they got married. Their names are Jamie and Jamie. Yeah, spelled the same way. Their birthdays are both on the exact same day- March 1st- of the same year. He was born here in Florida, but she was born in New Hampshire and her family moved down here to Florida a few years later. Her middle name is Michelle. His middle name is Michael. I'm not making it up. Just to really add an extra weirdness to it, their last names both start with the same letter- and are fairly similar... sort of along the lines of Johnson and Johnston, that similar (though obviously that's not the name). So when they get mail, they have no idea who it's to, because everything says Jamie Lastname now that they're married. Initials are useless in telling them apart. The last time I spoke with them, Jamie was expecting, and they planned on naming the kid either Michelle Jamie Lastname or Michael Jamie Lastname, depending on whether it's a girl or a boy. I think that's awesome. OH- and Jamie and Jamie's middle names (Michelle and Michael) are both the name of a grandparent, and both from their mother's side... one is jamie's mother's father's name, the other is jamie's mother's mother's name.

Talk about crazy coicidences, huh? I wrote a paper on synchronicity as an english assignment years back, and used them in the paper... the more questions I asked them, the more weirded out I got.

And hmm, threadjacking.. seemed like a good idea at the time... ;)