Apparently, You CAN Take The Girl Out The Ghetto...
Know what that is? That is my bedroom door. Sans doorknob. You'll never guess how it happened.
I have one of those dumb locks that, even engaged, the knob turns on the inside of the room and you can trip it without noticing.
Alas, this was not how the lock came to be engaged this time.
See, hubby and I don't get a lot of private time. That particular morning, we both woke up waaaaay before the kids and well, desperate parents do, what desperate parents must. In this case, that included locking our bedroom door so the young boy wouldn't come flying in as he's wont to do at seven am to announce that yes, the sun is UP!
All was right in the world for at least an hour. Hubby went to work, the girls woke up and didn't scream at anyone and the boy never even knocked on the door. I should have known something would happen and there's no one to blame but myself. I went upstairs to close the air conditioning vents in the room we weren't using and pulled the door closed behind me, forgetting to check if anyone had bothered to undo the lock...
The last time this happened, one of the girls was asleep inside the room. We found the keys and miraculously got back in without ever waking her up.
Guess where we put the keys?
Yup yup, inside the room. Sometimes it hurts to be so smart.
But I wasn't terribly worried. My young childhood in Fresno left me and my sisters with several slightly subversive skills. Lock picking isn't the worst thing I've ever set out to do. But before one can properly pick her own lock, she'll need some tools. Two thin pieces of metal to lift the tumblers. Possible other sets of keys. Other pieces of metal. Dictionary of excellent swear words. Scissors, just in case. An old credit card. A hammer and a screwdriver to chip at the lintel. Bigger dictionary of swear words.
It should have been a piece of cake.
It wasn't. The dumb lock refused to give. Four hours later, I was starting to think I'd lost my skills. But all was not lost. I had my older sister visiting and she gave the lock a go, too. It was a good option. My sister does have the dubious honor of having taught a police officer how to break into a neighbor's apartment. It could have worked.
That's the sister's solution.
Hammer. Meet Doorknob.
Doorknob...meet floor.
We've done failed our ghetto legacy, but hey, the door's open, right?
Have you done anything stupid this week? Can you top having to beat the crap out of a doorknob? If you can and you're a registered poster, I'll send you a copy of any book on my backlist--your choice!--just so I can feel a little smarter! And I'll even make it print--I have to go to the store to buy a new doorknob anyway. :)




















My sympathies, Dee!
I'm so sorry! But that doorknob had it coming, and it knew it!
I'm not sure I've had a run-in like that this week, but I've definitely had my share of brilliant moments. Like forgetting a birthday party we'd agreed to attend and completely blowing it off. And locking ourselves out of the house because we each assumed the other was carrying keys and then realizing that in reality neither of us did as our youngest firmly slammed the solid wood door shut behind us. And then there was the time that the camera slid out of my purse in the garage without my realizing it. I then ran it over with the car as I backed out. Somehow it was still in one piece when I found it later, but it wasn't exactly working anymore.
Mostly though, I think I sometimes do really dumb things like say yes when maybe I ought to be saying no. Like, "Sure, I'd be happy to bring a dessert Friday" and "OK, sign me up for that time slot" and "No problem, I can plan next year's school assemblies"... Maybe I should just keep my mouth closed instead ;)
Dee--People with skills
Dee--People with skills impress me, and even though you encountered one tough mother lock, your skills impress me. Also, love your sister's solution! And I love that she gave a cop break-in lessons. Too cool. I feel a heroine coming on.
Stupid thing this week? Telling my husband I'd be ready to leave the house at 6:15 in the morning. Every morning. We left the house at 6:18 yesterday and he was miffed. That's what I get for screwing around and feeding the animals, lol.
LOL!
I can also jump twenty foot fences and though rusty these days, I'm not a terrible pickpocket.
We have a colorful history, my family.
Too funny about the 615 thing. We had a similar problem with the boy's bus this morning. First the pick up is 745. Then they tell me 722am. Then the guy arrives at 742 for the first day of school, so I'm thinking, I must have misheard. He arrived at 735 this morning and the boy wasn't totally ready, but the driver gave my hubby a lecture anyway.
I'm just glad I wake up at 7 automatically.
LOL Fedora
I have that trouble with my mouth on occasion (all the time) too.
If it makes you feel better, I knew a lady that killed four cell phones in two years...all because of coffee. She was constantly dropping her phone INTO the hot coffee mugs. Nice lady. I recommended giving up coffee, lol.
Too Funny
Hugs, Dee! Have I done anything stupid this week?? No, but the week isn't over yet! ;)
Your story does remind me of when my daughter was an infant and my husband was doing the Mr. Mom thing, staying home with her. I couldn't find my car keys that morning, so John gave me his valet key, hence I did not have my housekey with me. When I pulled into the driveway that night, he was standing in the front door, checking the mail. When he saw me, he stepped onto the porch, pulling the door closed behind him. In his stocking feet, in February, with at least two feet of snow on the ground. We both stared at each other in shock as we realized what he'd done; locked us out and the baby in.
I've never seen anyone move so fast! He sprinted to the back of the house, through the snow, in his stocking feet, and onto the back deck. Through the sliders, we could see the baby where he'd left her, on her blanket, on the sofa. She was on her belly and she was screaming. She was too tiny to even roll over, but I was afraid she'd somehow propel herself onto the floor. John was getting ready to smash the glass to get to her, but a neighbor came over and she used her credit card to open the front door! She just slid it into the door jamb, wiggled it around and presto! So it was a happy ending, but I always wondered about that neighbor, LOL!
Your neighbor...
probably came from Fresno too, lol!
I think I washed a cell
I think I washed a cell phone once! I sent my sister home with my kids once while my husband and I went to the movies, and I didn't give her a key OR the garage door opener.
Read in bed!
www.meganhart.com
See,
that's why I miss the days when cell phones were the size of housebricks. Couldn't MISS those suckers.
So how'd she get in?
I went to make coffee this
I went to make coffee this week but forgot to put new coffee grounds in. I really needed coffee that morning. At least I didn't have cream in the cup when I poured the coffee in mug and noticed it was super weak like last week. This is not a weekly occurance, honest:-)
And I'm sure a new doorknob is worth some Mommy and Daddy private time
Hon...
I'd chop up the door with Sam's axe--either one--for mommy and daddy time and never think twice.
Well, until the next time I needed mommy daddy time and there was no door. But that's next time, lol.
Well...
When I was a teenager, my parents left me alone for the weekend. I went outside, in my nightie, to get the newspaper. I had locked myself out.
But, being the smart girl I was, I knew that the kitchen window was unlatched so I proceeded to crawl in through the kitchen window.
No big deal, right?
Well, the neighbour boy saw me, didn't recognize me, and called the cops. There was one who lived the next street over and, just as I was about to get back into the house, he clamped a hand around my ankle.
I should explain that this was southern CA and we had a decorative wrought iron "grille" over the window so it wasn't as easy to get in as it sounds.
So there I was in my nightgown (some frilly little thing) trying to explain to the cop who I was. I didn't have a drivers license to verify I lived there and my parents were gone.
I invited him into the house, while I got the robe I should have had on anyway, and he saw all the family photos so I was good.
That would have been difficult to explain to my parents!!
ani
Am I the only one...
thinking there's a book in that story? :)
No doubt, Dee!
There's a Blaze inciting incident if I've ever heard one! ;)
This week???
Hmmmm. Oh, yes. I got my axes confused. I don't like chopping wood, but we have our little outdoor fireplace, and wood, and Mike was at least showing me how to swing the axe and split the wood, and I was practicing just for the heck of it, but I have bad aim. Not enough affirmation in splitting wood for me, since I miss too much of the time. Luckily, he enjoys it.
However, I do work in the garden, and I use a yard axe. I was using this this week, and realized, mid-swing, that I had hauled the thing far too far over my head, my body remembering the wood chopping (the non blade side of the wood axe is just a blunt end) but the yard axe is two-sided -- one blade goes vertical, like a normal axe, one goes horizontal, for helping lift and chop out roots, etc.
Luckily I realized in time to stop mid-swing that I shouldn't haul it back as far (the yard axe is also heavier), and I probably wouldn't have done more than give myself a nasty bruise, since the blades are not terrifically sharp, but that was probably the stupidest thing... there may have been some other minorly stupid things, but I tend to forget those. :)
BTW, we have lousy locks on our upstairs, and so Mike once got in the bathroom and couldn't get out, the doorknob was f**ked, and so we had to take hinges off from the outside to get him out. In our bedroom, we keep a screwdriver in the dresser, just in case. ;)
Sam
I'm trying to imagine...
being locked in the bathroom.
I have to wonder, how long would it take me to tell anyone...
I have , more than once,
I have , more than once, locked my keys in the car. Then I have to call my husband to come unlock the car for me.
I now carry a spare set of keys in my purse. I have never locked my purse in the car, so it's working out fine.
I used to
lock myself out of the house a lot. It's okay, hubby always came home. But once I was laying on the steps waiting, reading a book and he thought I'd collapsed.
Now when I lock myself out, I'm ordered to sit up like an unhappy person.
Well
Does leaving the car running and locking yourself out count? [Sadly - more maybe a good thing - this wasn't me, but my sister, and a few years ago. She doesn't even have a car now b/c they aren't practical in big cities, and that might be for the best.]
This week... I don't know if it tops yours, but it might match. I had some time between work and classes, and had to go to the local library, so I figured I'd walk. Saving the environment, getting some exercise, all good things. I was even dressed casually because my new job doesn't require the usual jobs of filing docs at the courthouse and wearing a suit, etc. About a mile later... I realized I'd walked down the wrong street. It's parallel, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?
No. I realized I'd gone too far, and went to the place with all the fences. I walked from one side, to another, to the side of the building... all of them were fenced. I gave jumping the fence serious consideration - but it was on a very busy road, and this strange man seemed to be tracking me from the other side of the fence. I also didn't want to get caught/ticketed/ have to explain to the ABA how/why I had to make another addendum to my character fitness application.
Luckily it just took back tracking across the parking lot, and a few more blocks. Once I got to the library, there were no more mishaps. At that point, however, I was hot, annoyed, and short on time so I didn't stop by and visit in the court house on my way back to school. :P
And, to add to messing up on walking - it's really not that hard, pretty much a straight shot after a few quick turns, and I've walked it a number of times before. I have no idea what happened this week. Haha. I was glad, however, I didn't suggest walking with a friend so nobody witnessed my gaffe.
Okay, getting lost
where you always walk is definitely right up there. But you lose points for not having witnesses, lol.
Or maybe I just don't remember the dumb stuff I do by myself because I can get away with forgetting.
LOL
Yeah - in my defense I haven't walked that way in at least 5-6 months. But I do know the area. And... yeah. Not having witnesses isn't quite as good as your story. But maybe that's a good thing? ;)
Hmmm...
I've spent this week with my sister who had emergency heart surgery, so I've tried very, very hard not to do anything stupid this week. In fact, on my best day I can't top beating the crap out of a doorknob, but I can sympathize with the quality time thing. My kidlet gets 30 mins of TV on weekday mornings only. Hubby and I have been known to use that time when our precious child's developing, inquisitive brain is zoned out on Monster Trucks to, ahem, get reacquainted, as in, "Yes, I remember you...oh, yes, I really remember you. You're the one I'm allowed to have sex with! Come here!"
I do regularly back over the trash cans. That's pretty stupid.
It's only dumb of the trash cans...
that's what they get for being in the way, lol.
Sending healing thoughts to your sister and some restful ones to you. Maybe we could all use some more saturday mornings, lol. :)
Hugs,
Dee
you are so patient
I would have gone for the hammer sooner. (Please do NOT tell my landlord.)
Margot
"The limit at any given time is really only a taboo which can be shifted so that we slowly move toward what is absolutely impossible, something nobody can reach but which is the magic point that keeps adventure and uncertainty alive." Reinhold Messner
Bet you thought I forgot...
But there's still a winner!
Goddessani! Email me at laideebug@gmail.com and you can pick ebook or print, any of my backlist!
Hugs!
Dee
WOW!!
It's my lucky week!!
Email on its way!!
Hooray, Ani!!
Go buy a lottery ticket, stat!!