And the answer for the rubber arms question is……
ALL KINDS OF COOL SHIT!
I think that one of my favorite parts of blogging, is where the inspiration comes from!!!
Early this morning I tried to roll over in bed, only to discover that sometime during the night my right arm had lost all of its blood and become deader than dead.
Dead rubber arms are such a gross feeling!
I couldn’t feel it so I couldn’t figure out where it was and when I found it pinned under my body, I couldn’t move it which meant I needed to move the rest of me which is always a little scary when you’re in a daze. That fear of really hurting myself without realizing it is always there lurking a bit.
There is that….and then there is the REAL fear of punching myself in the face with a deadweight limp hand. I’ve done that before.
IT SUCKS! I actually split my lip once. I’d tried to set my arm up to get the blood running around in there again and it tipped over and busted me in the lip & nose.
Back to Blog Ideas.
So my original idea was to post about that, because its funny and scary all at once.
But that all changed when I was looking for images of rubber arms (found some good ones) and I came across this site:
I didn’t even know they had this shit! I should have known. Because rubber arms are cool!
I’m not affiliated with these guys, but I can tell you that I will definitely be purchasing my grave arm from them!
What is a ‘grave arm’ you ask?
Well I’m so glad you did or maybe you didn’t, but I’m going to tell you anyway.
A ‘grave arm’ is my way of still having some demented fun long after I’m gone!
Each October 1st some lucky basta……..um….family member will be tasked with placing one or two (their choice) gory, rubber arms on my grave so that it looks like I’m tryin’ to bust outta there!
I’ll probably have to buy a life time supply (pun completely intended), as I figure it’s really going to offend some people and they’ll take them, but here’s the thing….
We all die and I for one don’t want my family or my friends moping around when I go!
No sad, blah, depressing, boring funerals allowed! HAVE A PARTY! Don’t mourn my passing please. Celebrate my life!
Every time I attend a funeral, all of the little kids tend to wander off and explore. It’s a bit wide open space. They run and play! So many of the adults get uptight.
I cannot tell you how many times I hear little kids told to “be reverent” at a cemetery.
But I think, if I were dead and if there were a part of my spirit lingering around…I would MUCH rather have little kids running all around. I would MUCH rather hear laughter and play.
If you’re telling kids to be reverent when you visit a cemetery, do it because you’re concerned about disruption of the services – makes sense – or after services, that there might be some accidental vandalism that would upset the families of the deceased….but don’t worry about disturbing the deceased….unless you’re worried about that one crotchety old dude that died is going to be like “HEY YOU KIDS!!! GET OFF MY LAWN!!! come back and haunt your ass.
Then you should worry.
P.S. if you visit my grave and I hear you telling a child to be reverent….I will haunt your ass.
….and that is how it rolls in my head. Certifiable? Possibly!
Have a great…FUN! and Irreverent day.