I did a few calculations this morning, and I found that I just recently experienced the 10,000th day of my life. While this isn’t necessarily the most significant milestone in my life (that would be my Skee-Ball top score that still stands at the Olmsted County Fair, set back in ’94), it still merits a wistful look back. I did a few auxiliary calculations and I am happy to present you with my findings.
10,000 days in my existence means that I have also accumulated the following:
14,000+ bowls of cereal
19 games of pool
85 jumps off a diving board
1 full-sized Krackel bar consumption
1 bout of scabies
164 friends
Being dumped 3 times
1 wife
19,778 swear words
2,706 haircuts
<4 vomits since infancy
2 panda fights
1 entrance into Canada
60+ songs written
56 songs written about Simon, a local goat of some repute
103 chainsaw accidents
All in all, I’d say it’s been a good run. Except for the panda fights, which ended in lengthy hospitalizations, but what are you gonna do?
You know…Panda fighting is illegal. They are a protected endangered species. You could have gone to jail. Which could have also resulted in lengthy hospital stays.
What? No measure on moments of awkwardness?
i call BS on the vomitting.
How many live, orphaned baby meals?
Scott, that’s no BS. In fact, it’s a conservative estimate. I can only remember 2 or 3 vomits in my life.
http://johnlarroquetteproject.com/archives/2004/01/22/the-streak/
peter – are you also paralyzed by fear at the thought of vomit as i am after such a paltry showing?
Indeed I am, Julia. Bridgette finds my fear of vomiting to be humorous, which also doesn’t help.
a little food poisoning will bump that number up a bit.