Comfortable jeans
I was digging through the alternate filing cabinet (my dresser drawer) yesterday when I came across something: My old Levi 501 jeans. These are the last pair of 501s that I have. They've been put in a drawer because they're a little frayed at the bottom from the time that I caught fire. They were only damaged a little so I cut the burned part off of them and kept them for bumming around in.
And they're perfect for work.
I haven't worn these jeans in a while but they still fit me just as well as they did the last time I wore them. They're very comfortable and I always liked the button fly vs. the jeans with zippers. 501s from back in the day were indestructible. Oh, you could tear them up, but you really had to work at it. The new ones, not so much. I've gone through four pairs of them in the last two years, but my 501s that I've had for better part of a decade are still in great shape, sans the scorched material missing on the right leg.
Comfortable jeans just make you feel better. Why is that?
OK, OK, I know. You can relate but you'd much rather hear the story of how I got on fire.
First off, before I came to know Jesus, there were only two things I was ever afraid of: Snakes and being on fire. I got over being afraid of snakes when my youngest fell into the Ogden river and the wife went after him. I went after then and about that time this slimy snake slithered right in front of me, between them and me. I went after the family and ignored the snake. I guess I was only afraid of losing the family that afternoon. We all got back to the bank safely and credit to the wife, she got to the kid before I did so that credit goes to her. The glory that they're still alive belongs to God.
OK, I know, I did it again, but I had to tell you that story before I got to this one.
We were hunting and we'd just come back to camp for the evening. I had a pair of combat boots on that had nylon uppers. These were great boots, very comfortable. I was sitting in my lawn chair sipping a beer, near, but not too close to the campfire.
This is where this turns into an "it could only happen to Coop" story. One of the logs we were burning popped and unbeknownst to moi, when it did, an ember landed on my boot. I didn't think anything of it until I felt this sharp shooting pain on my ankle. I looked down and my pants leg was on fire! Flames and everything! I got up from the chair, ran three steps, then the training kicked in and I stopped, dropped, and rolled.
This didn't work and the flames were getting larger! I'm pretty sure I screamed like a girl, because the next thing I know, everyone is there. By this time I'm beating the back of my leg against the ground trying to put the flames out. My buddy Bruce, who incidentally had his own little experience with being on fire, was the quick thinker and grabbed a jug of water and put the fire out.
I still have the scar on my foot form where the boots melted against my skin. It was just a little burn, nothing serious, but it did hurt some. The boots themselves didn't last too much longer after the trip, but I couldn't see throwing away a comfortable pair of jeans just because they had a little blemish at the bottom of the back of one leg. Who looks at that, right?
Anyway, I'm only afraid of pretty much one thing these days: God. It's good to fear God. Snakes and being on fire just don't seem to generate the level of anxiety they once did.
Y'know, you just never know on any given day what one story will lead to on this thing. Today we went from comfortable jeans to snakes, to a kid falling into a river, to a man being on fire in probably one of the stupidest ways that could ever happen.
Being me ain't easy, but one thing's for sure.... it's never been dull.
And they're perfect for work.
I haven't worn these jeans in a while but they still fit me just as well as they did the last time I wore them. They're very comfortable and I always liked the button fly vs. the jeans with zippers. 501s from back in the day were indestructible. Oh, you could tear them up, but you really had to work at it. The new ones, not so much. I've gone through four pairs of them in the last two years, but my 501s that I've had for better part of a decade are still in great shape, sans the scorched material missing on the right leg.
Comfortable jeans just make you feel better. Why is that?
OK, OK, I know. You can relate but you'd much rather hear the story of how I got on fire.
First off, before I came to know Jesus, there were only two things I was ever afraid of: Snakes and being on fire. I got over being afraid of snakes when my youngest fell into the Ogden river and the wife went after him. I went after then and about that time this slimy snake slithered right in front of me, between them and me. I went after the family and ignored the snake. I guess I was only afraid of losing the family that afternoon. We all got back to the bank safely and credit to the wife, she got to the kid before I did so that credit goes to her. The glory that they're still alive belongs to God.
OK, I know, I did it again, but I had to tell you that story before I got to this one.
We were hunting and we'd just come back to camp for the evening. I had a pair of combat boots on that had nylon uppers. These were great boots, very comfortable. I was sitting in my lawn chair sipping a beer, near, but not too close to the campfire.
This is where this turns into an "it could only happen to Coop" story. One of the logs we were burning popped and unbeknownst to moi, when it did, an ember landed on my boot. I didn't think anything of it until I felt this sharp shooting pain on my ankle. I looked down and my pants leg was on fire! Flames and everything! I got up from the chair, ran three steps, then the training kicked in and I stopped, dropped, and rolled.
This didn't work and the flames were getting larger! I'm pretty sure I screamed like a girl, because the next thing I know, everyone is there. By this time I'm beating the back of my leg against the ground trying to put the flames out. My buddy Bruce, who incidentally had his own little experience with being on fire, was the quick thinker and grabbed a jug of water and put the fire out.
I still have the scar on my foot form where the boots melted against my skin. It was just a little burn, nothing serious, but it did hurt some. The boots themselves didn't last too much longer after the trip, but I couldn't see throwing away a comfortable pair of jeans just because they had a little blemish at the bottom of the back of one leg. Who looks at that, right?
Anyway, I'm only afraid of pretty much one thing these days: God. It's good to fear God. Snakes and being on fire just don't seem to generate the level of anxiety they once did.
Y'know, you just never know on any given day what one story will lead to on this thing. Today we went from comfortable jeans to snakes, to a kid falling into a river, to a man being on fire in probably one of the stupidest ways that could ever happen.
Being me ain't easy, but one thing's for sure.... it's never been dull.
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