My dad and I had colonoscopys. And they put us in prep and recovery rooms right next to each other.
I played with six of our Guide dog breeder’s puppies. All very cute and perky, and they never nipped me, even once. All five weeks old. The other two puppies were keeping another puppy who was getting an operation company.
I gave blood yesterday for the first time ever.
I recorded a poetry podcast last night.
And I sold my 11th copy of my poetry book, which is big news because I didn’t expect to sell that many!
I also exploded a toner cartridge onto myself.
12! I just checked.
A lady called and had me cancel an appointment she had yesterday, then rescheduled it for today. She then called back and said she couldn’t make it, and wanted to know if I had anything opened for Friday. I rescheduled her for Friday. She then called back and cancelled again. She hasn’t rescheduled since.
She told me who would be coming in for the appointment, and I wrote down the name Belle XXXXX. When I told her I’d look forward to seeing “her”, she coldly told me that it was “he”, her husband, then hung up. Startled, I asked a co-worker if they knew a Belle XXXXX. She then laughingly told me it wasn’t Belle, it was Bill.
So, I cancelled and rescheduled one person’s appointment three times in one day, and on top of that, called her husband Belle. It was at this point that I told my co-worker I understood why we used pencils for everything except signatures.
Hmmm… what else…
I hung a 2006 calendar for the first time this year. I borrowed a foot bath from my BIL. I dinged level 60 in Everquest II. I danced naked in the living room to Adam Ant’s “Kings of the Wild Frontier”. I played fetch with my cat. I applied a temporary tattoo of a frog onto the back of my hand, which came from my Botan Rice Candy box.
I cheated on that wooden peg game at crackerbarrelonline to get “You’re a Genius!”
And it felt good!
I forgot an obvious one. I brought a sheep to work. A stuffed Serta sheep, but still, that seems a bit unusual, right?
No, I repaired it, not replaced (and I bet you mean the blades). As in had to replace the washer so the damn thing would work again.
I worked on determining the best way to remove Creeping Bellflower from the woods…
I slept 19 out of 24 hours in one day…
I jumped in the wading pool with my dogs.
YEAH! Thank you!
Only thing I don’t like about going to Mexico is that I can’t give blood for a year after I get back.
Give blood GOOD. Fire bad, FIRE BAD!
Aww, hell…I’ve done that a good four or five times already this week.
Errrr, unless that’s not a euphemism.
I made a batch of jerky jerky – Jamican jerk flavoured beef jerky.
I removed a nail buried four or five inches deep into the fleshy part of a man’s ass after he was accidently shot with a nail gun at close range by his toddler.
Oh, fun! I love going to the drags. My dad had a dragster. Goes to Bonneville and El Mirage and places like that.
Oh, and my trivial thing I did this week:
Washed and dried the lids to 8 garbage cans that hold various grains at the horse barn where I work, then I re-labled them with titles like: Apex Grain Ration, Opie’s Rolled Corn, Balou’s Dry Cob, etc.
Sorry to say this, but I have to, since this thread is about things no other dopers have done: I also scanned photos from your grandparents’ honeymoon. 
Made an appointment to get my eyes examined.
Printed out Google maps of Hatboro, then used the satellite-photo feature to verify the availability of sidewalks, because I’ll be walking instead of driving.
Read the short story “They’re Made Out of Meat” (Terry Bisson) online, and watched the short film on YouTube. Good fun.
Started reading On the Beach.
I am now going to go eat some Ben & Jerry’s Black and Tan.
[ot]I love that stuff.[/ot]
I taught a 17 year-old to land an airplane (Cessna 172 if anyone’s interested).
There are a couple of other Dopers who may have done these things, but I have to post anyway, because I’m pretty sure no one else has. They’re not trivial, either.
I stayed up all night at the scene of a crash between a propane truck and a septic waste truck. I treated the driver of the propane truck for minor injuries, I put down absorbent pads on spilled oil, I racked hose, and I watched 2,000 gallons of propane be “burned off.”
It was a loooong freaking night.