OK...so I realize that it's really only my family members (because they have known me their whole lives) are the ones that will understand the significance of this blog, but of course I think everything I have to say is entertaining so I hope all who stop by will at least find some humor.
That being said, I don't know what it is, but I have been such a clutz my entire life. I am one of those persons that will be walking along minding their own business one minute, and the next I will be on the ground. Case in point - I am walking out of work on Monday night listening to my phone messages. I am walking through the parking lot - even surfaced asphalt - and the next thing I know I am down for the count in the middle of the parking lot looking at a scraped up knee (see photo.) And - let's not forget - the mother of all clumsiness on my behalf - the kick boxing incident of last September where I wound up with a spiral break in my right ankle that has left me permanently with a plate, 7 pins, and a lovely 4 inch scar up my leg (see other photo). My list could go on and on, and I am sure that I wouldn't even begin to remember all of my less graceful moments in life. However, my question is DOES IT EVER END??? I am a (nearly) 34 year old woman that still has what I term "playground episodes at recess." These things happen to the 8 year old girl in pig tails playing at recess w/ all of her friends - NOT ME! Then, as though reality does not want me to forget, I am met yet again with another humbling, tumbling experience.
3 comments:
Ouch. I'm hoping it ends because one of my girls has had two major breaks and she's only 5! Maybe age 34 will be your magic number. And that is quite a kickboxing accident! I'd hate to see the other guy.
i finally saw it back on the blog. i swear, i am going cukoo. Just got rear ended on the free way and guy drove off. Lucky day.
You better watch out, you could die from toe wounds...
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