Old Battle Wound Stories…..

I had a nice, relaxing weekend (I think I already mentioned that in the last post?).   I went to dinner with my neighbors on Saturday night and then I sat on the sofa for the next 5 hours and watched Little Miss Sunshine and Walk the Line.  Both good movies!

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Since I don’t have any great pictures or stories to share about my weekend, I thought I’d give ya some random battle wound stories about me.  This is a true testament of how accident prone I am…..

**When I was three years old, I put my tooth through my lip while jumping on the bed at the cabin.  I have an ugly scar on my lower lip now.

**Walked over hot bbq coals when I was 4 and burned the crap out of the bottoms of my feet

**Broke my arm at school while sledding in 3rd grade

**Tore my hamstring doing gymnastics moves without stretching when I was in 6th grade

**Got a major hemotoma the size of a baseball during a soccer game in 7th grade (some biotch kicked me right in the shin with the bottom of her cleats).  The bruise/lump lasted 6 months.

**Slammed my finger inside my mom’s sewing machine in 7th grade.  Had to have a hole drilled into my nail to release the pressure

And I have REALLY BAD LUCK in recent years when it comes to stairs!!!

**Missed the bottom stair while going down into my basement in the dark and sprained my ankle Sept 2002

**Tripped over uneven pavement in the dark in Tucson and sprained my left wrist (nearly broke it) April 2003.  Sucked that it was my first night of vacation!!

**Turned around too fast in my garage while wearing high heels and started falling to the cement….instead of putting my wrist out to stop myself like I did in the incident above, I did a stunt roll and ended up busting my left elbow  Dec 2003

**Fell down the stairs at a Halloween party and majorly bruised my foot. Oct 2004.  This is the only one I have pictures of!

And these are just the ones that were preventable!!!! I’m not even going to get into all my other injuries that were sustained after I was hit by the drunk driver in 1994.  I’ll save that list for another day.