Blogging has been sparse for me lately. My craft room is in overhaul, so not much is being done there. We have been readying our lawns for a sprinkler install that Aaron and his dad are doing starting this afternoon. I have been reading and re-reading the last Harry Potter. We have been squeezing in playtime with the cousins before they leave on Friday. I have been simultaneously planning a high school reunion, family reunion and Handmade Parade.
So you, see blogging hasn't been the first thing on my mind lately. When I saw the idea for the ABCs or Encyclopedia of Me posts that people are doing I thought it was kinda cool. Cuz you all are dying to know more about me, right? HA. Whatever, you are stuck now.
Mmmkay. "A", right?
Accident-prone is the first thing that popped into my mind. I am so so so so very accident prone. The house we lived in growing up was a two story and would take those stairs two at a time regularly. When I was in a big hurry I would take them three at a time. Yeah. I am 5'6". Bad idea. THUNK THUNK THUNK @((!^#$ was part of my daily routine. Several times a someone would hear the thunks and the swear word and know that I was coming or going. Sadly, when I go back to my mom's house it is automatic to try to tackle the stairs two or three at a time, to the family gets treated to the thunk-swear even today.
The first time Aaron heard it for himself (we had all told him stories of it) the look on his face was clear: I married her?
Ahhh. Good times, good times. Thankfully my accident-proneyness never yielded more than some stitches (though the stitches story is more stupidity than accident) and a broken toe. Oh, one year we were sledding on Christmas day and I was sledding down a hill and hit a brick on my butt. I'm not sure what was worse the pain or the embarrassment. I was in 7th grade and we were sledding with the jerky neighbor boy, so the embarrassment was pretty significant.
My mom thought that maybe I should have had stitches for that one, but since the cut was literally where the sun don't shine, there was no way my little 7th grade self was going to go to the ER and have someone stitch me up, there. Oy, I am blushing thinking about what might have been...
(That pic is from Hawaii 2 years ago, I am not uber-pregnant now. Aaron was soooo irritated because he knew that the bird owners would want money for holding the balloons and dorky me thought, noooo they would say up front if they wanted money! HA. they wanted 10 bucks for that pic!)