September 17, 2005

Clutz

They don't call me Grace for nothing. I am covered in bruises.

Oh, for a change I even know where some of them came from, sorta.

A couple of weeks ago I was attempting to cook a meal. I needed to get something from the top shelf of the cabinet so I stood on my kithen chair. Now - these are not traditional kitchen chairs. They are tall (like me) about the height of bar stools. Anyway - when I stepped down I hit the back of the chair with the top of my leg. OW! That's gonna leave a mark! And let me tell you - it did. It surely did.

Then last week I don't remember how, where or when but I have a memory of hitting my hip. Yep. Big huge painful bruise. Right there on my hip. Lovely.

This morning my shin was killing me. I looked down. Wonderful. Huge, black bruise with a nice lump. That's attractive.

I won't even go into the details of the dozens, and I do mean dozens, of smaller bruises I'm finding.

So - no shorts or skirts for me for a while. Hell - maybe I need to just wrap myself in bubble wrap....oh wait - that's a whole 'nother matter! ;-)

But damn.....I don't mind being clumsy, but when it effects my fashion...well - somethings gotta change!!

Posted by Tammi at September 17, 2005 07:28 AM | TrackBack
Comments

Wow.....bubble wrap, as a clothing option...

thanks for the idea.

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at September 17, 2005 07:59 AM

I can soooo relate. I'm bruised up worse than a bananna at a 7-11. Except I DO know where they all came from. I'm 160 lbs., my instructors average 225, I've been tossed around like a rag doll. Weapons retention training (them trying to take my pistol from my holster) and baton training were the leading contributors to my demise.

Posted by: Koolaid at September 17, 2005 10:06 AM

Blame Cody. He plays rough :-)

Posted by: Harvey at September 17, 2005 09:39 PM