Best way to start a week is by NOT running to the bus stop in such a manner that you slip on the ice and fall right on your hands and knees, to result in scraped and hacked up & bleeding kneecaps and skinned palms and a re-twisted ankle (yes, that\u2019s right\u2026third time\u2019s the charm)<\/p>\n
Twisted it the 1st time back in \u201891 while I was in tech school. It happened when I walked down a flight of stone steps outside of the campus security building, and I figured the second to last step as the last. Hey, as a child, I was always told to carry my head high.<\/p>\n
The second time was just this last spring, again, walking to the bus stop, only the sidewalk crack was to blame. This time was the kicker though, \u2019cause my reason for skipping into a jog around the corner was because in the dark not-quite light of the a.m. I saw the lights of a bus as it barreled toward the end of the block. Now you\u2019d think I\u2019d have taken a better look, but no\u2026ran anyway.<\/p>\n
When I fell, I had the wind knocked out of me literally. And I didn\u2019t just fall down on the sidewalk, it was that awful old black asphalt pavement that sort of falling apart and all gravely (which added to the fun of cleaning up my hands and knees when I arrived at work).<\/p>\n
That bus, by golly, was not a metro transit one, but a *gulp* school bus. God, I don\u2019t think I ever knew a bigger klutz, let alone a blinder one.<\/p>\n
When I get home tonite I can\u2019t find the darned air cast I used last time, so right now I\u2019m all ace-bandaged up and have my leg propped up on a stool, my ankle resting on top of a package of frozen peas. I don\u2019t have a fancy ice pack to use, but now I\u2019m gonna invest in one. Never know when the klutz in me is gonna come out again (o:<\/p>\n
Remember When? haha\u2026we were big dorks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Best way to start a week is by NOT running to the bus stop in such a manner that you slip on the ice and fall right on your hands and knees, to result in scraped and hacked up & bleeding kneecaps and skinned palms and a re-twisted ankle (yes, that\u2019s right\u2026third time\u2019s the charm) … <\/p>\n
<\/strong> Of course you do. Back in the late 70\u2019s when I was in grade school (and some of you were, too) we HAD to wear the collars on our polo shirts UP, HAD to have the beaded safety pins on our shoelaces, HAD to have that \u2018Simon\u2019 game. Of course we also had to have the big ol \u2018Unbreakable\u2019 comb w\/the large handle in our back jeans pocket to feather our hair with, & those jeans had better have some kind of roller disco or rainbow embroidery on the pocket.\u00a0 We HAD to play the \u2018Mickey Mouse Disco\u2019 and \u2018Free to Be, You And Me\u2019 records! Oh, and speaking of roller disco\u2026we must have gone roller skating every weekend for years.\u00a0 My sister had the Strawberry Shortcake and Rainbow Brite doll-inspired rollerskates and mine were silver and had the stripes that resembled \u2018Tiger\u2019 brand tennis shoes. You guys remember the old Tiger\u2019s tennies? They were big w\/us ten year olds before Adidas and Nike.<\/p>\n