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October 17, 2007

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Esther

mine happened on a day i was trying to look fancy and wear some very high heeled sandals while frolicking with my then two under-two year olds on the front stoop waiting for the babysitter to show up so i could go for a girls' night out drink with my friend Heather. out of nowhere i mis-stepped (when i tell others about this story, i usually interject that imogene was running circles around me, but frankly, that isn't really true:)) and my ankle on the leg of the hip on which i held arlen, twisted and i lurched to that side. in a most unexpected moment of agility and grace, which i attribute entirely to my motherly instinct, i twirled my body in mid-air so my hinder and elbow would hit first. in the same motion i whirled little arlen to my front side so he could land on my then cushiony now droopy bossom. i can still feel imogene's little hands under my armpits as she tried to help me up. a few band-aids later i left for heather's house all shaky and panicked, thoughts like 'can i even mother?' running through my mind. ooops. nothing a cosmo couldn't fix:)

northernmichiganmom

Judi, I was cringing while reading your post. All I can say is ouch!! Hope the crack is helping and you're feeling better!!!

I have so many klutzy moments that I don't know which one to post. I guess I'll go with the most recent.

I was at "the boy's" football game standing (not sitting down) in the bleachers cheering like a crazy mom. My left foot was propped up on the seat in front of me. I went to put my foot back down where it belonged (on the standing part)and "the husband" had put the camera bag there. I stepped on the camera bag, turned my ankle which in return caused my leg to fall through the opening of the bleacher. I looked like a real fool with one leg hanging through the hole and the rest of my body lying on the bleachers. If I recall the husband said "you didn't break the camera did you"? (he really does love me) This was done while being totally sober!!!

O.K. but it only gets better. I go pick up "the boy" from the bus ride home from the football game and when we gets home it is quite dark. I was walking up my steps with an armful and thought I was to the top step. I wasn't and I went to walk like I was on even ground and there was another step. My foot got caught under the step and I fell flat on my face!! Thank god I didn't have all the fans in the bleachers checking me out this time only "the boy". He felt bad for Mom.

Needless to say, in all that clumsiness I ended up with a sore ankle for a few days and a huge bruise on my shin.

I'm sure all of that would have been a sight to see. I'm not some petite little thing. I'm 6' tall so I'm sure my falls weren't all graceful and dainty!!

By the way, I so love the bag! Since I've now sewed my first pair of pj pants would this be another project I could maybe accomplish? Or does a bag like this take way more sewing talent?

Meredith

Oh my gosh. OH my GOSH!! Are you alright???? I'm feeling the pulsing just thinking about your poor little thumb. (And I am LOVING the duct-taped first aid kit. Little men. ALL business!)

Okay, the clutziest thing ever...walked into my junior high to wait in the gym before school began. Carrying tons of books (no bag), my clarinet case (geek), and my purse. Oh yes, and wearing a denim miniskirt (it was the 80's. I believe blue tights and Bass flats were involved too.)

It had been raining. Flats were slick. Gym was packed with not-so-sympathetic pre-pubescent animals.

You can guess what happened next.

I'm still reeling from it.

Two days afterwards, I attempted to hop over a trash can in my 8th grade English class to sharpen my pencil at the pencil sharpener. Guess who jumped in and thus, fell to the floor, causing such a ruckus her teacher had to run in from the hall and stop laughing in order to help (and remind the class to stop laughing?)

It didn't help that year that I totally had a Julie Andrews "Sound of Music" mannish short haircut at the time.
Not. My. Favorite. Year!!

Take good care of yourself my injured friend. Those "paws" are precious!!

Sally

I once got my hair sucked into a rotating fan as I stepped off the school bus. My hair was midway down my back, and when the doors opened it flew behind me and got sucked into the blades. It was a terrifying moment as the bus driver pulled over to the side and the other kids screamed out that they had scissors. Needless to say, the look of terror on my face led the bus driver to pry apart the fan and carefully unweave my hair from within.

kimberlee

oh judi! you sewed a bag with your hand like that? I can't believe it nor can I stop laughing. though I am sorry about your accident, don't get me wrong. knuckle shots! ouch!

well I want to exclude myself from the draw so you don't have to send anything to NZ but I will tell you a story anyway. (though I don't think I can beat getting my hair caught in a fan!)

When I was about 11, I was out in the country spending time with my friend and her grandfather. we were trying to cheer him up a bit because his wife had just died a few months ago.
Anyway, I don't remember any of this but this is what they tell me.... I went swinging on a swing that was hanging from an gaint Oak tree when the branch broke off, landing on me and pinning me to the ground.
The grandpa and the friend had to free me and the whole time I was crying and screaming like a lunitic. I had lost my memory and good sense. I had no idea who or where I was or why my head hurt so much. I even asked questions like 'what year is it?" and "who is the president" (i kid you not).

My mother rushed me to the ER and I during multiple xrays, cat scans and vomiting, I finally 'came out of it' and regained my long term memory. THough I was horrified to discover that they had changed my clothes, and thrown away my now mangled giant hoop earings (it was the 90s).
My dad still laughs about the nonsense I was talking when I had anmesia. Aparently I was telling everyone about my two dogs dolly and lisa, though they were actually my horses at the time:)

I have never regained my memory of that day. I only remember the night before and then 'waking up' in the hospital.

yea for head injuries!
_kimberlee

kimberlee

oh judi! you sewed a bag with your hand like that? I can't believe it nor can I stop laughing. though I am sorry about your accident, don't get me wrong. knuckle shots! ouch!

well I want to exclude myself from the draw so you don't have to send anything to NZ but I will tell you a story anyway. (though I don't think I can beat getting my hair caught in a fan!)

When I was about 11, I was out in the country spending time with my friend and her grandfather. we were trying to cheer him up a bit because his wife had just died a few months ago.
Anyway, I don't remember any of this but this is what they tell me.... I went swinging on a swing that was hanging from an gaint Oak tree when the branch broke off, landing on me and pinning me to the ground.
The grandpa and the friend had to free me and the whole time I was crying and screaming like a lunitic. I had lost my memory and good sense. I had no idea who or where I was or why my head hurt so much. I even asked questions like 'what year is it?" and "who is the president" (i kid you not).

My mother rushed me to the ER and I during multiple xrays, cat scans and vomiting, I finally 'came out of it' and regained my long term memory. THough I was horrified to discover that they had changed my clothes, and thrown away my now mangled giant hoop earings (it was the 90s).
My dad still laughs about the nonsense I was talking when I had anmesia. Aparently I was telling everyone about my two dogs dolly and lisa, though they were actually my horses at the time:)

I have never regained my memory of that day. I only remember the night before and then 'waking up' in the hospital.

yea for head injuries!
_kimberlee

melissa

Judi, I read your blog all the time, this is my first post, I had to...your poor thumb, I can't imagine, I'm not sure I am reading right but you cut off your entire nail...the nail and flesh behind it, part of your thumb?!?

My story isn't nearly as bad, but one night late I was walking down the steps in our old apartment I was a few months pregnant and I slipped feet came up and I fell directly on my tailbone, it hurt so bad I instantly started uncontrollably blubbering crying, couldn't breathe or even yell out.... it was awful, and for weeks I couldn't sit or walk right...nothing was broken and the baby was fine! But it was one of the most painful things ever!
I hope you feel better soon ( I am still having the willies about your thumb!!)

Melissa

Alison

I just read about your incident with the cutter and you very sad loss of your baby. I feel so badly for you, and I wish you a speedy recovery!!! I can't believe you are going to give away that gorgeous bag, and I hope I win it! You have so much courage and strength, and I think it's amazing that you share such a personal story with us. Thank you!
I once stitched right through my finger with the sewing machine, but no blood! can you believe it!? But fortunately, that's the only clutzy thing that I've done to harm myself while sewing. I misplace things all the time, though, and I think that can be considered clutzy.
...And one more thing... very important... it starts with a "V' and ends in a "Y", and if you don't want to have children, it's the thing for you to have your husband do for you. Can you guess????

"VASECTOMY". Every man should have one.

Emilee

My sister and I were going to wax our eyebrows with those little Sally Beauty Supply home wax kits. I read the "be careful when removing from the microwave" warning, but forgot it promptly. When I pull the wax out after only fifteen (15!) seconds, it still looked solid, so I tipped it to see if it was solid all the way through, or if it was somewhat liquid. Splash! Hot wax everywhere. On my new sweater (sob!), small splashes on my chin (tiny, tiny blisters), and two huge splashes on my hand just under my thumb. Now I've got a scar that makes me look like I was bit by a vampire.

Lotta

Oh I wince for you! This is why I won't buy a mandolin. I know I'll slice my finger off trying to make home fries.

LOVE that bag, great fabric combos!

Kathryn

Miss Meredith suggested I check out your blog and she highly recommended your most recent post. I feel compelled to tell you one of my many clutzy stories and hope you'll laugh and that it will make you feel better. Although I'm sure your little pills are doing their job just fine.
Anyhoo, I went to church one Sunday and took my communion and took a sip of wine after the bread and since communion takes place in front of the whole church, everyone saw me as I slipped on (what I presumed to have been) freshly waxed floors. With my arms flailing wildly to keep me balanced I yelled, "OH GOD!!!!" A wave of heat flushed over me as I raced back to my pew. I was told by friends that there were worse things I could have said.

melissa

yikes, judi!! you poor thing- and i'm in awe that you sewed that bag post-accident. (it's beautiful btw).
i really hope you're feeling better now. x

isnt this wild

*Standing up ... turning my back with my hand up for y'all to talk to and every other dramatic expression body-language allows to emphasize that ....

THIS IS THE LIVING END ... GOT ME???

The women in blog-land ... all of you ... have helped me to heal from that syndrome where you aren't living up to your own creative potential so when you see someone who is you whither inside and get all annoying and whiney to your self ... but see ... I'm changing ... really ... I've felt the love and celebration that you all share and it made me right giddy ... kay ... Oh yeah ... that's right no-one knows me cause I only lurk unless TOTALLY PUSHED OFF THE EDGE TO SPEAK UP ... ahem ...

BUT THIS IS WHAT YOU MAKE WITH HALF A THUMB AND A BOTTLE OF CRACK???????????? I'm not growing this fast ya know ... see the next time I'm whining about someone having more talent in their pinky finger(or half a thumb) than I have in my whole body I'll know I'm totally right. How am I supposed to grow now I ask???

Oh wait ... hold on ... something's coming to me here ... You're hurt and mangled and it's not supposed to be all about me ... did I get it right? Applause? Prizes?? Parades???

I hope you feel better :) Thanks to all for your daily gifts of inspiration ... goes to show you never know what kind of lunatics are reading your site out there (or how truly valuable what you give is :)

Jenn

Mark Holland

Thanks for the excellent contribution to the discussion. I love this image it's beautiful I set it as my background!

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