In which I admit to my lack of coordination...

ManOfTheHouse calls me "Danger Prone Daphne"...  this might have something to do with the 2 inch scar on my thumb that I got trying to get a tiny bit more gel out of the bottle...  or it might have something to do with the fact that I can't go a week without having some raging bruise on some part of my anatomy...  some of which I can remember getting...

This week - the nickname has been thrown around more than usual...

a few weeks ago I busted up my big toe...  how?  yeah, don't quite remember that part - pain doesn't mean a lot to me in my feet - and thanks to this incident  and some other health issues I actually don't feel some of the things I kick - I have no feeling in a few of those toes at all...  one more T-oddity to add to the pile :)  (toddity? - that's sure to show up as a word verification now...)

Anywho - I had to run my son to a birthday party at the local pool last weekend - so I threw on some big cloggy shoes that I thought I'd love when I bought them... and jumped in the car.  We got to the pool and I parked a little further away than I'd intended.  Hoping to be quicker I decided that instead of going AROUND the rock medians I'd just go right through the rocks and thus get home faster to my waiting pile of laundry...  (why, again - I don't usually have answers for the hows and whys in this world).

I was still babying my big toe - which meant walking a little "off" and the clogs were a little heavier than I'd planned... and I lost my balance... but regained it, then lost it again - only to get my other foot under myself solidly, until it wasn't anymore...  I'm sure this would have been HILARIOUS to any passers by - but there weren't any...  as a matter of fact my own son was two steps ahead and didn't even notice until I fell WHAM at his ankles...  Two skinned up wrists - two knees with minor abrasions and goose-egg type bumps - and now 5 days later I am sporting a rainbow of colors across my knees... and a freshly injured and highly taped up toe...  

I didn't play many sports as a child... again, partly due to that incident... but mostly because I was frankly an accident waiting to happen...  

Soccer - The coach wanted me to learn to use my left foot more - so I once kicked the ball with both feet...  at the same time...  that was a bruise nobody got to see... even me!

Gymnastics - you know, those uneven bars can leave some nasty bruises if you fail to bend when you hit them...

Volleyball - once misaligned my growth plate in my left wrist going for the dig...  I saved the point... but we still lost - probably not worth it

Softball - yeah, after learning that catching the ball WITHOUT a mitt is a bad thing I did learn that I need glasses... 

Dance - ummm...  those were just emotional bruises

I'm a yoga girl I think... oh wait, I did almost pass out once during a yoga class in college - but I never bruised myself at least ;)