Ok so last week, I had blogged about walking the dogs at the exact time that my DH was driving by. That was probably a bad plan. They are dogs, but they still understand that is their people's car. It did not turn out so good for me. The Dog's were SOOOOO excited...not to mention at the time their leashes were tangled. I bent down to untangle them. THAT is when DH passed by.
I was taken off my feet. So not prepared for the fall, I ended up with a raspberry on the place where your butt bone meets you back. Yeah, the one where your jeans rub on all day...yep that one. I also bashed the back of my head on the ground, and had a slight concussion.The head is OK (from that injury)
Please hold....but wait, there is more.
So my son, some of his friends, my nephew that was visiting from school in Chicago, decided to play HORSE (a basket ball game for those that don't know). I think their were 5 or so playing at the time. At the end of the game it only my DS, and I were left. DS beat me by one letter.
I come from a really competitive family...ya know the type of family when you were 5 years old, there was no letting you off the hook, no throwing the game. It didn't matter if it was "Candy Land", or "Crazy 8's", "Go Fish", was included too.
As I grew up the games, and the competition escalated. Now it was "Badminton", which we often played at our summer home. It also included, some nasty games of "Rook", "Pictonary", and "Trivial Pursuit"...to name a few. Ahhh, but "HORSE", always a family favorite.
Did I happen to mention, we were VERY competitive?
So this day, this beautiful day, the first REALLY nice day of Spring. The group of us were playing "HORSE".
UNTIL...Dun, Dun, Dun....we chose to play 2 on 2. We had just started the game. My nephew, and I were ahead until there was the dreaded moment....I ran for the ball on the ground. I was wearing my low-top fake Uggs. I tripped over them, and did a header into the pavement. Pavement is HARD!
I picked myself up, dropped the ball, and ran inside to see the damage. There was some damage. I took inventory in the mirror....big fat lip with raspberry, right eye with raspberries above, AND below, right hand 3 nice raspberries, right shoulder one HUGE raspberry.
The kids were nice enough to come check on me. When they saw I was mostly OK, and that I would live, they laughed. Eh it was OK, I laughed too, just not too hard because it hurt.
SO here is the moral of the story...fake Uggs, NOT appropriate foot wear for basketball. I am gonna go out on a limb, and say probably not flip-flops either. SNEEKERS!!!
I was taken off my feet. So not prepared for the fall, I ended up with a raspberry on the place where your butt bone meets you back. Yeah, the one where your jeans rub on all day...yep that one. I also bashed the back of my head on the ground, and had a slight concussion.The head is OK (from that injury)
Please hold....but wait, there is more.
So my son, some of his friends, my nephew that was visiting from school in Chicago, decided to play HORSE (a basket ball game for those that don't know). I think their were 5 or so playing at the time. At the end of the game it only my DS, and I were left. DS beat me by one letter.
I come from a really competitive family...ya know the type of family when you were 5 years old, there was no letting you off the hook, no throwing the game. It didn't matter if it was "Candy Land", or "Crazy 8's", "Go Fish", was included too.
As I grew up the games, and the competition escalated. Now it was "Badminton", which we often played at our summer home. It also included, some nasty games of "Rook", "Pictonary", and "Trivial Pursuit"...to name a few. Ahhh, but "HORSE", always a family favorite.
Did I happen to mention, we were VERY competitive?
So this day, this beautiful day, the first REALLY nice day of Spring. The group of us were playing "HORSE".
UNTIL...Dun, Dun, Dun....we chose to play 2 on 2. We had just started the game. My nephew, and I were ahead until there was the dreaded moment....I ran for the ball on the ground. I was wearing my low-top fake Uggs. I tripped over them, and did a header into the pavement. Pavement is HARD!
I picked myself up, dropped the ball, and ran inside to see the damage. There was some damage. I took inventory in the mirror....big fat lip with raspberry, right eye with raspberries above, AND below, right hand 3 nice raspberries, right shoulder one HUGE raspberry.
The kids were nice enough to come check on me. When they saw I was mostly OK, and that I would live, they laughed. Eh it was OK, I laughed too, just not too hard because it hurt.
SO here is the moral of the story...fake Uggs, NOT appropriate foot wear for basketball. I am gonna go out on a limb, and say probably not flip-flops either. SNEEKERS!!!
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