Recently I was going through some old notebooks, diaries, and journals of mine and I came across a very interesting story that brought back a funny and painful memory. It all started at my best friend Bethany’s house. Her parents had just bought a trampoline, and boy oh boy were we excited. So I was at her house just about every saturday and we would jump and jump and jump to our heart’s content. Well one day we were particularly excited because Bethany had finally perfected her cart-wheel on the grass and learned how to do a front flip on the trampoline. So we decided that we would go out and jump for a while and she would show me the front flip and then when we were done she would show me the cart-wheel, sounds like a pretty decent plan right?? So we went out and Bethany said “ok I’ve only done it about twice but I’m pretty sure I could do it again.” So I asked her if I should stand on the porch and watch it, and where she would like her 1 person audience to be. Well she told me that I could sit on the trampoline so I could see it up close, so I said “ok” and I did. I got comfortably seated at the edge of the trampoline, eagerly awaiting an awesome front flip. So Bethany got herself psyched up and said “ok I’m going to count to three and then do it ok??”So she did… one jump, two jumps, three jumps and then BAM, her heel came flying straight into my face! I don’t really remember much after that, I’m pretty sure I either blacked out from the pain or was knocked unconscious when my aching body went splat on the grass. So after about an hour when I stopped whining and complaining and Bethany had got me some chocolate ice cream from her freezer, she decided it was time to show me the cart-wheel, to cheer me up. So again I asked “where should I sit to watch?” and she said “you can stand in the kitchen and I will do it in the living room ok??” Now I’m sure you are asking yourself why I didn’t take the time to pause and put on full body armor as a precaution, and my only reply would be to say, because my ice cream would have melted in the time it took to get all that stuff on. So I walked over to the kitchen and had my oh so yummy bowl of ice cream in my hands and got ready to watch Bethany do a cart-wheel. Well I failed to ask where her starting position for the cart-wheel was going to be, which I soon found out was going to be…. wait for it….. in the kitchen!!! So I was contentedly eating my ice cream when BAM, Bethany’s heel flew into my face yet again, only this time I got covered in Ice cream and didn’t have the padding of the grass, instead I fell right onto the cold hard floor, but I didn’t black out or anything. Instead I just threw my hands up and said “NO MORE!!! Find a new audience, I quit! The world doesn’t have enough ice cream or Tylenol for me to watch another one of your cartwheels or front flips of death!!!! Now I was very serious when I said it, but now having both a black eye, a fat lip and ice cream all over me, I looked and felt pretty ridiculous, so much so that we both burst out laughing until our eyes were watering and our sides ached. Now I’m not sure why I decided to write about this, but when I’m having a bad day or something, I read it and tell myself “hey you could have been kicked in the face twice and had ice cream spilled all over you.”
27 Nov 2010 3 Comments
I came home on friday after doing some black friday shopping, and I was exhausted. I hadn’t been out shopping for too long, it was just the fact that I woke up at 4:00 am to do it. I was pretty happy, we (my mom and sister and I) had gotten some very good deals and we didn’t have to stand in line too long to wait for them, only about 20 minutes. Anyways as I was saying I was exhausted, so I took off my many layers of coats and my rain-boots and my bed just looked so very inviting, I didn’t even mind that I’d be laying on my neatly folded clothes, all I cared about was laying down. So lay down I did, it was not quite as comfortable as I thought it would be though, just something about the way the clothes lay underneath my back, just wasn’t right, but I didn’t care enough to move, the clothes on the other hand had a mind of their own. They squirmed and kicked with all their might but by then my eyelids were starting to close and I didn’t care if I was laying on my squirming clothes. Just as I was drifting off into a deep and peaceful sleep my clothes took it too far, they bit me on the shoulder, now THAT got my attention, so I turned on the light and realized I wasn’t crazy I HAD been bitten, but it wasn’t my clothes it was my cat Max. You can’t imagine both my relief that my clothing wasn’t alive and the pain in my shoulder from being bitten. Well as you can imagine being half asleep and still exhausted and badly wounded, I showed that cat a piece of my mind. I said, “you big bully you” and did the courageous thing and slept on the couch. Now the point of this whole story is 1 to never trust neatly folded clothes, they could come alive at any second and 2 make sure that they are indeed what they appear to be and NOT a grouchy old cat that will be angry with you for laying on her.