Klutziness

I sprained my ankle quite badly after the previously mentioned spill down the post office stairs. I've been limping around for the past 2 days and my foot is swelled enough to not be able to wear sandals yet. At least I can wiggle my toes now, thursday I couldn't.

I'm a well known klutz. There are four major events, along with hundreds of minor things like falling down stairs, that have placed me into the Cox Klutz Hall of Fame.

#1 There used to be a four foot high wall in my front yard. I thought it would be incredibly brilliant to ride my bike on the ledge like trapeze artists do at the circus. Too bad I'm not a trapeze artist nor am I in a circus, although I should consider. I fell off the wall, broke my arm, and the bike landed on my head. My parents later tore the wall out of our front yard.

#2 I was walking down the main street of Ironwood with my mother gazing about the wonderous sights. BANG! I ran into a bright red fire hydrant, landing on my ass. My mom helped me up and as I looked around to see if anyone saw me do that, BANG! I walked into a street sign. I got a nice shiner from that one.

#3 I was about five years old when we first moved into this house. My two cousins and my brother were playing tag in the basement. You know those support beams? Yeah...I knocked myself out with that one. My parents were outside when it happened and they said they heard a terrific gonging noise.

#4 Once again, playing tag with my brother. I decided to run under the kitchen table. I then stood up under the table and cut my left eyeball open. I had to wear a patch over my eye for almost a year.

I've flipped four wheelers, ran into trees while bicyling, hit a couple trees while skiing, randomly just fallen over while walking, tripped over a flat floor, walked into doors, you name it, I've done it. My body is a battleground of scars from my klutziness. I added a beautiful cut to my knee this week.