A Series of Events (that collectively might seem unfortunate)

I was just contemplating my day on my evening power walk.
I was stuck on the moment prior to my walk, where I came out my front door to begin and found myself up close and personal with blades of grass all of a sudden.
It seems one of my cherished blessings left a big rock right in the middle of the sidewalk just down from the front porch. My shoes that are great for leg work are also quite tall and down I went. My cousin’s grandma always said’ “watch that first step cause it’s a doozey!” We thought this was funny because she only had two short steps. We also thought she was funny because she drove the wrong way on an exit ramp, but that is another story entirely!
My first step was indeed a doozey and I bloodied my knee, twisted my ankle, and smashed my hand knuckle first into the ground it seems. I bet this will feel nice tomorrow:) This is not the point…the point is, I was considering that to a neighbor or someone driving by, it maybe looked like I just fell out my front door…which, all alone is not such a big deal…but there were a couple other parts of my day I remembered as I walked…
Earlier in the day I was taking the kids to the movies and on the way we were going to FINALLY take all the glass recycling to the drop off. It is many months of bottles. Quite a bit from this social gathering and that…it looks like quite a party, but in fact was a long time in the making. So I loaded all these bottles in the back of my van only the parking lot was being resurfaced so they are still there and it is quite hot and now my van smells like old bottles. This is also not a big deal all by itself.
The last interesting point might be that I was finishing up making current my Kansas teaching certification by going to the local police station where they are kind enough to complete a finger print card for me in order to have a background check which is required for recertification. This was a pretty cool thing the kids thought…the officer and I had a nice visit and he said I was quite helpful in the process and it is all finished and sent off, only later today the kids shared this cool experience with my friend by telling her that they went with Mom to the police station while she got finger printed and it was pretty neat.
And her car smells like a brewery.
And she fell out her front door and bloodied her knee.
See what I mean?
Someone is probably saying a prayer for me right now.
That’s ok I guess…who can’t use a few extra prayers?

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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1 Response to A Series of Events (that collectively might seem unfortunate)

  1. Mom says:

    I’m praying, every day. PLEASE be careful. Geesh!

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