The idea came to me the other day after cutting my fingernail open on a cheesegrater: why not make fun of all the little things over the years that have caused me such obnoxious aches and pains? lolz. These aren't so bad, but hopefully you'll get a laugh *or a cringe* out of them.

finger: as above mentioned, split with a cheesegrater

leg: 1-inch scar - i was seven and took a flying leap onto the sofa. in mid air, i noticed my dad's sunglasses were lying in my path. that's not good, thinks i... and then *CRAAACK*

elbow: small, very light brown patch of skin - caused by "rug burn", or rather plastic burn, due to bouncing down one of those bounce-house giant slides when i was 12. who woulda thunk that if you jump on hot plastic in the middle of the day, it would pull ur skin off?!

eye: busted lens - most of you have heard this one. i was playing tennis against a ball machine at age 14, and it shot a ball out straight into my eye. the eye doctor said it ripped the muscles holding my lens, which is partly why my vision sucks. another *duh* moment: look, a machine shooting out hard flying objects at high speeds! LET'S GET CLOSER!

knee: a giant rugburn, faded – age 13, playing indoor tag at summer camp, I decide to take a running leap to catch someone before they reached base. Problem was, I took a running skid across a very tight burbur carpet, the uncomfy, office-floor kind of carpet. The oozing burn on my knee was about as big as the head of a film container. I recently cut that knee open again… on a refridgerator. Helping my friend move out this semester, I carried the back end and cut my knee open on a metal part on the bottom as I set it down.

Again, finger: a long cut, from top to bottom – thanks to my brilliant 11-year-old brain's idea of vacuuming Ooddles, my old, docile gray cat in my avatar. She was fine until she saw the big, howling hose come at her. Then… well, Ooddles wasn't docile anymore.

And of course, this list may be expanded to falling out of a tree (age 10), almost rolling under a moving golf cart (5),  and (still) running into sliding doors and hitting my head on cabinets. I'm actually very lucky I haven't yet cracked THAT open. In California, we had a long overhanging countertop, the kind you put barstools under, and I would put my hands on it, climb up with my feet and flip over. I kinda did that on a bar under the table, too, till I didn't fit.

Well, basically, the whole point of this thing is, it's been an exciting life. I'm rather proud of all my scrabbles, and can't wait to see what else I get into. I might just take a few of you with me…. Muahahahahaha!!!



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