Pre Season Update

Disclaimer:  Again - if you are squeamish: Look away now!! This is even better than the last one.

The Man of the House's knee just keeps getting prettier and prettier!  As the days progressed, so did the rainbow of colors it produced.

Pre Season

Disclaimer: If you are the squeamish sort  - just click away from this post NOW!  Seriously.  You have been warned.

One of the few hobbies or activities the Man of the House participates in is playing on a slow pitch soft ball team.  He's the team pitcher.  And looks extremely handsome out there on the field if I do say so... and I do!  Sorry - got distracted. 

You wouldn't think a sport called SLOW pitch SOFTball would be dangerous.  It's slow, right?

You would be wrong.

This is what happens when you slow pitch a softball which is immediately hit right back at - your knee!

This happened at his first practice of the year.  The season hasn't even started yet!

I'd love to write more, but I think I should probably run out and stock up on ice packs, bandages, and ibuprofen!

Don't Call Me "Grace"

I've never been exactly coordinated.  I'm the gal who can trip on nothing.  No, not my own feet - Nothing!  I have been known to be so caught up in my own thoughts, or a conversation, or looking at something that I have walked right smack into a wall.  I stub my toes more times in a month than I care to count.

Today, while leaving to get the Little Man off to school, I fell down the stairs.

This isn't exactly a new thing for me.  I often trip up the stairs.  Or slip down a stair or two.  Once I even fell down the concrete front entrance steps at work.  In front of several people.  It wasn't a slip, or a slide, or a trip.  That time it was a full on head-over-heels tumble.  Resulting with me ending up sprawled on the ground at the bottom of those steps with a scraped up leg, a bruised elbow, and some hurt pride.  That time was definitely worse than this morning.

I was preparing to dash out the door with coffee in hand, when I slipped.  Or something.  I'm not very clear on how this fall started.  I just know I took a few steps and next thing I knew I realized I was pitching forward.  Two very clear thoughts went through my head in about a half second flat. 

1) Grab the railing!!
2) Don't spill the coffee!!

I think I grabbed the rail at some point, but my hand slid right off and I ended up lying sideways on the stairs in a rather crooked position.  With some serious pain shooting through my right hip and thigh and all up and down the right arm.  I had to take a minute to sit on the stairs and compose myself.  While the pain subsided to a dull ache.  All the while reassuring The Little Man that I was fine.

I did manage not to spill the coffee.  Just splashed a little on my left hand.  So, there's the bright side of the whole incident.