Yet again, my stupidity has left me on the couch with my legs propped up writing another entry to entertain all of you who read this.
Yesterday, we were at my mom and dad's house. Mom had planned a long list of games to play to keep everyone having fun. We had just finished our pre-dinner scavenger hunt and I successfully wolfed down my share of wonderful food (especially Jill's pecan pie she made just for dad - I managed to sneak my fair share of it). We proceeded out to the front yard to particiapte in family relays. I was playing with Dara and Dade, throwing hula hoops high in the air and watching them scatter out of the way before they fell. With one of my throws I managed to lodge one of the hoops in a tree. It was a small tree with low branches (see where this is going?).
I jumped up, grabbed the lowest branch and pulled myself up. I jumped on the branches in the hopes that I could shake it out. Now, I still have some of my logical thinking left, so I didn't attempt to shimmy out on the branch to try and reach it. Although, I will admit, had Jill and my dad not talked me out of it, I might have tried and ended up worse off.
As I climbed back down, I looked at Dara and asked if she had ever seen a real live monkey in a tree. In an attempt to entertain my 7 year old sweetheart, I grabbed hold of the lowest branch and tried to swing around so I could hang upside down for her. You did notice I used the word "try" right? You see, when I swung down, my left foot stayed wedged in between two branches. So as my body swung down, my ankle and leg twisted into what I'm sure was not so pretty a position.
Now, as most of you know, this isn't the first time I've done something like this. So as I finally unwedged my foot and fell to the ground, the rest of my family was laughing hysterically at my attempt to be funny. Only when they finally realized that I was truly in pain, did I receive any sympathy from the peanut gallery.
Needless to say, I spent the rest of our family time sitting humbly on a chair and watching the festivities with a constant throbbing reminding me yet again of my futile attempt to stay young. I'm sure, my kids will one day be thankful for the laughter I have brought to their lives. Until then, I will continue to see how hard I can push this old body in the hopes to entertain my family and all of you who read this.
Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you had time to reflect on how special family is and all you have to be thankful for. Know that we are thankful for each of you and your involvement in our lives.
