When does it ever end with me? I SERIOUSLY have a major issue with stairs. You won't believe what happened to me today - well if you know me, you'll totally believe it, but I wish I could trade myself in sometimes! So...
Today at 4:58 I was rushing around (desk to printer to desk to printer) to finish off payroll, and also get a very important check printed off and sent out in FedEx so I was definitely in a rush (what do ya know?) and I headed to the stairs...those daunting stairs...they have my number.
I still don't know what happened but suddenly I was head over heels (literally heels - 3 inch heel black boots) tumbling down the stairs! It must have been very loud because when I looked up 7 co-workers were standing over the top of the stairs laughing hysterically and my boss had heard it all the way in her office and made it over to see me as well. Here is what I remember looking like at that moment: Check in hand, FedEx envelope on second step down, Right hand hanging on for dear life from the hand rail, right leg pointed down the stairs starting at about the fifth step down, left leg straight up in the air, hair covering half of my face (some in my mouth) and I had landed half way off of the third step down...just dangling there. I can only imagine the look on my face. How embarassing. I blamed it on my heel because it had broken, however, I'm pretty sure that the broken heel was a result of my accident, not the reason. (Broken heel not broken too badly, still wearable, but now I can't wear them because I blamed it all on my broken heel!)
Suddenly everyone realized that they were laughing at me and forgot to see if I was ok; of course at the time I was ok, just very hurt pride...but hey laugh it up. I hid my face for awhile and took my shoes off. I still had to meet the FedEx guy! So I headed down to the CFO to have him sign the check and he wondered about my missing shoes. I really wanted to play it off, but Val was heading by his office and casually mentioned that maybe the company should consider a little more liability insurance for me. He continued with the glorious story of me falling down the stairs and the CFO got a very amused look on his face and said, "All the way down?" They'll probably decide to let me go naming me as a work comp risk.
As of tonight, I feel a slight strain in my neck, a sore wrist and a slightly pulled groin...worst part of it all...remember how I bruised and scraped both of my shins the other day...well they of course got in the way again. OUCH!
So after telling my husband this story...guess what he said? Something about "slowing down."
You know, that is probably the 5th time I have tripped and made some noise on those stupid stairs...but just a fraction of my stair incidents in my lifetime. Dad, Mom and Rod - remember the stairs in our house at 190 Batavia Lane? I was always tripping up and down those stairs...I even remember stumbling down the stairs when we had a storage customer in the office and hearing him say something, "whoa, is she alright?" My mom probably just waved it off.
Anyway, here is the real bummer in it all - remember how I decided to take on a new persona when I started working at this job...as the quiet shy girl - yep, pretty much have blown that cover now. After tripping up and down the stairs, and all of my other Brenda moments, I'm no longer the sweet quiet girl. Darn. Oh well, I have more fun this way.
Don't you wish you were me?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Slow down
Let me tell you about my last couple of days. I am doing this to hopefully put a stop to the madness; you know like, if you talk about it, it will go away.
So yesterday morning I woke up at 7:05 and I normally leave my house at 7:20; so I had to forego my shower and was trying to get dressed with eyes that were very droopy and glued shut with eye boogers; I woke up Jesse and sent him stumbling in with droopy boogery eyes to wake up Paige who also woke up with droopy boogery eyes and her normal massive mop of amazing bedhead. In an instant she was bright-eyed and and as I have already noted, very bushy-tailed...so Jesse had to snap to it and keep up with her. Anyway - good thing I work at a trucking company and was able to throw on a pair of jeans, my sneakers and a hooded sweatshirt. (I later learned that I had put my undies on inside out, and put on mismatched socks). I looked my best and was grateful for a hair tie that applied nicely to a greased back ponytail. Paige didn't get her bath, which I'm sure she didn't miss, and I put her bushy tail in a ponytail (which did not come close to looking as cute as the ponytail pictured to the right) and left her bangs going everywhere and we ran out the door. I was only 10 minutes late to work. Going up the stairs I tripped on the stair and made all kinds of noise and caught all kinds of embarassing attention. The rest of my day went well at work. But then...we had made plans to go to the Griz basketball game and after getting home we had to quickly turn around and go to the game; in my rush of climbing into the Tahoe I slipped with both feet right down and off of the running board and scraped, bruised, and bumped my shins causing the most excruciating pain that made me cry and whine all the way to the game. Then, the game was soooo disappointing and Paige wet her pants right through her diaper and I had forgotten her diaper bag at home. We left the game at few minutes early and didn't look back.
Well - this morning, once again I woke up late - luckily, it wasn't as late as yesterday and I had time for a shower and the normal morning routine - however, the normal routine had to be in high speed. So while I was throwing my lunch together I spilled the rice all over the counter and dropped the frozen veggie bag on the floor which of course spilled...and then my wonderful husband who is always full of excellent words of wisdom said to me, "Brenda, just slow down!" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....that's the same thing my teachers told me in first, second, and third grade when I used to fall down on the playground and put holes in my knees and tights...and the same thing my parents and the cops have been telling me for years!
This madness must stop - as slowing down pertains to my mornings, it requires that I go to bed earlier. Oh and I am getting another cold which will be the third one in a matter of three weeks; pretty sure that would be solved too if I got more sleep.
So...moral of the story - slow down and get more sleep. Easier said than done.
So yesterday morning I woke up at 7:05 and I normally leave my house at 7:20; so I had to forego my shower and was trying to get dressed with eyes that were very droopy and glued shut with eye boogers; I woke up Jesse and sent him stumbling in with droopy boogery eyes to wake up Paige who also woke up with droopy boogery eyes and her normal massive mop of amazing bedhead. In an instant she was bright-eyed and and as I have already noted, very bushy-tailed...so Jesse had to snap to it and keep up with her. Anyway - good thing I work at a trucking company and was able to throw on a pair of jeans, my sneakers and a hooded sweatshirt. (I later learned that I had put my undies on inside out, and put on mismatched socks). I looked my best and was grateful for a hair tie that applied nicely to a greased back ponytail. Paige didn't get her bath, which I'm sure she didn't miss, and I put her bushy tail in a ponytail (which did not come close to looking as cute as the ponytail pictured to the right) and left her bangs going everywhere and we ran out the door. I was only 10 minutes late to work. Going up the stairs I tripped on the stair and made all kinds of noise and caught all kinds of embarassing attention. The rest of my day went well at work. But then...we had made plans to go to the Griz basketball game and after getting home we had to quickly turn around and go to the game; in my rush of climbing into the Tahoe I slipped with both feet right down and off of the running board and scraped, bruised, and bumped my shins causing the most excruciating pain that made me cry and whine all the way to the game. Then, the game was soooo disappointing and Paige wet her pants right through her diaper and I had forgotten her diaper bag at home. We left the game at few minutes early and didn't look back.
Well - this morning, once again I woke up late - luckily, it wasn't as late as yesterday and I had time for a shower and the normal morning routine - however, the normal routine had to be in high speed. So while I was throwing my lunch together I spilled the rice all over the counter and dropped the frozen veggie bag on the floor which of course spilled...and then my wonderful husband who is always full of excellent words of wisdom said to me, "Brenda, just slow down!" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....that's the same thing my teachers told me in first, second, and third grade when I used to fall down on the playground and put holes in my knees and tights...and the same thing my parents and the cops have been telling me for years!
This madness must stop - as slowing down pertains to my mornings, it requires that I go to bed earlier. Oh and I am getting another cold which will be the third one in a matter of three weeks; pretty sure that would be solved too if I got more sleep.
So...moral of the story - slow down and get more sleep. Easier said than done.
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