Elizabeth's Blog

I’ve not posted anything from my “Proof I’m a Dork” department in a while, so in the spirit of spreading good cheer, I just thought I’d share my latest.

I fall down a lot. I’m not really sure why, but I think it’s because my “graceful gene” is malformed. Regardless, the outcome is usually painful, but humorous, and normally I don’t break anything so all’s well that ends well. Today is no exception - as the kids and I left our favorite hangout, Chipotle, I was carrying our leftover bowls of rice, beans and cheese, and all of our heavy coats (since it’s now roughly 57° outside). As we walked toward our car, somehow my shoe got caught on the sidewalk and I fell face forward down towards the cement. Naturally I sacrificed the coats and leftover rice by flinging them into the air so I could brace myself, but what I found interesting is that I didn’t put my hands down immediately like I usually do. My knees went down, but instead of falling on my hands, I instinctively twisted my body and did a little flip thing, resulting in me lying on my back with my feet up in the air. At this point I’m looking up into the sky, the Chipotle rice is lightly falling down on me like a soft winter snow, and my kids are looking down at me like I’m some kind of alien freak. No harm done, just some lovely road rash on the back of my hand.. and my knee is a little skinned up since I already had a hole in my jeans from my previous encounter with the pavement (that’s another story for another time).

So the moral of my story is that I think I’ve finally “arrived.” I’ve now learned the proper way to fall down to minimize injury… truly definitive proof that I really am a dork.