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Confessions of a situational clumsy…

Influence on, fess up! We all do silly silly things.

I have some extremely embarrassing ones - some of which I will share - Others I will keep in the far back corners of my take care of, never to utter in the presence of another human being again…

So in no precisely order here is my list of clumsy errors or badges of mess as I like to think of them as:

- three times, I replication three separate head cracking available incidents - two requiring stitches, all with lots of blood, one requiring a leviathan band-aid stuck in my hair. And in happen style, Scarlett cracked her grey matter open a couple of months back. So much blood, not requiring stitches but enough to rectify her Mummy worry, panic and pet a little sick. Its amazing as a stepmother though how you pull it together for

- bean bag ball up the nose - requiring medical dethroning - less than 10 years old - Kmart… contemplation I would see how it smelt and it got stuck. Poor Mum and Dad…. thirdish feverish trip to the Dr’s for medical relief.

- another one was 2003 - after getting my third tattoo - a rather elephantine back piece - that means ‘actuality’ I got out of my little car too quickly and cracked the healing overlay. Being solid black and large it now has a few Caucasoid spots in it to show for the incident… I must go and get it redone when I have the rhythm and money. It took more than an hour and was a microscopic hurty. But bearable though.

- I managed to iron my tolerance whilst pregnant with Liam - Not a big triangle iron designate but a very thin long line across the middle of my belly. The next day I had to see my OB - he thoughtfulness I was trying to let Liam out early and considering if was very funny. I just got into the habit of ironing in my underwear and as I grew I at the end of the day didn’t move the ironing surface to compensate the growing belly. Ruined Liam… he seems OK though. He didn’t some out with iron marks on him.

- I have lots of falling over situations - when I was 18 and slipped on my way down Argyle St. Take off and I lived in Carr St and I would walk to profession in Bathurst Street… I scratched my first encounter ring… Gosh first meeting ring. Long story about missing diamonds in Salamanca and upgrading due to recommendation and poor art student husbands studying Possessions Design who had limited funds… absolutely got a ring worth two months pay… I have in mind it was $150… I love the ring I have now. Its a Phil Mason Killakrankie (Topaz) - charming, big and not too pricey. Nick has bought me another camarilla on our 5th Wedding Anniversary… Pink Garnet from Tanzania… comely a very interesting rectangular stone, with a vertical cut through creating lines within the stone. Photo of rings and us Christmas 2001:

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