Saturday, April 30, 2005

Poor Pitiful Me



When I was three years old, I broke my leg jumping in the bed with my little sister and my uncle (don't freak out, my uncle is only 6 years older than me) while my grandmother was babysitting. It's a much longer story which involves weeks of traction in the hospital, weeks in a wheelchair and weeks in a cast. Did I mention that my mother was 7 months pregnant with my little brother? Yeah, it's a much longer story. To be continued...

*Pic* Posted by Hello

6 comments:

Lorna said...

that is indeed pitiful, and explains your sometimes twisted take on the physical side of humour. BTW, I was corresponding with Se7en because I listened to your suggestion, checked out his blog, and am following up with a new design. My brother is giving it to me as a gift---probably so I will stop asking him to help me with HTML. Aaaiiieeee!

Dr. Sauce said...

Aww, little kids and broken bones make me sad. I'll tune in for the rest of the story.

Anonymous said...

I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire.
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up
in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement.
I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames.
And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire"

Zina said...

Yeah, every damn time I jumped on a bed I had to hear the damn story about Laurie breaking her leg...man it sucks to be younger!

Love ya Cuz!

Glod said...

I have an uncle who is a year younger than me.

Laurie said...

Lorna - I think it definitely affected my psche. I can't wait to see what Se7en does for you! He's great.

Dr. Sauce - I think I'll write about it Monday night. Tonight, I'm going to write about my aunt's birthday party last night. I have a plan.

Anonymous - I'm so sorry about your fire. There are so many things I remember distinctly about the events surrounding my broken leg, yet, sometimes I can't remember my phone number. Memory is a strange thing.

Zina - That's going to be one of the topics of the blog post. You guys were lucky to have me as a bad example. Imagine how many of you would have broken legs without me!

Glod - I hope you call him Uncle every chance you get, especially in public places.