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Friday, August 22, 2008

Help, I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up....

So, I was inspired by loyal reader, Heather W., and her blog to write about my favorite "falling" stories. Is it just me or is the act of falling not the funniest thing ever to be seen?? I love when people fall and can't help but laugh out loud when this happens. I also love to hear others stories about them falling because the mental image is just too much! I think it's always embarrassing to fall. There are a lot of things that might embarass one person and not another but, no matter who you are, falling is always humiliating. So, enjoy at my expense. Believe me, if you ever fall in my presense I will be laughing at your expense so I think it's only fair.

1. I was a freshman at ACU and was running around the school with my friend Lauren one night. There was an intramural football game going on and we were running up Campus Court right by the fields. We were both turning our necks to the left, watching the game and seeing who we knew while we were talking. All of a sudden, I trip over Lauren's feet, start to fall but then move my feet real quick to try and regain my composure while my torso is practically parallel to the ground and right when I think I have it all together I fall flat on my stomach. Of course, Lauren having a twisted sense of humor like myself, stood there laughing uncontrollably. I got up, laughing, pulled the dirt and rocks out of the wounds that were in my hands and knees and prayed no one at the football game saw me or, if they did, not recognize who I was. The next day in a class, this guy goes "Hey, didn't I see you fall last night?"

2. Fast forward 5 years. I was living in Ft Worth Texas in a second floor apartment. I was leaving for work one morning wearing black shoes and black pants. I get to about the third step from the bottom and the next thing I know I am falling down the stairs and land, once again, flat on my stomach. My bag and purse hit the ground and everything in them goes flying. I look up, praying no one just saw that and this guy walks by, gives me this look like he thinks I'm pretty much the most pathetic person he has ever seen and KEEPS WALKING!! No "Are you ok?" or "Let me help you up." or even better " Can I help you find your dignity anywhere?" NOTHING! My pants had a hole ripped in the knee and my black shoes were scuffed on the toes.

3. Fast forward 1 year. I was in Abilene visiting my parents and spending time with my best friend Amanda M. Amanda had just bought a new silver Honda Metropolitan (a scooter) with a huge silver helmet to match. I asked her if I could take it for a ride and she, of course, said yes. She showed me how to accelerate and brake and said it was really easy and I won't have any problems. So, I get to the end of the street and I am doing ok. I have to turn either left or right and I figure a right hand turn is probably my best bet. I decided I would turn REALLY wide so I wouldn't have to lean really far over. I get kind of nervous because, in order to turn, the bike has to lean. Ok, I guess I got more then "kind of nervous" at the lean because I held the handlebars so tight I accelerated on the turn, hit some gravel and flew over the scooter's handlebars. Again, on my stomach, I look around the make sure no one saw this. I had no idea how to start the scooter back up because when it fell it turned off. I was luckily wearing jeans and a t-shirt so my legs weren't that bad off but I had serious road rash all up and down both arms, rocks stuck in my hands, and my hip bones were bruised so badly I couldn't even touch them for weeks. I had to do the "walk of shame" back to Amanda's house, walking next to the bike wearing that huge silver helmet. Oh, and the scooter suffered some road rash of it's own. Amanda was a good sport about it though!

4. Fast forward 4 years. Ben and I had just gotten married and we were living in Dallas. One night, we went to a movie theater in the mall next to our apartment. As we were walking from the parking lot to the theater, I look over at the "Coming Attractions" they post to show what movies will be coming in the recent weeks/months. I say to Ben "Oh look, that Ashton Kutcher movie is com...." Before I can even finish my sentence, my foot has hit the curb. I stumble around trying to get straight again and, in trying to NOT land on my stomach AGAIN, I somehow flip onto my back. Ben goes "Oh my gosh, your just turtled!!"" I start laughing really hard and these two punk kids who were sitting on the curb a few feet away start laughing and one said through his laughter "Hey lady, are you ok???!!!" I don't know what upset me more, the fact that he was laughing at me or the fact that he called me "lady." As if it could get more embarrassing as we were waiting in line for our tickets, Ben looks over at me and says "ummm, you can totally see through your shirt." This movie was a last minute thing and we were just hanging around the house so I wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't think I should have to put one on since we were just going to a dark movie theater and it was late at night so it was dark outside also. I rememeber looking in the mirror before we left and I couldn't see anything through my white tank top...

Ok, that's all I can think of right now. Do any of you have some embarrassing "falling" stories? We would all love to hear about them so please share and post them in the comment section. It feels weird not posting any pictures. What the hell, here's one for good measure.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

This time around I got eight gold so go ahead mama and grab ahold

Anonymous said...

Holly, as I was reading this post I was really hoping the whole time I was reading that you would tell the story about when the kids called you lady...I love that one. Also, I have pics of the road rash incurred when you hurt Athena the scooter. :)

Here is my falling story (short version): when I was 12 years old my mother married my step-father. My step-father (who wasn't used to having girls around) thought he would scare me by running the hand held drill next to my head. I was a stubborn 12 year old and didn't fall for this hoax. Well, I should have because the drill accidentally fell slightly or I jumped up slightly and it caught a hold of my hair. Then in a moment of freak accidented-ness I fell. I fell so hard and so fast that the drill that had a hold of my hair won the fight of who would keep my top-notch. When I fell the hair did not fall with me. That is how I was to become bald at the age of 12 by the end of a drill.

suetmom said...

This post made me laugh! I, too, am afflicted with the "laugh when people fall" syndrome...is that a form of Turret's syndrome, uncontrollable and inappropriate laughter?

Sam said...

What a great idea for a post, I may copy it because if you don't know already, I am pretty much the princess of clumsiness. I will share one story here though, but I will have to add it to my list as well. When I was in 6th grade we lived in Portland, Oregon. My mom used to pick me up from school everyday. One day I was running late leaving class, I think we had somewhere to be so I decided to jog to the car instead of walking. This was a bad choice as I was wearing Berkenstocks. I tripped and fell flat on my face. I had skinned hands and a very skinned knee that was dripping blood all down my leg. Oh, and the best part is that I did this in front of ALL the school buses which were loaded with middle schoolers. I thought that I was going to get away without anyone knowing it was me until one of my sweet friends yelled out the window, "SAMANTHA, ARE YOU OKAY??" Awesome. I just grabbed my bag and walked swiftly to my car and cried to my mom about my embarassment.

Cheri said...

Ok, Now I must admit that I spontaneously trip due to a weak right ankle and the basic cluts syndrome on a regular basis. It is really embarrassing since it generally happens at work or church when I am not paying attention and of course I always have an audience that doesn't laugh but acts mortified that I fell. Honestly, it would be easier if they would laugh.
Now the most embarrassing adult moment was when I lived in California and Justin was 5. He was on a t-ball team and I was a volunteer assistant coach (hahaha) any way they decided to have the adults play a game and let the kids coach and watch. (BIG MISTAKE) So I of course thinking I was super mom and setting a good example for my 5 year old volunteered to play (what and idiot). Side note, I was a total cluts and moron as a youth. When I took tap & ballet lessons, well lets say that the teacher was happy when I quit! So I had no business playing, but felt I needed to be a good sport. (lol)
So I am up at bat and oops I hit one. I was so excited I got to 1st base safely and was so pleased with myself. Then the next hitter (a dad of course) slams one out to left field which meant that I had to run again. So off the plate I go and flat on my face I fall..... I was mortified, but I got up brushed my wounds and kept on running. We lost :(.....
And as for the setting a good example, well the 5 year old could care less and was NOT watching the game.