Comments on erik smetana: writer, or something like that: Look Out For That...Oh, Nevermind

Yeah, I don't usually look either. My wife jus...

2008-07-11T10:16:10.704-05:00

Yeah, I don't usually look either. My wife just laughs at me, she likes to remind that the furniture doesn't move when I continue to bump into it with regularity. :)

My husband laughs at me all the time for my inabil...

2008-07-10T21:07:27.518-05:00

My husband laughs at me all the time for my inability to not walk into a wall. I know the wall is there and I still walk into it, almost dead on. I have no idea why. And counter corners are especially dangerous for me. I hit them every time. Jab in the ribs--and don't laugh because my ribs are level with the counter.

I hate cooking because of my terrible encounters with the stove.

I once almost fell out of a two story window--thankfully my dad caught me by the underwear and stopped my fall. But he was sure pissed when he had to go downstairs to get the screen and put it back in place.

And I can't tie my shoes for crap.

It's really funny that you blogged about this yesterday... I was over at my inlaw's home with my hubby and sister in law and got up to grab a drink from the kitchen. I tripped on.. well... nothing and Tiffany, the sister, laughed her butt off at me. They got into a discussion of how most people trip and then look around only to find that it was nothing---and that I don't even look. I just keep going because I already KNOW it was nothing.

Yeah. That's my life. :P It's nice to know I'm not alone.

I failed to mention in my post about the time I we...

2008-07-09T16:53:16.551-05:00

I failed to mention in my post about the time I went to light a gas grill and it blew up, shooting a fireball past my face and burning both of my hands. Thanks to some quick first aid and a bit of luck, no real scars to speak of.

My better-half doesn't even like me using kniv...

2008-07-09T13:44:36.484-05:00

My better-half doesn't even like me using knives. Then there was that time I fried fish...there are pictures of me at my parent's house with half my forearm wrapped in gauze. My mom's response?

"Oh Natalie, you can't be doing that!"

Like I do these things one purpose ; )