Today I decided on some short bites relating to this weeks Top Four. So, here's some other things that have happened that were not good. Nope. Not good at all.
First time riding my tricycle around the block by myself and getting accosted by two mean neighbor kids. I had to run over their toes.
Almost getting strangled in 4th grade gym class by a fellow student who thought I put his leather jacket in the toilet. I did not.
Mark from elementary school. That's all that needs to be said. He was mean and gross and disgusting and tormented me from Kindergarten to 4th grade. I'm sure he's a nice person now, but back then, not so much.
Ripping my shorts on a nail during play rehearsal my senior year of high school.
My first year of college. No details, use your imagination.
Puerto Vallarta. You'll have to read my current WIP to find out about that one.
Daughter # 1 (henceforth referred to as Mary) falling down the stairs at 18 months old. I'm not a bad parent, I was right next to her about to grab her hand. And I was 9 months pregnant, so there was no way to catch her.
Daughter # 2 (henceforth known as Rachel) almost getting hit by a car in a crosswalk at about 2 years old. I pulled her arm so hard I thought I might dislocate her shoulder. I was pissed (excuse my french). That guy got a letter from my lawyer (my dad), just to scare the crap out of him so he would be more careful when driving through crosswalks.
I think that's all. Please come back next week for my next top four, which I think will be wacky moments.
Cd of the week Nirvana's Nevermind
Show of the week Heroes, I'm only on season 3 so don't ruin it for me.
Movie of the week, In Bruges, Brenden Gleeson, Colin Farrell, the mob, there's nothing more to say.
Book of the week, Scotti Cohn's One Wolf Howls, totally adorable picture book teaching about the lives of wolves.
Have a good weekend all, hope to see you Monday.
Kisses :*
Megan
Awww... thanks for the shout-out, Megan! Your story about Rachel reminded me of something that happened to my daughter at 2-3 years old. My friend and I were at a park with our children. I saw my daughter walking toward what I thought was a low rock wall "dead end" kind of place. Instead, it led to steps going up to the street. She was in the street before I could blink, and a huge truck was coming at her. My friend and I started waving our arms and screaming and running. The truck miraculously stopped in time. It would have been totally my fault if my daughter had been hit. I will never, ever forget it. Talk about self-loathing!
ReplyDeleteYikes. Scary story. Glad nothing happened.
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