The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Literal Tree

I survived the Great Southern Plains Rendezvous of 08!

(We made it through a weekend of Scout Camp. Next time, remind me to take the air mattress just in case I am too big of a princess to use just a sleeping pad. (I am.))

A bunch of the little monkeys were climbing this great-for-climbing tree. The Boy asked if he could climb the tree. Uh, Hell to the No. We were out in the middle of nowhere. I know how graceful he is (He gets that from me.) and I didn't want to risk it. He kept asking and kept asking and kept asking until he wore me down.

"Okay, but don't go real high and BE CAREFUL."

This caused much elation on his part. He spun around and took off running toward the tree. Then he immediately tripped over a tent stake and went ass over tea kettle.

There ya go.

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Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong. - George Carlin

Wanna point and laugh at me?

'Cause I fell on my face this morning.

And it wasn't just a normal, run of the mill fall. It was straight out of the cartoons.

I was carrying a box of 150 DVDs in cardboard sleeves to another building on campus. It had been spitting freezing rain and was pretty miserable. I was thisclose to the building and when crossing the crosswalk, I stepped on a metal plate that covers a drainage area.

Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! The legs started flying. Leaning forward. Leaning backward. Leaning forward again. Then blam! I would have totally face planted if it weren't for the box of DVDs I was holding in front of me.

My knees both hit the concrete. The right way harder than the left. My hands both hit the concrete. Again, the right way harder than the left. (My torso was protected by the box, but the box didn't fair well.) The middle half of both of my pant legs were soaked. AND! PLUS! ALSO! One of the buses was stopped practically across the street letting people on. So I had an audience.

Smooooth.