Well, last night was not a good one. As we were leaving for baseball practice, Alan got his gear out of the car and put in on the steps. I was coming down the steps, seeing the bag, tried to skip the step. Instead, I mis-stepped, and landed in the driveway - on my scrapping bag. I had so much stuff in it it saved my arm. Luckily nothing in the bag was messed up. As I lay in the driveway, trying to slowly move my limbs, waiting for the broken bone pain, it wasn't there. The only pain I had were the huge scrapes on my ankle and knee, and my pride. No one saw me fall and I as I sat there, I only started to laugh. How come I don't remember this kind of pain when I was younger, playing Mrs. Evil Kenieval (sp.?) on my bicycle riding and falling down the driveway or sidewalk at my parents house?? I guess this is the over 40 start of the down hill ride -LITERALLY!
Today I woke up with more pain than yesterday with a pulled calf muscle - at least my lower back pain went away for the time being. The scrapes on my right leg are right at the bends of my leg, so every time I move or drive, I am reminded of my fall. GEESE!!
I think tomorrow will be a better day - baseball all day - a little relaxing...
Here are 3 pages of my triplet nieces. Each one of the layouts are different like they are, so different in their personalities. One was part of a monthly page layout contest I entered, so you know I had to do 2 more to match the colors. They are hanging in my living room all together.
Raeann, Brook, and Jolynn.
