I posted the last little story about my computer. After posting it I headed off at 9 pm to my 9:25 pm kickball game. Yes, I am on a church kickball team (The River Gang) in a parks and rec league. I am a pitcher, the oldest woman on the team and not very good. But we have lots of fun and lots of laughs and it’s not that beat-the-other-team-into-the-ground kind of team. We are there just for fun and we have lots of it.

So as I was saying, at 9pm I headed alone to my game up at the college. My older kids were traveling separately but heading up to cheer me on. Dw stayed home so that Isaiah could get to bed. As I was traveling on Route 3 I saw the blue lights in my rear view mirror. UGH! I am not a speeder. I knew exactly why he was stopping me – I have a tail light that is broken and the tape that has been covering it had come off leaving too much white light showing. I pulled over and waited and I instantly became nervous and undid my seatbelt. Knowing I was now looking at being late for my game I decided to hurry the process and get out my license too.

Mr. Policeman walked up to me and I told him I knew my tail light tape was off and had been going to put new tape on that very day (all true, but he has no clue who I am or about my integrity). He said, “Well I am looking for people drinking and your tail light was my excuse to check you.” He then said, “Can you tell me why your seatbelt is undone?” UGH!! I explained that I got nervous when he stopped me and undid it without thinking. I then handed him my license, only I had pulled out my VISA instead and handed that thinking it was my license. He said, “What are you trying to do, buy me off already?” Jeepers.

Unbeknownst to me, about this time my kids started out on Route 3. They saw the blue lights in the distance and started laughing, “Ha-ha! Someone got a speeding ticket! Ha-hahahaha – it sucks to be them! Hahaha!!” All the way around Route 3 as they approached the lights flashing they were laughing amongst themselves about the poor soul who had been stopped.

As they whizzed by they said, “WAIT! Is that mom?” Then they laughed even more, but now feeling a tinge of sympathy for me.

I ended up late to the game and as I got there they needed me to kick immediately. So I ran right up to kick. I haven’t played since the horse kicked me, so I am more rusty and squeaky than normal.

Well I got an awesome kick – a double! Wow! Someone else eventually kicked me to home and as I was heading to home their catcher was blocking the base. I have been told to just plow into them if they are blocking, but it so not in my nature – after all that wouldn’t be nice and it would hurt! So I slammed on my brakes, only these brakes are rusty and I tripped and thudded a double bounce to the ground – knocking the wind partially out of my lungs. Can anyone spell “I s-h-o-u-l-d h-a-v-e s-t-a-y-e-d h-o-m-e?” My knee was banged up and so was my body.

Between my computer problem, the police and the injury – WOW! WHat an evening. Saturday had to be better.

Saturday did start out with lots of fun – yard sales! In the afternoon the kids and a friend of theirs wanted to tube the river. We thought maybe I could ride my bike on the river trail and just kind of keep an eye on them, after all it’s a white water rafting river.

So I dropped the kids off at the River, drove the car about 3 miles away and got on an old cruiser bike and headed up the River trail to meet them. As I was riding my bike I got a text from a sweet friend who is having a difficult time. She told me some terrible news in the text and it definitely shook me up. I felt distraught for her.

I called Dw to tell him as I rode. Now you have to understand the trail twists and turns over little hills and is not hard, but definitely not a straight shot. So while telling him and trying to steer I lost my balance and fell – hard! I started to cry and he said he would come get me. Nope! I am not a quitter and I will be fine. I hung up and took off again, praying hard for my friend and her situation and still texting with her while I road (yeah, I know, I should know better).

I had to make a turn over a foot bridge and misjudged the turn and that bike had a mind of its own and went off the trail and down the dirt fast, I panicked and couldn’t even think what to do. I saw people at the bottom of the path and truthfully I was so panicked that I couldn’t thiink of what to do other than jump off the bike. So I prayed and jumped. Now, at just about to turn the big 5-0 I am not a bike jumper and never in my life did I have a clue what to do to properly jump from the bike. I didn’t even let go of the handles. I know you are all thinking, “what a dork”. You’re right. I was paralyzed with what to do and definitely did not pick the best option. Applying the brakes would have been probably been the best choice. (total dork)

I skidded on my bee-hind and leg down the rocks and dirt at record speed. I laid there until I was able to get up as my leg was killing me. And yes, this is the same leg that Mistletoe kicked less than one month before and which stil has a hematoma healing in it. When I finally tried to get up it was so painful I reached around and touched where the pain was and when I pulled my hand back it was entirely covered, fingers and palm in blood.

To make an even longer story shorter, when I got home Tyler was able (since he is also an EMT) to pick the rocks and pieces of sticks out of my bee-hind and leg, it took him an hour and a half. He said there is some muscle exposed too. He put it best when he said it looks like someone took a cheese shredder and went to town on my leg and butt.

Sleeping, sitting and walking are not very fun at the moment and yes, I am mad at myself for being such a dork.

So at this point I have decided that this is the summer of some new resolutions: no more horses, no more kickball and no more bike rides on the River trail. I told Dw I am not even going to scrapbook anymore cause that involves scissors! Reading is my new favorite hobby. Got any good books to recommend?
**PS “sucks” is not something that we say in our home. BUT our grown up kids who have left the nest do use it (it seems everyone in that age group does!). I hate it, and only am repeating what they said when they saw the police lights.