I'm still a Klutz!!

Warning:This story is lengthy for no reason at all, and has no significant point . . . so unless you just love my stories, you do not have to read it!

Okay, so just in case anyone has any doubts that I am still a Klutz and prone to having accidents . . . I thought I would just share a few of my recent incidents to absolve those doubts.

I am totally a geak. I know this and those closest to me know this, but sometimes I hope that I can hide it from the world if at all possible. I was hoping that I would not do anything embarrassing here at our new residence until we were really established and had friends and all that . . . but that didn't so much happen. Ever since we have moved in we have been being very frugal. We decided that it would be a great idea to ride our bikes wherever it was feesible to ride them. So Lamon has been riding to work just about every day. We also bought a bike seat and we have the Chariot trailer for the kids, so I have been riding around with the kids. And I just will tell you that I look completely geaking with a helmet on and this is the truth. The first time I went to my parents house on my bike, my family could not stop laughing at me when they saw me. But I finally convinced myself that I was really cool for being active and riding my bike despite my geaking looking helmet. But just imagine me looking geaky in my helmet when I tell you these stories.

So a couple weeks ago we were riding to the Macks house, and on the way back Ada was screaming her gutz out so Lamon said, "Mary, why don't you take Ada and Hayden (they were in the trailer) and hurry home so you can feed her." I was like, "Okay." So off I went. Just imagine me in my geaky helmet riding home with a wailing baby . . . this alone would attract some attention . . . but it gets better. So I was approaching the intersection nearest to my home, and I have learned from Lamon that you are not supposed to get in the right turning lane on a bike and I didn't so much want to go in the driving lane (that would've made me feel stupid) So I rode up onto the sidewalk instead in order to cross at the crosswalk. But on the corner of the side walk (where the pole is with the crosswalk button thing) there is a cement circle at the bottom of the pole and the sidewalk sort of narrows right there. When I attempted to round that corner the Chariot got stuck up on that cement part and the Chariot stopped but me and my bike didn't. Me and the bike flipped right over, and it looked hilarious I promise. It was quite embarrassing, I got up on my bike and wondered all the way home how many people I knew were in that intersection at that moment . . . but then I just kept repeating to myself, "Everyone wants to be me!" And that made me feel a lot better. Anyhow, it was awesome. Wish you could have been there.
About a week later, I decided to take the kids over to the Macks house. . . and I got them all situated with Drew on the bike seat and Ada and Hayden in the trailer. And I don't know if anyone has tried to pull a trailer and balance a kid on their bike but it is pretty hard! I got going down the street, and everytime I got on and off the sidewalk I was just praying the I wouldn't fall! When I came to the intersection I was suppose to turn on I needed to turn right, and there was no way in my mind I could manage this without falling so for some idiotic reason I just kept going straight. I don't know what I was really thinking, but here I was taking a trip southbound on State Street for no apparent reason. I was too scared to turn right on my bike so I went past the intersection that took me to the Macks and just kept on going. Perhaps Heavenly Father knew that eventually I would end up in Springville or Spanish Fork or something since I had no plans to ever make a turn on my bike so He intervined I believe on my behalf and we got a flat tire. So somewhere at a tire store on St. Street Me in my geaky helmet and my kids all sat there until my Brother and Lamons Dad came and got us and loaded our bikes in a big trailer and took us to the Macks. Oh I love to be me. I will never run out of stories! In fact here is my last one, and it doesn't involve a bike at all.
At my house we have two sets of stairs. Me and stairs don't get along all of the time, but I haven't really had any incidents for years until the other day. At the very top of the stairs I somehow missed a step or something I don't really know but I tumbled . . . well not really tumbled I sort of flew and just landed on the bottom step. Lamon was downstairs watching television and I was waiting for him to run over to see if I was okay . . . but he just sat there. Finally I sort of laughed a little . . . and suddenly Lamon just let loose. He laughed so hard. I couldn't believe it! How mean! I was telling Liz about my accident a couple days later, and she couldn't believe that Lamon could be so mean. Then later that day I managed to fall down those same stairs, and you know what? Liz did the same thing as Lamon. Only I think she laughed longer and harder! I cannot evoke anything but laughter out of people! I get injured and people laugh at me! Anyway, I'm done! I warned everyone that this would be long. So I do not even feel a bit sorry if you are still reading, and are wondering why you have wasted your time!