tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post8671685124622608087..comments2023-09-11T08:33:57.537-05:00Comments on Message in a Bloggle: the Art of Being Broken: Improper Poll: Bad TripsTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-73407160390726586582013-10-20T08:26:53.400-05:002013-10-20T08:26:53.400-05:00Now, see, if it's a REAL sports injury - espec...Now, see, if it's a REAL sports injury - especially one in which you passed out - you are pretty much a hero rather than a dork in my book!Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-85853338956523272572013-10-20T08:24:54.015-05:002013-10-20T08:24:54.015-05:00Thanks, Lisa! You're right - guess I'm luc...Thanks, Lisa! You're right - guess I'm lucky it wasn't a bigger appendage, because that thing hurt for several years!Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-17481769516769483182013-10-20T08:20:42.512-05:002013-10-20T08:20:42.512-05:00Sounds like your HATT and mine both flunked out of...Sounds like your HATT and mine both flunked out of the same H school. Time to pass that HATT...to someone else.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-41116742713775858602013-10-18T08:44:07.012-05:002013-10-18T08:44:07.012-05:00Ouch. Just reading about your trip on the treadmil...Ouch. Just reading about your trip on the treadmill made me wince. I've had many embarrassing trips, so many my dad used to call me "Grace," and not because I was graceful. My most memorable and public trip was in high school during a varsity volleyball tournament. I ran back for the ball and somehow tripped as I returned the volley. The ball was launched and apparently went over the net to score a point, but I didn't see that--I saw stars. So, everyone in the packed auditorium saw my trip. I remember waking up with one of the nuns patting my face asking me if I was okay.Donna Volkenannthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04540727800410234483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-7385338269098271752013-10-16T13:49:03.143-05:002013-10-16T13:49:03.143-05:00My daughter is the family tripper, so much so that...My daughter is the family tripper, so much so that although her name is Christina we call her Grace. That isn't to say I haven't done my fair share of falling, but nothing as consistent as my daughter's, or as funny as yours! I'm glad all you hurt was your finger.Lisa Ricard Clarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15014582949326182166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-67496293151591341472013-10-16T13:14:18.497-05:002013-10-16T13:14:18.497-05:00I was walking with my husband-at-the-time (HATT) o...I was walking with my husband-at-the-time (HATT) out of a flooring store. We had a jeep at the time, and it was the height of summer. So I was wearing shorts. For some reason (geez, I wonder...), I was the one carrying all the carpet samples, while he walked freely, swinging his arms, jingling the car keys and (probably) whistling a merry little tune. I couldn't see the ground for the carpet squares flapping in my face, and tripped over the parking curb. Carpet square went flying, and every employee and customer stared out the huge floor-to-celing windows of the store. HATT laughed. My knee and shin were skinned up, a little bloody. But the physically pain was nothing compared to that embarrassment... Amusing? Um, not for me!! But certainly HATT got a kick out of it. Maybe one of many reasons he went from "H" to "HATT." Ha.Beth M. Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03616567155106948675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-43126172095499755712013-10-16T08:17:39.147-05:002013-10-16T08:17:39.147-05:00Can't argue with science.Can't argue with science.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-39060752293633933262013-10-16T08:14:32.918-05:002013-10-16T08:14:32.918-05:00No kidding! Unless you're tripping into ovens ...No kidding! Unless you're tripping into ovens while holding knives....Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-64542546625722209762013-10-16T08:12:32.993-05:002013-10-16T08:12:32.993-05:00You and Pat reminded me that I usually trip in lar...You and Pat reminded me that I usually trip in large crowds of children. Fortunately they're not supposed to have their cameras out in school.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-67195458468133215252013-10-16T08:09:35.988-05:002013-10-16T08:09:35.988-05:00You made me laugh, Pat. I do the same thing. You made me laugh, Pat. I do the same thing. Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02141883867104777688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-14458690673921101312013-10-15T22:23:21.273-05:002013-10-15T22:23:21.273-05:00Trips, yes. Amusing, no. There was no one in the f...Trips, yes. Amusing, no. There was no one in the forest to hear me fall.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-71725237177472361872013-10-15T18:31:08.301-05:002013-10-15T18:31:08.301-05:00I trip ALL the time. I have even tripped going UP ...I trip ALL the time. I have even tripped going UP the stairs, which takes great talent.<br /><br />(And I do the same thing Pat does. I check out how many people witnessed my gawkiness. Fortunately, I often do it at times when there is not a crowd around to film it and then put it on youtube...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-12799830906025542013-10-15T06:54:06.534-05:002013-10-15T06:54:06.534-05:00Most of my trips are ugly...very ugly. I have noti...Most of my trips are ugly...very ugly. I have noticed, though, that when I trip up in public my first instinct is to look around and see if anyone noticed. Yep, even before checking to see if anything is broken.<br /><br />Pat<br />Critter Alley Pat Wahlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01138619912065680084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7795370529696691543.post-22298236610668493422013-10-14T18:33:42.907-05:002013-10-14T18:33:42.907-05:00I rather like the idea that one trips because of b...I rather like the idea that one trips because of being "several steps ahead". Way to put some shine on it!<br /><br />I don't trip a lot. But I can't be trusted around ovens or knives. :-) I almost think I'd rather stumble here and there!<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.com