It's All Fun And Games Until...

Posted on May 13th, 2008 by

It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt... I've said that umpteen times to my children. Too bad I didn't heed my own advice last night. We had a stray Mylar balloon that has been hanging around the house since April 10^th. It still had some life to it, but it was only about 30% inflated. I tried to pop it by hitting it. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. I put one foot on it and put all of my weight on it. My kids were watching. "Mom, you can't pop that." said my eldest. Hmmm. I was pretty sure it would pop. It slipped out from under foot. I stepped on it with my right foot again. I put my right hand on the door jamb. I stepped on the balloon with my left foot and put my left hand on the door jamb too. The balloon shot out from under foot... defiant and unwilling to burst. Of course, I was displaced and fell backward... landing on none other than my left sacroiliac region... that's really the last thing I need to hurt. I had already hurt the right side during the autumn months, and it wasn't a fun climb to 100% recovery from the pain. Especially with the Bloomin' Metric 25 mile coming up this weekend, I can't really afford an injury. DUH! Karl walked in as I was lying on the ground. The kids told him what had happened. "Oh, you wanted to do this?" he asked. He promptly put his foot down on top of the balloon and it popped. We all laughed. He made it look so easy. As for me, I took my bruised ego and my bruised buttock into the other room... I had to go and get some ice!

This morning, as we were waiting for the bus, the girls chimed in, "You know what mom? It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt!" We looked at each other and laughed. They were right. I guess you could say "Stupid is as stupid does." If the shoe fits... might as well wear it. LOL! :-)

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about 9 hours later

Remerdre said

Ha ha ha!! You're so foolish and silly. Now if you'll excuse me, there's a spider in my bathroom, so I need to go rig the apartment with 42 tons of dynamite.

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about 10 hours later

Susan #1 said

LOL… I could handle a spider. Hell, I would even take the spider out of the house in my hand. I'm ultimately curious! I wanted to know if I could pop the balloon. Now I know I couldn't, and I have the bruise to proove it! Yeah, I'm a fool, but then again, every village needs a fool. Consider me yours! ;-)

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4 days later

Amber said

Susan, we can't take you ANYWHERE! LOL Did the kids laugh out loud immediately or were they scared you were really hurt?!

I fell down some painted wooden stairs once, okay, more then once, and my best friend curled up in a ball on the floor and HOWLED! I was really hurt! The next day she was standing on a microwave cart, remember those with the little wheels on the bottom?, trying to put a nail into the ceiling and the cart flipped on it's side, she landed in the open place where the microwave was supposed to go and it was I curled in the fetal position howling! She really was hurt! We both limped for several days and had identical bruises on our backs, shoulders, butts, and backs of our legs!

Why your balloon disaster triggered that 20 year old memory I don't know but it's the hurting oneself and the audience trying not to bust out laughing at how funny it looked that reminded me. Also, I was trying really hard not to laugh but I couldn't help it! Now can I help you up and get you some ice for that nasty bruise?! {{giggle}}