Accusations

Right, so a certain someone whom shall remain nameless (mostly,) recently accused me of having a negligible capacity to navigate conversationally. (No room to talk) Well, that tends to be true, case in point;

I was walking up, (yea, up) the stairs to go to choir a few days ago, and of course there were a bunch of people standing at the bottom, and of course I was in a hurry, and of course I had chosen the big, clunker, huge, combat boots due to the snowy conditions (no, I can't blame it on the snow...I tried.) and of course I caught my toe on the step and fell. Just a little, and just a second or two of actual falling time (comparatively, when looking at previous incidents) but it would seem that they ALL happened to be looking at the time. After a burst of uncharitable laughter, some snide comment was made (yea, well, he shall remain nameless too, even though he doesn't deserve anonymity!) about no one having seen it and I retorted with a threat (Something along the lines of "these boots are good for kicking too!") and I thought it was the end of another round of Lady Anne's ritual humiliation techniques. Until I discovered that every time we cross paths, they suddenly find themselves very clumsy, tripping on nothing, and making comments ("tell her to watch out, cause we don't have an elevator over here and those stairs can be tricky"). Oy. I would throw something, but can't seem to find anything big enough. Or sharp enough.
Of course, I am extremely lucky that none of those people were around for my next great achievement...which was the next day. I was on my way to NT, down stairs this time(there are just too many stairs here). And, of all the unwise occupations people employ while mobilizing, I was...well, I was...OK, yeah, I was reading. But I have the steps counted and I am never paying attention, and I walk it ten times a day so there is no excuse for the resulting calamity (Jane). I went to step the last step at the bottom and fell two steps instead, rolling head over heels, flinging my book wildly, (good thing it wasn't crowded, it would have creamed someone. BIG book!) dropping my book bag, and even losing my shoe. Know how whenever Hobbs hits Calvin his shoes and such go flying? That is what it looked like. I promise. But, neither a scrape nor a bruise, I calmly try to gather the tattered robes of my dignity (and school/wardrobe items) around me and allow the GENTLEMEN who were there to help me recollect and get to class somewhat on time. It was not a happy day for me. But I haven't heard a word since from either one of them!

Let that be a lesson to you! and Take a page out of their book! and I can't think of any more school related cliches.


Naw, I don't mind really, just Rico's comment reminded me I hadn't shared with the world on this particular set of stupidities.
So, there ya go...enjoy. Laugh, be happy, smile, send me candy as a consolation prize. :-}

Lady Anne

As Previously Promised...

More gore! Here is a pic of the bed where the experiment was completed. (The spot at the top is where his head was, the spots at the bottom are on the blanket they laid around his neck to catch all the blood he was trying to get rid of.)This is the table that had all the instruments of torture on it. (Look closely, there is blood on that there blue face cover thing. And the wad of gauze under it. I told you, the boy wouldn't stop bleeding!)

There be the cause of many a gray hair on his poor mother's head. Sturdy little buggers, too. Although completely covered and caked in blood, they are actually still wearable. Not that I am gonna let him. Well, maybe just not while playing football with guys that much larger than he is.

And here is a little better view of it. More forth coming...

Lady Anne

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Curly fries are really just deep fried potato hairs.

Snow + Steps = Funny

I just saw a kid fall down. Not hard, but very embarrassing for a High School-er. I wanted to laugh, but I just asked if he was OK and sped on my way, mostly because I didn't want to chortle in his face, but I laughed later...sensitive of me, huh? I know, I know, I even amaze myself.

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A conversation I had recently:
R.C.-"When do you play those bags?"
Me- "What?"
R.C.-"You know. Those tone bags."
Me- "What are you talking about?"
R.C.- "Those tone bags, do you just play them at weddings or funerals or what?"
Me- "Wait...bagpipes?"
R.C.- "Yea, those. Is it for special occasions or just when ever?"
Me- Long interval where I come unglued.

LadyAnne

Come fail with me, come fail, we'll fail away...

It's snowing. Seems like after Christmas the winter is over and we should go ahead and get ready for spring, but it looks like the crazy weather man has other ideas. We should find him and make him stop giving the weather, then it wouldn't be, right? He only reports things like rain and snow and floods and tornadoes, (wait, there aren't a lot of tornadoes up here is there?) so if we could stop him, then we would have perfect, balmy weather all the time. Sounds good in theory, anyway.

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Today in English:
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Tact is for those who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic. -T2
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There was an old man from where ever... -A.P. (Ooh, Phil...will you write me a limerick? Just the rest of this one? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?)
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The title of this post was sung (if you can call it that) to me by T2. To the tune of "Come fly with me" by Frank Sinatra or whoever.

Lady Anne

Never knew how much the long ago schooling of the MOTN had made my forehead say "I'll fix it!" If you are un-wise enough to wear something merely because fashion dictates, then why must I be the unwary recipient of the blood and guts resulting from your shoe or sunglasses mishaps? Although, the funky hook looking needle was very cool to see going in and out of the wound. Bwahaha! And I got to help (a little) moving the bloody rags and counting sutures. He even explained and taught the different knots to me. Although, if I ever hurt myself, (which I won't because I am too smart to do stuff like that...) please don't take me to the doctor who has a name like Dr. Dismal (Dizzmaal). Kinda freaky. I expected us to maybe leave there with large bolts coming out of His neck, and a new brain or something. (Hey, not a bad idea. Maybe it'd be a better one. :} ) And of course, my first close encounter of the gory kind and there were no batteries in my crazy camera! I could have videoed the whole thing, complete with sound! But no, no such luck. All we got were nasty cell phone captures, not bad, but certainly not good either...

Very gaping, which I knew was not normal for a "No big deal cut"...

And oddly enough, the sunglasses were all plastic, rounded edges, 'safety' glasses. So it was all brunt force that actually split the layers of skin to within two or three of the brow bone. And I got to see him digging around in it with scary metal tools, and he showed me the last layer that was split. Cool. T2 was a bit annoyed we were probing about I am sure. No pain, just face covered by blue cloths and flat out with bright lights shining down, alien abduction-ish experience. I enjoyed it, though.

Five stitches, four normal, one in the middle all special to keep it flush together to reduce the scarring...

There is still lots of blood in his eyebrow, and after the doc cleaned it he had to get the needle and such ready, so he left it for a bit. Well, cleaning the wound removed the clots of blood, so it started bleeding again profusely.....all down the side of his head and into his hair and ear. So there was lots of blood on the bed and gauze and cloths. Sweet. Any who, back to remove stitches in ten days. Cool, I will have my camera I promise. More gore will be forth-coming. (Sorry, all you of the weak stomachs and queasy minds.)

Then, well actually before, but CoffeeChica didn't tell me until later that she had fallen down the ramp (sounds familiar, don't it?) and scraped her foot/ankle all up. Now I fall a lot, (funny story...never mind,I'll tell ya later) but never actually hurt myself. Just talented I guess. But then again, I clean stuff out instead of leaving bits of asphalt in odd abrasions on my appendages. I finally looked at it yesterday/today and it is not a trivial matter at all, well, not any more anyways...

Before my amazing emergency medical treatment, Though after soaking to remove all man made materials...like, oh, I don't know, ROCK maybe? Both taken at the same time, but you can see how swollen it still is even after some treatment.

Then...

After the amazing me had visit my healing powers on her un-worthy self.

It was interesting, but kinda spread it out for me, can't ya guys? Try not to completely wear me out. No more football, or ....walking(?) for a while til I get rested up, K?

LadyAnne
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Overheard this week:

You're skew-ing, you're skew-ing! -N.C. (R.C.'s brother)
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I have a masters degree in electronic hand-eye coordination equipment. (Video games) -Sant T.
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We nice the friend- Shan T. (on one of those phrasebuilder picture frames that have different word magnets)