Aug 192013

I find it amazing that I can be walking along and find myself in sudden pain… my feet… holy cow! Two steps across the sidewalk provides me with about 600 sticker burrs in my shoes. I wish I could find some product that will rid my surroundings of those little bastards. They hurt so bad! And they are wondrous little things. We haven’t had any rain to speak of in more than a month and the temperatures have been of the  triple digit variety for weeks on end… and yet those little spiny bastards grow. Big cracks in the yard at least as big as the Grand Canyon but the sticker bastards prevail. Incredible.

I sure thought work was going to calm down a bit but I was wrong. Things remain busy…. as I sat down at my desk I couldn’t figure out what to tackle first. Everything was put on hold for so long for the exercise that I am now sort of lost on what’s next. I mean, I know what I need to get done but it’s sort of a lost type feeling inhabiting me now. It will pass as the next few days roll on by.

I face planted the wall the other night. I woke up Sunday morning and had this big scabby mark on my chin. I studied and studied it in the mirror but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out where it came from or what it was. I also have a similar mark on my arm and hand. Well… it finally dawned on me… or more correctly, I remembered what happened. In a half awake hazy fog in the middle of the night I got up to go to the restroom. And I face planted the wall on the way. How in the world did I not remember that?? It came to me finally this morning.


Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  3 Responses to “Sticker Burrs and Face Plants”

  1. We spent several months in Arizona during the winter several years ago. Our poodle got so he couldn’t get off the asphalt to use the bathroom because of those stickers. A friend of ours called them goat’s heads because they seemed to have horns. As to the face plant, selective memory.

  2. In my old place we had holly leaves that would grab my feet and hook into my flesh. I didn’t know if it hurt more taking them out or just leaving them in.

  3. Ouch. I planted my face in the road last year – and have a scarred upper lip to remind me. The wobbliness that the dread disease brings can be SUCH a bitch.

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