Way back when I was 13 years old I got invited to my very first boy girl party. I was so over the moon excited and could not wait. Now at the time I had no idea what boys and girls did together at parties, but I did know it sounded so exciting. And grown up.
It was at my friend Linda's house and all the cool kids were going. Including a lot of boys that I had crushes on at the time.
The party ended up being pretty much cliche for a boy girl party. All the girls standing around waiting to be asked to dance. All the boys ignoring all the girls and standing around talking sports.
Until someone had the fantastic idea to play football outside.
Now I was quite the tomboy as a kid and this was not my first time playing football with guys. Been there. Done that. A million times.
Although the boys I normally played with were a) boys from my neighborhood that I had been playing with for years and b) boys that didn't play football on any organized teams. We were just young kids having a ball playing some backyard football.
These boys at the party? I had never played with them before and most of them played organized football on the school team. With other boys. And pads.
So half an hour into my very first boy girl party, I went out for a long pass, made an impressive catch and immediately got tackled by two of these boys. A full on, full speed boy tackle. And as I came crashing to the ground, I knew it wasn't going to be good.
I broke my arm close to my shoulder.
Party over for me. No first kiss. No spin the bottle. Hello, emergency room.
Fast forward to Wednesday. My son's first day of school for this year. The start of Mommy Vacation, as I like to call it.
I'm running around trying to scoot the dog back into the house so I can run downtown to an appointment and I trip coming up the back steps and do a head dive into the side of the house. And I "broke" my fall with my arm. And my knee. But mostly my arm.
So now I'm sporting a splint and sling.
Radial head fracture.
Party over for me. No Mommy Vacation. No savoring this first week of school. Hello, emergency room.
So since I have nothing exciting to show you today and I'm a little bit mellow (code word for grumpy), I thought you might enjoy some other breaking news from around the internet:
I can't remember how I ran across this blog. Maybe through Instagram? But anyhow, I love her style. Go check out Circa '34 when you're in need of some vintage eye candy.
Our friend Brenda at Cozy Little House has rounded up 10 flavored ice tea recipes which are perfect for these last days of summer (if one could enjoy them with one's arm in a sling).
Musings from Kim K.
I'm so sorry to read of chain of events that led up to the broken arm. Dang. I hope it's a super speedy recovery too.
Jemma
I am so sorry to hear about your broken arm-ouch.
Sending wishes for a speedy recovery,
Jemma
Kirby
Can you fib about how you broke it? Like tell people you were figure skating or something? Speedy recovery!
Dianne
Ow! I hope it heals fast. What a bummer way to start Mommy Vacation!
Hugs,
Dianne
Vickie
Oh no, Pam!! I'm so sorry you're home nursing a broken bone when you should be enjoying "me" time!! I hope you have a speedy recovery!!
xo, Vickie
debbiedoos
And don't forget no spin the bottle this time either Pam. You can still have a kiss though I am sure from the hubby! Hope you heal quickly soon. That stinks!!!!!!!!!!!
Mary Ferguson
Oh dear, I am so sorry to hear of your accident. Hopefully you will mend quickly and have some free time for your vacation.
Take care and watch were you walk.
Have a restful weekend.
Mary
Kristine
Ouch! Sorry about your poor arm, but I suspect it will not keep you down for long! Since projects my be a bit of a challenge, we will look forward to some more cooking posts! Hope you feel better soon!
Cindy
I'm so sorry for your fall. It must have been a bit scary too. I appreciate the fun blog tips. Going to check them out. Feel better
Cindy