A few failures

You could say I’m a glass half full person, I like to look at the positives in every situation.  Lately I’ve had a few failures, most of them laughable that I will share.

The first one happened about 2 weeks ago.  I was out for a seemingly nice run, trying not to concentrate on a post-work headache and out of NOWHERE I found myself on the ground.  Yes, I tripped over something (maybe the sidewalk or my own feet) fell and rolled.  Not. even. kidding.  I had a very bruised knee, scrapes through my shorts and a scraped arm.  I withered in pain for about 2 minutes and then got up, walked it off and continued with my run.  The knee bruise was nasty and it’s still there and still hurts. Fail.

Later that week I went to a movie in the park with about 30 of my closest friends.  The movie ended early because of eminent storms.  I went to my car and it would not start, the battery was dead (and no Dad I did not leave my lights on).  Car fail.  The next day a few of my awesome friends helped me jump my car and replace my battery (which I will count as a success).

I will not write anymore about this: Twins road trip in Milwaukee= MAJOR FAIL.

Lastly, a success story.  Recently it was discovered that there were ants making a home in our house.  They probably thought they were welcomed into my home because I once had an ant farm and I’m sure they heard stories about my hospitality towards their ant friends.

OH I had one of these…the ants came in the mail.

Today I decided to put an end to this ant hospitality and they are now feasting on ant poison and we are saying things like, “Die ants, die!”  Ant friendship over.

…and let’s not even talk about the automatic paper towel dispensers that I am in a fight with…



One thought on “A few failures

  1. You told your dad about your car, but you did not tell your mom about your nasty fall. Hmmmm. Did anyone come to your assistance, to see if you were OK?

    Secondly, thanks for the reminder about the ant farm. I had forgotten all about that. Your uncle had one when he was growing up, which is probably why I wanted you to have one also. Ants are nice. When they are caged.

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