Have I lost weight?

Excuse me for a moment while I interrupt the start of this post.  I have to take a moment to thank you all for your votes and support during American Crafter.  I didn't make it through to round 3, but I had a really, really fun time and perhaps at some point I will give it another go. So, thanks for voting, thanks for sticking around and following me, thanks for being you...awesome, awesome you!

Do you remember me telling you a few months ago that I am a Jungle Girl?

I haven't talked much about it because I don't quite know how to define it.  I am the does-that-really-happen-to-real-people person.   If something strange is going to happen to a person in the room, I'm that person.  

But I don't always know how to tell you without sounding like a whiner or something.  But, you know, sometimes weird things happen.  Sometimes injuries happen in really funny ways.  Sometimes my crafts don't turn out at all right because I'm a Jungle Girl.  Sometimes I just have to share these moments so that I can laugh at them while you laugh at them and I feel better and not quite so embarrassed. 

Here's a good example:

Were you expecting a picture?  Yeah, sorry.  I didn't take a picture.  Read on and you'll understand why.

A couple of days ago, I had to drive to town for a Primary meeting.  I decided, since it takes about half an hour to drive to town, that I would save gas and do my grocery shopping after the meeting.  I was wearing a skirt.

And, honestly, I kind of felt pretty sophisticated and cool doing my grocery shopping in heels and a skirt.  

I got it all done and headed out to my car.  It was windy outside so I didn't think much about it when I felt my long skirt hitting my ankles.  I did notice, however, when I felt some movement at my hips and looked down when I felt that movement move to my thighs.

I looked down just in time to see my happy, confidence-building, sophisticated feeling skirt land at my feet.

Yeah.

My skirt, with no provocation whatsoever, fell off!

My first thought was, Holy Crap!  My skirt just fell off!  My second thought, as I pulled it back up, was, Is anyone looking?  No one was around me in the parking lot at that moment.  Phew.  And my third thought was, I'm glad I remembered to put my slip on.  I'll never forget it again.

Then all I could do was laugh.  Seriously...how does something like that happen!

As I drove home, I got to thinking.  I think I've been taking myself too seriously lately.  Maybe I just needed a jar to remind me that even when you are wearing a skirt life is meant to be enjoyed.  

Even if I have this great craft blog, it doesn't mean my projects have to be perfect all the time.  I'm going to be honest with you, guys.  Most of the projects I start on don't turn out the way I picture them.  And, I have actually put off posting several projects because they didn't turn out like I expected them to.  I'm going to stop doing that.  

I'm here to have fun.  I'm here to do what I enjoy and to share what I enjoy.  I'm also here to work on being a better mom and wife.  That means sometimes I won't be here.  So, if I disappear for a week or 2 sometimes, don't worry, I'm just off enjoying life.  

Jungle Girl Syndrome

I am a jungle girl.

Don't worry.  I'm pretty sure it's not contagious. 

All it really means is that weird things happen to me in kind of weird and random ways.  Sort of like I'm an accident waiting to happen, but a completely odd sort of accident. 

I fall up stairs a lot.  I trip on invisible cracks in the sidewalk.  I run into walls.  I find holes no one else can find.  I've sprained pretty much every joint in my body, including my jaw.  I stepped on a stingray once--the only person in a crowd of 6 or 7 to find a stingray to step on. 

Just to name a few of my random accidents.  I've often been told things like,"How does something like that happen?" or "I've never seen anything like that before!" or "That was the most spectacular stumble I've ever seen!"  Yeah, I like to keep things entertaining. 

The good news is, none of my accidents have been serious...just strange and unusual. 

Here's a good example:

 See those vicious cuts on my hand?  You would think I had a run in with a crazy cat or a rabid squirrel or something like that.  But, no...I had a run-in with spaghetti. 

Yup, you read that right.  I said spaghetti. 

It was raw...still stiff, not floppy.  I was breaking the spaghetti in half before dropping it in the boiling water.  The last batch, though, apparently didn't want to be broken and put up a little mini fight, leaving me with those nasty scratches. 

Crazy, right? 

But, what can I say.  I'm a jungle girl.  Things like that kind of come with the territory. 

I'm still a nice person.  =)

What about you?  Are you a jungle girl (or boy)?