Act macho all you want J lo. I know the 10 yr olds got PO'd at you for trying to play in their tag game. The only way to get rid of you was to kick your butt.
Act macho all you want J lo. I know the 10 yr olds got PO'd at you for trying to play in their tag game. The only way to get rid of you was to kick your butt.
'Acting Macho'? Me? Now I'm all perklempt....
Lets just say that my little buddy needed straightening out when I was an infant, think question mark. I still have the mark from where the did the straighetening.
I have 4 distinct scars. The first is from when I was not even 4 years old. I was walking around my friend's house and we were both under a blanket. Well, we went into the kitchen to scare his mother, and then ran out. Well, not being such a see-through blankie, I ran *SMACK* into the corner of the counter. Got a nice scar about 2 inches above my right eyebrow. Got stitches for that one.
Next came the one on the knuckle of my left index finger. Got that at my friend's house (a different friend) in her basement. We were goofing around while our parents were chatting upstairs. I was swinging myself around a support pole and at one point I stuck my arm out and wacked my hand on something. It turned out to be a broken sheet of glass. It was deep, but my mom just bandaged it up and that was that.
The third I acquired much later in life. I was working for a landscaping company in Upstate New York. It was my task to trim the yews, which I took such delight in because it allowed me to use these huge electric clippers. These clippers had two large blades, and when in motion, one blade would retract and the other would shift out. Anyway, I was rounding out a corner of a yew and somehow got my knee in the way. Made a nice cut on my right knee. Got 12 stitches for that one and a week off of work. Paid. :)
I've saved the best for last. When I was just about 2, we were camping with some friends. My mother had just out me down for a nap in our tent. Well, about 20 minutes later (this is her narrative) I started screaming. When she got to me I was grabbing at the back of my head. Seems a tick got to me and had...uh...burrowed its way underneath my skin. My father had to burn the sucker out. I don't remember much of the incident, but no doubt it hurt like all hell.
That's it, I think.
Next came the one on the knuckle of my left index finger. Got that at my friend's house (a different friend) in her basement. We were goofing around while our parents were chatting upstairs. I was swinging myself around a support pole and at one point I stuck my arm out and wacked my hand on something. It turned out to be a broken sheet of glass. It was deep, but my mom just bandaged it up and that was that.
The third I acquired much later in life. I was working for a landscaping company in Upstate New York. It was my task to trim the yews, which I took such delight in because it allowed me to use these huge electric clippers. These clippers had two large blades, and when in motion, one blade would retract and the other would shift out. Anyway, I was rounding out a corner of a yew and somehow got my knee in the way. Made a nice cut on my right knee. Got 12 stitches for that one and a week off of work. Paid. :)
I've saved the best for last. When I was just about 2, we were camping with some friends. My mother had just out me down for a nap in our tent. Well, about 20 minutes later (this is her narrative) I started screaming. When she got to me I was grabbing at the back of my head. Seems a tick got to me and had...uh...burrowed its way underneath my skin. My father had to burn the sucker out. I don't remember much of the incident, but no doubt it hurt like all hell.
That's it, I think.
hmmm...so this tick...are you sure it wasn't some kind of alien camera, OB?
My right knee is a warfield of scars. One big one down the middle from cutting my knee open on a culvert, and 6 more from two orthroscopys. I also have one around my left eye - 10 stiches from getting drilled by a large stick. And I have a scar just below my lip from trying to make a diving tackle on a guy and his cleat went right through.
hmmm...so this tick...are you sure it wasn't some kind of alien camera, OB?
I'm afraid I am not allowed to answer those questions, Joel. Let's just say the government's got a file on me...
I'm afraid I am not allowed to answer those questions, Joel. Let's just say the government's got a file on me...
2 years ago I was hanging a 5' wreath for my dad. While up there I notice the nail looked a little suspect. I asked my dad to get me a new nail and a hammer. He replied that it looked pretty good to him and I shouldn't worry about it. Well, on my way down the nail gave way and the wreath landed on my head. I know have a 4" scare along my part line. 8) When I go bald I will be sure to come up with a better story.
I'm afraid I am not allowed to answer those questions, Joel. Let's just say the government's got a file on me...
A couple of nice folks just visited me asking questions about you, OB.
A couple of nice folks just visited me asking questions about you, OB.
A couple of nice folks just visited me asking questions about you, OB.
The hunka-hunka man, were those questions about my beauty, my personality, my intelligence, my phone number, or just about the impla...err...scar?
I have several as well. One little one on my forhead from when I was about 3 or 4 and decided I wanted to be a gymnast. I was doing flips on my bed and caught the headboard with my forehead.
Miscellaneous scars (mostly faded, thankfully) from falling while rollerblading, biking, skateboarding (when younger), etc.
One on my right elbow from surgery.
One on my left pinky from rollerblading under the influence with bottle of wine in hand.
Miscellaneous scars (mostly faded, thankfully) from falling while rollerblading, biking, skateboarding (when younger), etc.
One on my right elbow from surgery.
One on my left pinky from rollerblading under the influence with bottle of wine in hand.
Fox and Dana?
One on my left pinky from rollerblading under the influence with bottle of wine in hand.
I think you NEEDED that scar as a reminder, yes?
Orange, let's just say he asked alot of questions about the actual father of your baby...(did OB and Mulder 'hook up' awhile back or something?)
Starting at the top and working down.... on the back of my head, covered by hair fortunately, are two scars... one from falling on some rocks in 1st grade while fishing with my dad, the 2nd from getting drilled in the back of my head with rock from my neighbor, both required stitches.
On my right eyebrow is a fine scar stemming from a friendly wrestling match with a buddy of mine, after way too much beer and wild turkey of course. Cracked my head on a chair in his dining room, ruined his wifes new white carpet by bleeding profusely all over it and then proceeded to fall in the parking lot of the hospital emergency room.... ended up getting back into car and driven home by a sober person with no stitches received... a real mess in the morning it was....
Right wrist, nice scar where I crashed thru glass window on door of house at age 5 while chasing my sister.
Right index finger has a nice one where I stuck it into a lawnmower that, get this, was still running. Age 30, I might of known better....
Right knee, arthroscopic surgery
Right quad, stabbed myself with a knife while trying to cut an air hose here at work.
On my right eyebrow is a fine scar stemming from a friendly wrestling match with a buddy of mine, after way too much beer and wild turkey of course. Cracked my head on a chair in his dining room, ruined his wifes new white carpet by bleeding profusely all over it and then proceeded to fall in the parking lot of the hospital emergency room.... ended up getting back into car and driven home by a sober person with no stitches received... a real mess in the morning it was....
Right wrist, nice scar where I crashed thru glass window on door of house at age 5 while chasing my sister.
Right index finger has a nice one where I stuck it into a lawnmower that, get this, was still running. Age 30, I might of known better....
Right knee, arthroscopic surgery
Right quad, stabbed myself with a knife while trying to cut an air hose here at work.