Well it official, i am called Grace by my children, they have always given me different names through the years per accidents i seem to have . BadBevNow, Motor Mouth, Grace, etc. And i always loved it and laughed with them. My accidents were always so funny, if they didnt hurt, but i usually got a broken bone some where in my body.
Broken left wrist, fell roller skating, Broken left foot, tripped over a Sock, yes this is true. Broken left foot big Toe, dropped a rock on it. Broken Right Foot, on our way to Florida, my son rented us a cottage right on the beach, i always wanted one where i could walk out my door and I'm right on the beach, and guess what happened on the way down to Florida, Yep you guessed it right, got up to go to the bath room and tripped on a roll in the carpet, had to go to the clinic, this was a bad break , so painful, I had to be on crutches, Have you ever tried to walk in the sand on crutches, well it doesnt work, and its painful. Well we kept the cottage so the kids and grand kids could use it for the beach.,
Broken left foot, slammed the truck door on it, dont ask!!! Now yesterday, i went to get in the Shower, hit the Shower door with my right foot, at the toes, yep you guessed right again, 3 middle toes broken, throbbed all night, bruised and swollen. Dr. said i will give you a Rx. for pain, then said oh! That's right you cant have any thing for pain (CKD), so maybe a Tylenol once in a while, and i dont like Tylenol, but tonight I'm sure i will take one. So this is the saga of my Broken bones. Of course the word Grace is a play on being kluty.. I would much rather be called Grace, its a beautiful name and so Graceful, Do you Get It Yet?