I
have this history of stupid, self-inflicted injuries. There was that
time when I roasted a marshmallow on a fork over the stove and then put
the fork in my mouth. My lips had a four pronged blister for a week! Or
the time I accidentally cut off the middle of my eyebrow with a pair of
scissors. I'm still trying to figure out how I managed that one. Well you know what they say, history repeats itself, and my
history of self-inflicted injuries has repeated itself three times in
the last three days!
Saturday
morning, I bought a new bike and I was so excited to break it in and go for a ride on the trails around Lake Fayetteville.
Unfortunately, my new, purple Mongoose's maiden voyage was doomed to the same fate as the Titanic's voyage. It went down! And just as the captain went down with the Titanic, so too did I go down with my bike.....twice. There
were a couple of tricky spots along the way with giant roots growing in
the middle of the trail, and I apparently didn't maneuver them very
well. I had my seat up too high and couldn't reach my feet down in time
to catch myself, so I took a tumble into the brush! Fortunately, I
managed to land on a nice pile of leaves. I took two falls before I
realized I needed to lower my seat. (Why two and not one is beyond me.) I
escaped with only a few minor scrapes and bruises and enjoyed the rest
of the ride. Luckily, my new bike is just as resilient as me and held up
beautifully to the abuse I inflicted.
Sunday,
our friends Zach and Anna, invited us over for dinner. I was in charge
of the salad and decided that I just had to have candied nuts in it. Of course, I forgot to buy them earlier in the week, so I
determined I would have to candy some nuts myself. Should be easy
enough, I thought to myself. When I caramelized some sugar, it just
smelled so delicious and I simply had to have a taste. (Hey, it's
quality control. I gotta make sure I'm serving edible food.) In my
glutinous state, I forgot that sugar caramelizes at 320 degrees and
stuck my finger right in that lava goodness. I now have a blistered
index finger to remind me.
Today, I
was so proud of myself for waking up early to fix dinner and throw it
in the crockpot before I left for work. Alyssa gave me a new recipe for
cilantro lime chicken that I was eager to try. I chopped everything up,
tossed it in the crockpot, and washed my hands with soap and water.
Then, I went to go get ready for work. Imagine my surprise and pain,
when I went to apply my makeup and realized the jalapeno residue
remained on my hands! My eyes felt like I dumped gasoline on them and
put a match to it. I couldn't even open my eyes the burning was so bad. I
tried to splash some water on my face, but quickly realized that was a
dumb idea too since I was still using my hands. I finally put my head
under the faucet and attempted to extinguish the burning with running
water. I was blinded for several minutes, and needless to say, I was
late for work this morning and never bothered to reapply my makeup. I
decided to go all natural rather than risk another eye scorching moment.
I will say that dinner turned out quite tasty almost making the whole
fiasco worth it….almost. My advice: wear
gloves when cutting jalapenos!
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