Monday's Memories; "Mama's goin' down!"

This week's Monday Memories is about...ME!

Last weekend K had a soccer game. When I pulled into the parking lot in my big old Suburban there were few spaces left, but I was lucky enough to find one right near the fence that divides the parking lot and the field. When I pulled into the space, I had to get somewhat close to the pick-up truck which was parked in the space next to me on my driver's side. The owners of the truck were still inside and they had a look of sheer terror as I maneuvered into the space. I'm sure they thought I was going to take off the entire passenger side of their truck.

Ahhh...but they know not what an excellent driver I am and how after 6.5 years of driving the boat I have mastered all parking lot skills. Okay - maybe not ALL parking lot skills but the important ones anyway!

After safely parking my boat, the expressions on the faces of my parking lot neighbors eased up a bit until the doors opened and my circus car began to unload. Out came M with a soccer ball, a jacket, and a toy. Out came F with a jacket and a blanket. Out came K with a jacket, a jersey, and a water bottle. Out came Daddy with a chair, an extra water bottle, and a few jackets. And of course out came Mommy with...what else but a camera. Once again my new neighbors had terror in their eyes as I'm sure they thought that one of my little darlings would push just a bit too hard on the door as it flew open and it would slam right into the side of their truck.

Ahhh...but they know not how many times my children have heard the phrase...

"When you open the door, watch out for the car next to you!"

We escaped yet again without a single ding to our neighbors vehicle. Our arms full of all the necessary paraphernalia, we all climbed over the split rail fence that divides the lot and the field and headed off to the game. Once we got situated at the field I realized I had forgotten to bring the snack roster for the other parents. I headed back to the Suburban and when I got there I noticed that the truck people were still in their vehicle and were once again giving me the evil eye. I went about my business getting the roster and locking the doors as I headed back.

And then...

I flung my leg over the split rail fence and was teetering with one leg on each side. A thought crossed through my mind. An evil thought...

"What if I lost my balance and fell off of this fence with these people sitting just 2 feet away watching my every move?"

That was it. Just a single thought was all it took.

This...

tried to scale this...

and became one with this...

Did I drop the snack roster to try to save myself? Oh no, THAT thought never crossed my mind...only the evil thought which tricked my body into thinking that's what it was supposed to do.


I went down, down, down, and landed flat on my butt. At that point I guess you could say my ass was grass - or my ass was in the grass. I gave a whole new meaning to the phrase "Become one with nature." And yes, my parking space neighbors were still watching me. I think their prior expressions of fear were replaced with expressions of sheer entertainment.

I casually got up and walked back to the game never looking back and honestly not really caring that they saw me.

You know you have matured when you fall off a split rail fence in front of a truck full of people and your caboose is more bruised than your ego!

Yeah...age is a beautiful thing!