Comments on: …And Then I was Attacked by a Chupacabra

By: Ileandra Young

Ileandra Young — Mon, 30 Jul 2012 20:30:25 +0000

Never, ever stop using humour in your posts. Too funny for words!
Unfortunately I don’t have any stories quite like that to tell. Just a sprained ankle from walking downstairs in a pair of clogs. O.o

By: Rob Mahan

Rob Mahan — Thu, 12 Jul 2012 15:05:16 +0000

I’m sorry you hurt your foot! Darn sleepy Chupacabra!

By: smtraphagen

smtraphagen — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 16:27:50 +0000

This was a much needed laugh this AM. Love the story and dialogue. I have added your website/blog to my blog at http://www.smtraphagen.wordpress.com. Hope the toe is better!

By: Richard Hacker

Richard Hacker — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 15:16:07 +0000

Gotta be impressed with your ability to take action photos in the middle of a vicious cream soda attack.

By: Maryann Miller

Maryann Miller — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 12:33:01 +0000

Oh, I knew we have a lot more in common than Texas and writing. I have had so many not-so-funny accidents, I lost count of them. Broke my nose pole vaulting in my back yard. Broke my ankle several times, none as more interesting as when I tripped on a handicap ramp. Honest. I was coming out of the grocery store and stepped on the rounded part of the ramp. Ankle went one way and I went the other. My purse went flying across the parking lot with things sprinkling out along the way. The boy wheeling my groceries out asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes of course, this is how I go to my car all the time.”

All I could think was I hoped that nobody I knew was at the store. Of course that hope died the minute I heard from several voices, “Maryann. Is that you? What happened.”

By: Author Kristen Lamb

Author Kristen Lamb — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 22:09:33 +0000

By: Leslie Blanton Colaco

Leslie Blanton Colaco — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 21:47:26 +0000

Kristen,

You are a Nut. But I like you. I really do! LOL

By: Shah Wharton

Shah Wharton — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 12:13:53 +0000

I did giggle at this Kristen. Only last week I sprained my ankle playing with an English Bull dog I had the pleasure of sitting for a week (I moved in with him). I had to crawl back into the villa in agony, not sure it hadn’t broken, while a very excited, strong chunk of muscle, bull-dog dived all over me. It was agony and not entirely without sphincter moments. Ahem. The dog is soft natured, but he could easily kill, if you get my meaning. And at eye-level, I imagined the latter would be my fate. All alone (my husband, and the dogs owner were out of the country (Dubai) and I don’t even drive), I stumbled around with my swollen ankle for a week – with the crazy, excitable chunk of muscle diving for my face at every opportunity.

That is not a cool story, and my bruises still remain after a few weeks recovery time, but hell… telling people I earned my war-wounds in the throws of battle with mighty elves or evil an gang of ninjas, or even in a cat-fight over the latest Jimmy Choo sale just doesn’t seem right?

By: Diana

Diana — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 03:33:38 +0000

One evening, as I prepped veggies for dinner, I dropped the big and very sharp knife I was using. It fell point down, bounced off the toe of my shoe, and wedged into the floor, whereupon it trembled like a new recruit being dressed down by the drill instructor. Spouse stared at me, open-mouthed with shock. I simply said, “And that’s why I wear shoes when I cook.” Then I pried the knife out of the floor, washed it off, and resumed chopping. Spouse stepped back, just in case the knife went wild again.

My mother rolled her car into my knee, jacking said knee and putting me on crutches for 6 weeks. She also ran over Spouse’s foot not once, but three times as she backed up and then rolled forward again. TG he wore steel-toed boots. My mother was dangerous with her car.

By: Diane Turner

Diane Turner — Sun, 08 Jul 2012 02:59:39 +0000

As a teen, I stood looking up into the sun waiting for my baton to come twirling down. It did, on my nose. I know: stupid. The nose has never been the same since. Glad you are okay.