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The Misadventures of Mrs. B: How I've Scarred Myself For Life

Cook. Writer. Wife. Daughter. Sister. Friend. Klutz.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

How I've Scarred Myself For Life


What's that a picture of, you ask? Well, I'll tell ya.  On Saturday night, I got a little ahead of myself while steaming rice.  Instead of using my tongs to lift the foil from the pan, I used my fingers.  Stupid, stupid.  And I got the lovely burn you see above.  Rob was sweet enough to run out and get some burn spray and gauze to wrap them - yes, I cried, but he also brought me chocolates so that made me feel better.


Mama's Losin' It


So it's funny that one of Mama Kat's writing prompts this week is "scarred".  Because I'm fairly sure that sucker's gonna leave a scar.

But then again, that's sorta par for the course with me.  I scar easily and happen to be insanely clumsy.  It's like the perfect storm of potential bodily damage.

Starting from the bottom up...well, there's a round scar on the big toe of my left foot.  Why no picture? Because I haven't gotten an actual pedicure since the last month that started with "A".  Moving on.  That little beauty was acquired when I was around 4 or 5 years old.  My mom let me sit on the front step with her in my bare feet.  My nemesis, Jimmy, came by with his mom.  Jimmy was taunting me and I wanted to chase after him and beat him up, but my feet were bare and it was concrete as far as the eye could see.  My mom told me to stay put while she got my shoes.  Yeah, right.  The second she was in the house I took off running.  I got maybe two houses down before I fell and somehow managed to get a tiny stone lodged in my toe.  You read that right.  The stone is gone but the scar lingers on and reminds me to always listen to my mom.

Both shins are covered in diagonal scars.  They come from falling down the back steps...twice.  Back in the day, those steps were made of the old concrete that was full of stones (are we sensing a pattern with me and concrete and stones?), and those stones left me with the little scars up and down my legs today.  Why no picture? Because they're faint and, well...I need to shave my legs.  I love y'all, but if I don't shave my legs every day for my husband...you get my point.

There's a 2-inch scar on the underside of my left arm from when I was cooking for Easter last year and was quickly reaching into a cabinet...with a very sharp cornered door.  Almost a year later, Rob still asks me from time to time where that scar comes from.  Uh, it comes from the fact that the kitchen evidently needs to be Jen-proofed.  Duh.

There's a few faint scars on my decolletage from a huge oil spatter while frying potato pancakes in a tank top.  Instant blistering.  It was monstrous.  Oh, and it was my birthday.  Happy birthday to me.

Oddly, there are no scars on my face.  Knock wood.  Knock wood.

And those are just the biggies.  The major guys.  There are a multitude of other little ones here and there.  All of them compose the road map of my life...my clumsy, clumsy life.  For better or worse.  Well, Rob doesn't seem to mind.  That's all that matters.

Do YOU have a story for every scar? Or are you lucky enough to not have as many as me? ;-)

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8 Comments:

Anonymous Miel Abeille said...

Oh mylanta! The scars tell the story of our lives, don't they?

January 12, 2011 at 10:26 PM

 
Blogger Natalie said...

OUCH!!! My sister burnt her hand like that at Thanksgiving...couldn't even move it.
I picked the same prompt for Mama Kat's...mine will be up in a bit.

January 12, 2011 at 10:37 PM

 
Blogger Real Life Reslers said...

I knocked on some wood for you!!! I have a scar on my chin from falling off a spooked horse. What broke my fall? Oh just a huge pile of horse poop. Yeah, I went to the hospital that day covered in blood and horse poop. Not my finest hour. lol

January 12, 2011 at 10:43 PM

 
Blogger Kendall Jones said...

I have a steam burn scar on my arm from cooking, too!! The kitchen can be hazardous, and I think I'm somewhat of a klutz!

January 12, 2011 at 10:50 PM

 
Blogger Haley said...

Story of my life! I happen to be quite clumsy myself and what better of a recipes is easy scarring and clumsiness? I once cut my arm wide open on an aluminum foil box thus leading to an emergency room visit to have my arm glued back together....who does that? Because of my work environment they couldn't do stitches and on the following day I dropped a pan of scalding hot water on my arm followed up by me touching a open flame. Two emergency room visits in less then 24 hours, look in the dictionary and you'll see my face beside clumsy.

Ps. I found your blog through Mama Kat. You can find me over at http://thedivabee.blogspot.com

January 13, 2011 at 10:16 AM

 
Anonymous Nain @ View From Down Here said...

I do have a story for every scar...some are caused by my own stupidity...others are from my childhood. I have several from my heart surgery as a baby. Those just remind me of how strong I can be.

I've totally done the burning myself with steam before, and it seriously hurts and badly, too. Chocolates do make it better, though :-)

January 13, 2011 at 10:56 AM

 
Blogger Joey @ Big Teeth and Clouds said...

I think I could explain most of them! I'm more likely to get an unexplained bruise from my daily clumsiness.

January 13, 2011 at 12:42 PM

 
Blogger JDaniel4's Mom said...

You have great stories for your scars. My scars come more from just being clumsy.

January 13, 2011 at 1:09 PM

 

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