kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
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"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

11 July 2010

all in a day's work

Yesterday at work I made a royal klutz of myself going up the stairs to the top of the water slides. I was pushing my way through the line of people to get to the top (we're supposed to rotate as quickly as possible) when I suddenly fell. I slipped and fell up the stairs and now have a whole host of injuries. My toe is bruised from slamming into a stair, both shins are scraped, my left knee is scraped, and has a big cut on it - and hurts really bad. Then after work I was at Spencer's house, and he accidentally headbutted me in the face. His head is really hard. My cheek is still pretty tender, and I'm just hoping that it won't bruise.

Also, if you live in/around Provo or will be visiting here soon, go eat at Chubby's Cafe in Pleasant Grove. Seriously. It's delicious.

P.S. I love the Tour. So, so much.

The end.

2 comments:

Karen said...

Ouch! Feel better :D

Rose Red said...

That sounds like something that would happen to me. I'm constantly getting injured.