Um, Ouch

Today I was working on my garden, slipped on a loose brick landed on my butt and then fell off a four foot wall, did some weird twisty thing in the air and then almost did a face plant onto half concrete pavers and half dirt. Before I moved I thought to myself:

1. ouch (and a few cuss words, oopsy!)
2. that probably looked really stupid
3. Hmm, you know Tamara most accidents happen post fall from people getting up to fast and playing it off. You learned that in Massage School and if you are going to give people that advise you should probably take it yourself

My dog thought I had died or something because she came running over to check on me, sniffed me and then walked away. Thanks Sam.
Luckly, only a few scrapes and one large bruise on my butt shaped like the corner of a brick. Sweet.

Confessions

I watch American Idol. There I said it. I am one of those people.
I like to bury my head in a pillow when someone is singing so off key that it is painful to watch.
I like the looks Simon gives when he actually appreciates someone's voice.
And I love watching Paula do that clap over her head that proves she has indeed descended from the Family of Otariidae as I have alway suspected.
And then like tonight when you hear a finalist hopeful say something they will forever be made fun of by their friends for:
"I am going to Hollywood and I am gonna prove to Simon that I am America's Next Top Model."
Uh, wrong show, that's embarrassing.