out rabbit hunting with my brother , a pain hit me and wouldnt go away, had to go bad.#2 so i went down beside the river to have alittle privacy. i had on overalls. when i got finished folding and cleaning. looked and it was right on the end of the overall strap. so i pulled out the knife cut off the nasty part . brother still laughs .
I started out riding english for the first.. oh, about five years of riding (started when I was itty bitty), and then I learned western, competed a bit in both styles. Anyway, I was riding a mare I was trying to retrain last summer, and she was stubborn and hardheaded. I was working on flying lead changes with her when she decided she wanted to jump a log. In a western saddle. Go figure, my instincts kicked in so she lifted me from the saddle, and I leaned over in english jumping form, and I got a saddle horn shaped red mark on my lower abdomen, which later turned into a very painful, yet decorative rainbow bruise for about three weeks.
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I had an Arab mare I was working on leads fall with me. She rolled on me with a Western saddle and my rib cage took the horn. I lost the two lowest ribs on one side of my ribcage, talk about people getting a kick out of my X Rays! I should go to that new post about broken bones,,,,, but they don't have enough room for them all.
When I was a little kid, I was walking down the isle in church carrying the stair of baby Jesus. The pair of pants I was wearing was I big. Turns out the entire time I was walking down the isle, my pants were at my feet.
When I was 12 yrs old, I was in a skit at church. Well, in my part, I was supposed to sit in a chair with an attitude. Well I say a little too hard and the chair fell down the two large steps on stage. All the parents of the youth group were videoing it.
Another time, I was in a piano competition. We were walking thru the parking lot, and my little bro bumped into a car mirror with two girls sittin in it. At first they just looked at him in shock. Then they broke down laughing.
I can empathize with you lol.. When I was 20 and married to a youth pastor we did a parody of The Price is Right. When they called Wicked Wanda to Come on Down! I was supposed to run down the aisle waving my arms, screaming, just like on the game show. I got up to run, the hem of my skirt was caught under my chair and a fell and all the buttons popped off it. Wicked Wanda ran the other way in her drawers!