Just a College Girl Beating the Odds & Living to Tell About It
I completely loved my Physiology tutor in High School. Yes, I was “the Brain” in High School. I took more Science than what was required and excelled in those harder classes. Dear ole’ Twister loved tutoring me in Physiology or maybe it should be the other way around? I loved having him around to give me those much needed study breaks from Physio.
Because I can outfish anyone and if anyone chooses to put my title to the test, bring it on. I’d love to challenge someone to taking on my record, I love a good competition.
Flyin’ sideways. Little Man is quite the Daredevil. I love to push him as high and fast as possible when I hang out with him. Live dangerously is the only way to go around him. I can only bet that those Daredevilish tendencies will become more present with age.
I danced, for many many years. So many in fact that I did some major ankle damage just before my 2003 recital. How did I know that a year from these pictures I would be done dancing? ….or that I would take a major spill during a dance in my 2003 recital…. Never saw that one coming.
This is my Little Buddy when I could still manage to piggy back him. Now he’s a tower and I can’t even manage to pick him up. Sad huh?
So when I say I’ve golfed since I was basically born, it’s true. Just take a look….and give Pops a break, it was the 80′s I’m sure those short shorts were in style back then.
It all started with a Dance Recital routine gone bad. 2 weeks before my Tecumseh Dance Academy Recital, I did enough nerve/tendon/ligament damage to land me on crutches for awhile. Only I didn’t feel it was necessary to go to the doctor right then. I had too many other things to do, like finish the Dance Recital, go to BPA Nationals in Dallas, and hang out with friends before High School finished for the year. I was busy, too busy for the doctor.
Just before school let out for the summer (3 days before) I decided it would probably be wise to at least go have my ankle looked at since it was becoming harder & harder to walk and was swollen. I tried to remedy the situation on my own (I’m good at trying to do that), I used lots of icy hot, ace bandages & more ace bandages. Needless to say – nothing was helping. I wonder why?!
Upon further investigation at the doctor’s office it was discovered that I didn’t break my ankle (Thank Goodness!!), but there was something definitely going on since it was swollen. The doctor put a removable cast on it, seriously! I had an actual mold of my foot placed in the removable cast (sort of like a splint) & then a bright yellow ace bandage around it. It was horrific. Nothing to subtle about what I had done. Luckily I didn’t get too much grief from the doctor who did lecture me about the fact that my body parts should be more important than being an Overachiever. What did he know anyway?! I had my first MRI and learned that I had in fact done an incredible amount of ligament/tendon/nerve damage. I even had to go through a lot of PT to rehab that dear ankle – although there were a few times I would’ve been happy to part with it.
I wound up not swimming that summer. Barely driving (since it was my right ankle). Using crutches constantly. And having the worst raw armpit skin ever. But, I did have some killer forearms….
….I hated using my crutches. I reverted to being a 9month old and crawling everywhere.
…..Friends enjoyed laughing at my expense 
Then there were the times I didn’t take it easy.
