Lock Me Up

I've got this really great habit of breaking and/or ruining things.. Let's go through all (that I can remember that is..) of the things I've had a hand in breaking.

The fancy pants digital clock above the door in our living room, it was sweet.  It told the temperature, the weather,  the time (obviously), the date, and probably all of our Zodiacs.   I had just recently had a growth spurt and I was loving being able to touch the top of the door frame as I walked under it.  Little did I know the fancy clock wasn't bolted to the wall and I pretty much just dumped it off its hooks.  Broke the dang thing instantly.

The door going into the kitchen had a big ole piece of glass on the top half of it and one day my brothers were chasing my sister and I.  Paige slammed the door shut to keep the boys out and it shattered.  I know I didn't directly break that one, but I can't help but feel a little guilty.

The eight foot by eleven foot window on the front of our house.... I was going through a stage where I thought I was going to the Olympics with a softball team and I would be the pitcher... So of course I had to practice pitching, right?!  Against the front of the house.... I was doing pretty well up until I released a little late on my last pitch and it went right into the window.  I didn't get in trouble though, I was already crying too hard for my mom to really punish me.  She's a sweetheart like that.

Our little red car.. technically it was just a matter of time until that one went kaput, I just happened to be the one in the drivers seat when it died.  I was going up a hill and it just quit and rolled back down and across the road... into a ditch.  Totally not even a big deal.  A couple years later the car was fixed anyway so we're going to half count that one.

The blender.. one summer I got really into smoothies and chocolate shake/instant breakfast things.  Well turns out the burning smell that happens when you blend something for too long is a bad thing.. ?  Who knew?!  Not me...  So needless to say, I haven't had a smoothie in a while.  :(

I once hit an owl on my way to a party....  It was dark, I was scared, I didn't even think of slowing down or trying to avoid the poor bird.  Just ran right into it.  This is the remains of it's body..  just a sad smear up the windshield.  This is also the same red car that died with me in it.










Lastly, to the best of my knowledge, sweet little Aunt Clara.  She's dead.  Dead, dead, dead.  Did I mention she's the car I brought to college?  As it turns out, I left the interior light on all night.  She's not turning on for a while!  Whoops!

Well, that's pretty much it.. not to mention all of the bowls and glasses I have dropped and broken.. or the hearts of so many men *heavy sarcasm*, or even the bones of my enemies *more sarcasm*.  Welp, tata for now!