tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353701355922937854.post6610110676417005518..comments2023-05-20T09:13:02.731-04:00Comments on john + rhianna: Clumsy Girl {vol. 2.}Rhianna Wellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460257379639183345noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353701355922937854.post-19876665219875394962011-10-14T11:04:46.516-04:002011-10-14T11:04:46.516-04:00I know I'm a little late on this post but I...I know I'm a little late on this post but I've only JUST found your blog and am slowly making my way through it on this dull and dreary (not to mention slow) day at my office. In the midst of patients. Then, when patients come in and actually want me to do my job, I want to yell at them, "How dare you show up for your scheduled appointment time! I am TRYING to READ this NEWLY DISCOVERED BLOG!" <br /><br />In any case - I, too, was victim to a soft-ball incident in my pre-pubescent years. However, my incident involved a not-very bright also pre-pubescent girl who decided it was a fantastic idea to practice her swing in the dug out with a metal bat, which ended up connecting with my head. That was decidedly the end of the softball career. My next sport wasn't until high-school, where I decided competitive swimming would be okay because I had my own little lane where no one would be throwing, swinging, or kicking things in my general direction. <br /><br />In conclusion, thanks for anecdote so I know that I'm not alone in my softball trauma.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10694420320939817218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353701355922937854.post-63505996647681673902011-02-17T09:28:23.885-05:002011-02-17T09:28:23.885-05:00Yes, I did indeed giggle. Twice!Ugh I hate sports....Yes, I did indeed giggle. Twice!<br><br>Ugh I hate sports. I played softball at some fieldtrip picnic once, & the ball hit me right in the eye. I'm so happy that during PE they didn't make me REALLY play or anything. For softball I'd lounge in the outfield. And I always thought the intro to Daria was based on my life - that's totally what I was like whenever we played volleyball. <br><br>Sports aren't for someone as clumsy as I, but I'm really okay with that.Cara-Miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02435255215689704022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353701355922937854.post-21682886361043177382011-02-17T10:36:55.391-05:002011-02-17T10:36:55.391-05:00The Daria thing - so true. My friend Danielle and...The Daria thing - so true. My friend Danielle and I would do exactly that in PE class in school. Not a fan of sports. Except for swimming -- I wasn't that great, but I was decent. And the most I ever got injured during my years of swimming was when I was running in platform sandals after some teammates to practice and fell-- hard. And tore ligaments. Right before Regionals. I was on crutches and had to dive and do my flip-turns in the water with only one foot - coach wouldn't let me out of it. But I was okay with that. I didn't make it to State. Sigh. But I knew from a very young age that sports were never ever going to be "my thing" -- hanging with drama nerds and being a lame crafter were much more my speed and I'm so thankful for that! :)rhianna brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04460257379639183345noreply@blogger.com