~k-ee-ran

Aye, today is Thanksgiving Day… and instead of the typical journal saying all the sentimental things I’m thankful for (God, my family and friends, all of you on dA, Keep to the Code, and other such stuff among them), I decided to try to entertain you guys by thanking God for surviving the idiotic stunts I’ve pulled over the years…

-I’m thankful that, when I brushed my teeth with IcyHot, I didn’t burn my mouth off.

-I’m thankful that, when I didn’t know how to use a snorkel and inhaled a good amount of seawater, I didn’t lose my voice forever.

-I’m thankful that, when I ate cow brain, I didn’t throw it up in front of the cook.

-I’m thankful that, when I first rode a motorcycle and did a faceplant on the pavement, I somehow didn’t ruin my sister’s helmet or even injure myself.

-I’m thankful that, when I punched a cement wall as hard and fast as I could after losing a frustrating volleyball game, I didn’t break my hand. (Granted, that’s ‘cause I know how to punch… so I’m thankful for karate, then!)

-I’m thankful that, when I charged a hill during a paintball game with nothing but a rubber paintball knife in my hand and a battle cry on my lips, I had a good friend next to me that got lit up just as much as I did.

-I’m thankful that, when I was young and stupid and tried to flip a knife around, I somehow didn’t cut myself or my sister (it ended up sticking in the chair my sister was sitting in… about half a centimeter from her backside… yeah, close call that I’m very glad wasn’t worse).

-I’m thankful that, when I got lost taking a “short cut” to school, I somehow did not get into what should’ve been an accident four times within ten minutes.

-I’m thankful that, when I chugged half a bottle of Tabasco sauce to impress a Mexican kid, I didn’t permanently damage my throat.

-I’m thankful that I didn’t have my finger over the trigger when my paintball gun blew apart into pieces.

-I’m thankful that when said explosion of the paintball gun level occurred, Paul lent me his A-5… even though he knew all too well of my unlucky reputation with guns.

-I’m thankful that, when I attempted to fight through a triangle choke in jiu-jitsu, I didn’t pass out (and only got a migraine from it).

-I’m thankful that, when I attempted to wear super-high (for me, anyway) heels to prom, I had a wonderful friend that ran home and brought me shoes that didn’t kill.

-I’m thankful that, when I stupidly go to school despite killer migraines or other issues, I have teachers that understand and give me grace when I can’t stay in class.

-I’m thankful that, when I tried to take something out of the oven with my bare hands, I had good friends to point and laugh at me.

-I’m thankful that, when I deliberately provoked Ghostwolf and other Wip-Sog members at Hunt for the Cure, Giant Big Game XIII, and other such paintball games, they didn’t kill me on the spot.

-I’m thankful that, when it was my night watch on the Lady Washington, and I accidentally cleared our position, woke up the Bos’un on a false alarm, and disturbed the sleep of half the crew by telling said Bos’un that I thought we were drifting… somehow, the crew found it in their hearts to not murder me in my sleep after I finished my watch. They didn’t even poison my food at breakfast, either.

-I’m thankful that, when I took about 6x the prescribed dose of pain killer at a volleyball tournament, my coach did not send me to poison control, and I ended up being just fine. (Well, I got insanely sick, had to pull myself out of the tourney, and could barely stay awake, but I was fine in the end. No permanent damage.)

-I’m thankful that I didn’t need surgery on my wrist after I broke and displaced the bone while attempting to out-bike my brother… and I’m thankful that I can entertain myself by popping it in and out of joint now.

-I’m thankful that my boss can laugh stuff off easily, especially after I accidentally put four times the amount of ground beans in his coffee as I was supposed to.

-I’m thankful that when I twisted my ankle in the stupidest way possible, Kyrstin and Jake were able to keep it taped for me.

-I’m thankful that, when I ran my hand over a “harmless” fan coral (that turned out to be highly poisonous) while swimming over a coral reef, it somehow didn’t cut or even nick my skin.

-I’m thankful that, despite these and other insane stunts I’ve pulled over the years, I’m still alive and (mostly) healthy, I have amazing friends and a great family, and most of all, I have a God that’s never let me down. And, I’m thankful that I’ve never gained more than two pounds on a Thanksgiving. ^_^


Hope all of you have a fabulous weekend! Cheers!
-Kyra

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