Another Klutz Queen here. I've been lucky and not injured myself badly, but most of mine happen in highly public places. To name a few:

In high school, I actually fell up the stairs by the catwalk.

Fell down on the Michigan Avenue Bridge in front of loads of passersby. I've done this numerous times in lots of places, always very crowded places. My knee is skinned almost as much as a kid's!

Flew out of my seat when the bus driver hit a bump, nailed my knee into another row of seats, then almost sat in someone's lap when I got back up.

That is such a great story...haha. It reminds me of one when I was about 14 and I was joining a gym. The guy was giving me a tour and showing me how to use all the equipment (he was REALLY hot...well by my 14 year old standards). Anyway, so we get to the treadmill and I was trying to look cool (again, I was 14) and said I already knew how to use it. So I hit the Start button...but apparently someone had just gotten off and had paused the machine so when I hit start it went back into sprinting speed. I didn't have any idea what was going on and I flew off the treadmill into some bikes that were behind it. I totally tore up my kneees and elbows and had huge bruises all over me the next day. Of course on my way out of the gym everyone was whispering and saying things like "that looked really bad, are you okay?" it was SO embarrassing. I still have scars on my knees from that fateful day...

Ok, so being a classically trained ballet dancer who also does Irish dance should improve my grace and agility, right? If only! It would have made sense that I tear a ligament in my knee and damage the cartilage doing something amazing and breathtaking. Perhaps a tour-jete on a slippery stage in the middle of Sleeping Beauty (I wish), or falling on my ass during a treble jig at a feis (I wish). No, no, this klutz tripped on a cobblestone in Edinburgh. :o A bloody, stupid cobblestone was my downfall!

My one dancing blaze of klutzy glory occured when I was 11, doing a pirouette in the basement. I lost my balance, fell and smacked into the baseboard, dented it, and broke and dislocated the two bones in my left forearm.

Or, how about when I was 1 year old, and my babysitter told me to get down from the hearth (I was a climber). I stepped on the Little Golden Book, "The Pokey Little Puppy", slipped and broke my leg. I've been a klutz from a very early age. haha ;)

I'm actually pretty graceful. My family, though...

My husband (DH) put his Palm Pilot in his trenchcoat's left pocket, got into the car, and slammed the car door without realizing that the left side of his coat with the Palm was still hanging halfway out of the car. The Palm got caught in the crossfire and smashed to bits.

DH had a long scarf that I had knitted for him (think Doctor Who). He got in the car, and closed the door, leaving part of the scarf trailing outside the car. We got on the interstate, and a few miles along, suddenly he was pulled up against the door because the scarf had gotten caught in the rear tire. Did I mention HE WAS DRIVING!

DH put two Tiffany crystal martini glasses in the fridge one morning, so that we could have cold martinis in cold glasses that evening. That evening, he opened the fridge, and the glasses fell out and smashed on the floor. :( I told him that from then on, he was getting his martinis in a sippy cup like the ones they give little kids.

My mother once broke her nose because she was riding in an NYC taxi, the driver stopped short, and she flew forward and her face hit the plexiglass divider. From then on, she has always buckled up in taxis.

And my father sat on a cactus! My parents and I were driving in the desert, and my dad decided he wanted a picture of a cactus, so he pulled over and set off with his camera. A few minutes later, he came back to the car, pulling needles out of his butt. Seems he saw a cactus he liked, started setting up the shot, crouched down to get a better angle, all while failing to notice the other cactus directly behind him! When he got stuck, he put his hand behind him to find out what he'd sat on. So he had a hand full of needles and a butt full of needles.

Once I tripped, fell, and landed on....nevermind. :o

Outside my school we have a small brick walkway where it meets the sidewalk. One Saturday I was going by the school to enter grades..as I was walking towards the door, I forgot about the 1/2 inch drop, and tripped and fell hard on my knee. That was in November..still bothers me a little..

But..my most famous one to date in history...when I was about 13-14, i was walking into one of classes. Big class but not that many kids, and most were guys. I wasn't paying attention, tripped over a chair and flipped over. Of course, naturally, that was the day I was wearing a skirt....:rolleyes:


Mr. Trojangal wants me to learn to dance, but is afraid that I'll break his feet from tripping over them.

I sat in a huge patch of sticker burrs one time. IT HURT like crap. My boyfriend was trying to help me pull them all out and anyway it was just a funny picture. I told him my dad better not pull up while he's doing that or he might get shot.