I have a myriad of people to thank for their kindness and bloggy love!
Here are some shouts and link love to some fabulous ladies…
Thank you to the generous and sweet Mama Hen, Cori, Laura, Hannah, Kate, Tina, Imperfect Momma, Amy, Mrs Fine, Ellen Marie, Drama Mama, Sherri & Big Mama Cass!!
Most blog awards require ask that you list a number of interesting factoids about yourself, and I think I’ve pretty much used up anything fun I have to share.
But while I was pondering the low level of intrigue to my life, I glanced down and noticed the scar on the palm of my right hand. I got it from falling in a playground full of gravel when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade.
And then I remembered the matching pair of scars just below my elbows…
We had come home from summer swimming lessons and my mom was making Macaroni and Cheese for lunch. She had bought a box that had the fun-shaped macaroni noodles and I wanted a peak.
I had pushed a chair over to the counter, climbed on and then leaned down to get a better view of the cooking noodles as they scurried around in the boiling water.
My mom routinely uses lids to help pots of water boil faster, and had set the lid aside, on the counter, once the water reached a rolling boil.
And my elbows met the lid.
Thus, my matching burns.
Probably my “coolest” scar, though, is on my chest.
I had a really big mole that needed to be removed.
And by “removed,” I mean cut and burned and dug out of my chest.
I had never heard of keloid before (warning: think twice about clicking through that link!), but it turns out I’m prone to scar tissue growing in excessive amounts after procedures like my mole removal.
It was so bad that I had to get a cortisone shot in my chest. And if you happen to know anything about cortisone shots, you know how awful that was.
Anyway, still to this day, I have a circular shaped scar, and I think I should make up a really fantastic story about it being from a bullet.
What’s even more interesting is that I have an equally large mole on the back of my neck that I have yet to remove.
But if I ever did, my story would be that much more believable, because not only would I have the ‘entrance’ wound, but also the ‘exit’.
Do you have any cool scar stories? I asked those in my Blog Frog community, and there are some cool stories!!
I think telling people that you were shot is awesome–think of how shocked they’d be! lol
I’m prone to keloids, so I have some pretty interesting scars.
My most fun scar, though, did not keloid and has since faded away.
I worked for a few short weeks at a Wendys in college. One day, the fry basket fell on my arm and burned it with four slashes and a line bisecting them. When it healed, I had a white scar that I fondly referred to as my serial killer scar.
Ouch. I was cringing reading about having to get a cortisone shot. You would definitely have a cool story about your scar though if you had a matching scar on your neck!
BBBBLLLLLAAAAAGGGGHHHH! <— That's a vomit noise because I was eating when I clicked through to that link. I thought I was strong enough. I was wrong.
Geez, I can't even remember what I was going to say!
I think my caeserean scar is pretty fab – I probably don’t need to tell you how I got that one though
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Btw, I loved your valen-tiny joke SO much!
That is awesome! You could make up a fabulous story about saving terminally ill children from a burning building and running into an armed gunman in the process. You could say that he was a *hot mess* – all strung out and totally out of it when he shot you. Then you could finish it off with “And I used every bit of strength I had left to pull those precious children from the fire. I thought nothing of my own safety, only of my deepest desire to save God’s little cherubs. I did it all… (insert dramatic music for full effect) …for the children.”
You can thank me later. Have a great weekend Liz!
Kristi, Live and Love…Out Loud
@TweetingMama
an “entrance” and “exit” wound…yes that would make a really good story!
I remember riding on the handlebars of my cousin’s bike (you know b/c no one cared about helmets and such and riding on handlebars was the thing to do) and flying off as she turned the corner of a street…went flying onto street of gravel…head road rash and gravel embedded in both knees…yeah it’s still there. I don’t know how I survived my childhood in many ways…
Just another thing we have in common. I have a really cool scar due to a mole removal…dig out..whatever you want to call it. It was pre-cancerous so they really did a number on the surrounding tissue. I’m sure just to remind me to NEVER GO IN THE SUN! But, um, yeah…the scar is pretty impressive.
I like it because I’m sure people assume I’ve been in a knife fight or something. I like to feel all big and bad sometimes. Especially after long days of playing “plastic animal zoo” with my 19 month old!!
Thanks for the shoutout! I love scar stories; mostly because I don’t really have any of my own apart from cat scratches (I was what my mom calls a “cautious child”) Hope your weekend is wonderful!
You have no choice to get the other mole removed now. And tell us the story of how you got shot.
I love the bullet wound story. Total trump story in any scar comparison!
I’m eaten up with scars.
A couple on my face, one from overestimating my abilities on skis that ended with ski patrol, first aid and a ride home with siren and lights.
A malignant carcinoma the size of a dime was removed from the side of my nose. Too many hours in the sun!
A large motorcycle burn scar on the inside of my leg.
A mysterious one on the palm of my hand from an unfortunate night in a pool room.
I could go on all day!
If you’re really living, you’re bound to have scars, inside and out! They give us character, don’t you think?
I’m prone to keloids too. Right now I have scar tissue….no wait. I ain’t gonna go there. LOL. But I understand is basically what I was trying to say
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Sweet scar story!! I definitely vote for the bullet wound story. My boys would love to have there be no exit wound because then they could imagine it floating around somewhere in your guts.
I have a scar on the outside of my left hand under the pinkie finger. When I was in 8th grade I was walking beans with a novice and I reached for a weed with my left hand and she decided to swing at it with her machete.
Luckily – it was too dull to take off my pinkie but it did leave a nice scar.
(Walking beans is a job kids get summers walking soybean fields and hacking out the weeds with machetes. It’s a dirty, wet, hot job but it paid $5 per hour back in the day)
I feel you on the keloid thing because I have them too and mosquito love me too much that for years I never dare to wear a skirt or shorts.
i do..i do… but, that memory shall remain private and sweetly delicious in my memory vault…
Oh I had a mole removed from my chest area that went bad with dull scissors (bad doctor!!) I could call mine a bullet scar too!! =) and I have a great scar on my arm from opening oysters out my college dorm room window b/c my roomies hated the smell… and I slipped… scraping my arm against the window hook!! Ugh.. ouch… should have sought stitches!! anyway…
very funny post!
Ooh, cool scars! You can tell a lot about someone from their scars. I haven’t had a keloid, but have heard of them and oh.my.gosh I can’t believe you had a cortisone shot too!! Ouch….I have a perfectly circular scar on the back of one arm, courtesy of a basal cell skin cancer that was removed in my 30′s…hubby always tells people I was shot, and some seem to have bought it!
I’ve been off Blogfrog for a few days…have to catch up! Congrats on your multitude of awards, you deserve each one!
How are your stretch marks from the girls?? I scar easily too. I DID NOT click the link, thanks for the warning.
I’ve had a cortisone shot in a scar too and it was no fun and it seemed to make it worse, did it help yours?
My most pronounced scar is on my outer right thigh. When I was younger I loved to set my chair back so I was sitting on the back 2 legs instead of all 4. One day I was using scissors at my desk in my room and I fell backwards and the scissors went right into my thigh. My mom never much believed in doctors so she stitched me up herself.
That spot in my thigh has always been numb, but it always makes me feel like my mom is close to me.
BTW, a bullet wound story would be fun!
My back is a scar war zone, a memento of too many broiled days in the sun and the cancerous spots that were the result. I have a scar on the side of my knee, where my brother and I were playing chase through the house. There is a reason for that rule of no running in the house. I smashed into the open dishwasher, and into the butcher knife sticking out of the silverware bucket.
I also have a scar on my leg from emergency surgery to remove a blood clot. And then, not really a scar, but the broken bone in my arm that can be felt. It’s a big knob that moves with my arm. Turns out that old adage, if it’s broken, you won’t be able to move it” isn’t exactly true.
Oh, I have way too many to tell, so I will just pick one. On my right leg, on my shin, I was kicked by a horse, while riding a horse!!! Yep, and it left this big-ass hole, and looked like there was these orange and white wormy things coming out of it…yep gross, not to mention the rather large red stain on my riding pants!!!
As you may have guessed from my tweet, I have an unusual belly button scar.
I fell in the yard while chasing my collie dog who was playing with an empty milk jug. I tripped on the jug and my face met with a rock. How unlucky is that?
My daughter was born with a birthmark on the right side of her face. As it was pinkish-red in color we were originally told it was probably a “portwine stain” or “stork’s bite”. However, when it turned brown after a few weeks the doctor decided it was a nevus. Because the center of it was a darker brown we were told that it could develop hair within a few years.
Sure enough, it did. Even though the birthmark was not visible by looking directly at her, it was clearly visible when her head was turned, as it was very large. Therefore, to protect her from namecalling, etc. we opted to have it removed.
The removal was performed over the course of three surgeries beginning when she was four (she is now 15). I was hoping it could have been a laser-type surgery but the nevus had to be cut out of her face.
The doctor did a fantastic job but a very long, thin scar remained. My daughter has never been bothered by it. On the contrary, whenever a new student moves in and asks her about it my daughter always delights in telling her new classmate that she and her best friend once got into a fight and she was knifed in the face by the friend. To know my daughter and this friend – both preppy, girly-girls – it is always fun to hear of the expression on the new student’s face. Eventually, she comes clean and admits how she really got the scar. lol
You ruined it! You told the truth! Don’t ever do that again.
(I will NOT click the link…I will NOT click the link…I will NOT click the link)….
Ok, my scar story … one I’ve had my whole life …
when I was born, I guess I came out of the womb with long nails. I scratched my check right next to my nose on my right side. My newborn pictures have this little red line on my face. And now, I have a scar to show for it. My kids are always interested in that story (Hmmmm … great idea for a blog post, by the way!!! I might have to tell it on my own blog one of these days)!!! G
Thank you for the shout out! I really appreciate it! I would totally tell people the scar was a bullet wound LOL! Maybe not but it does sound cool LOL! I hope you are having a great weekend!
Oh my heavens…ow!
Only funny scar story: when I had my appendix out, my symptoms were a little unusual so they weren’t totally certain it was my appendix at all.
But the surgeon said: “Even if it’s not your appendix, we’re taking it. With the scar you’ll have, no one will believe you still have it. And that could be problematic if you ever develop real appendicitis later.”
But it turned out to really be an appendix.
I love scar stories. I have four. In order of when they were received:
Left leg – I had a tumor removed when I was 3 and had to wear a full leg cast for 8 weeks. The scar is 6 inches long and I have only ever been comfortable with my husband touching it.
Left hand – an inch long scar from hitting a mirror after having a huge fight with my dad. I NEVER thought it would shatter into a million pieces. Nice reminder of my teenage angst, huh? The really sad part is that I don’t even remember what the fight was about.
Right leg – a mess of a scar that thankfully only shows up when I get a tan from a motorbike accident that I had in 1985 while I was the passenger.
Right heel – In college I had a “pump bump” removed.
FYI – I love this topic and may use this in a blog post of my own someday.
Also have a scar on my leg of someone who have thrown a discuss my way in high school. Very sore
I came by way of a link Kelly/Blue Frog’s Legs community where she shared your post…first time visiting…looks like I need to do some exploring here! :>
Oh goodness…..my best scar for a great reason would be the one across my belly from both kidlets. But, the scars with the most tales to tell would be the ones I’ve got from being run over by an 18 wheeler, two trailer big rig…yup, yup, many tales they could tell. :>