Fairytales, Mountains, and Toilets

So I realized several things today. One was that I say realize way to much on this blog. Two was that I really need to figure my life out. Three was that I am an awkward person sometimes. Four was that I can blog about my adventures in life. Five was that I say so quite a bit.

I changed the title of my blog. I feel like it didn't really fit. I like this one better. It came about from several things. My family always jokes around that I am going to marry someone rich one day and go live in a castle. Not that I would mind that, but I am realistic and it really has a one in a gazillion chance of happening if even that. I know sometimes people wonder if I really know this, and I do. I tend to dream big, hence the Fiji thing. I know my life is not a Disney movie. I wish it was to some extent. Mainly I just want the world to burst randomly into song, but that is what my sister is for. Anyway, I don't have little animal friends that help me with chores, so therefore my life is not a fairytale.

On that note, much of my life is decidedly unfairytalelike. The other day I was talking to my aunt and telling her about how I had become very accident prone (note: this was after I had fallen down a mountain). I then continued on to tell her about how I was adventure women this summer. She then proceeded to point out that I was doing activities that can lead to injuries. ie: rock climbing, working with a hot grill and REALLY hot oil, hiking, Alpine rock sliding, etc. Up until this point I had not made the connection between all of my activities and my sudden leap in injuries. The list is rather long. There was the infamous bike crash (my knee is still all pink and shiny, along with the scrapes on my calf). Added to that are the numerous bruises, bug-bites, several large burns (one of them is from my curling iron though not work), random scrapes that appear from nowhere, pulled muscles, and of course the ankle brace decided to reappear for a couple of days (playing frisbee barefoot is not a smart thing to do when you are accident-prone). So you see that I really am a walking-accident. Of course, I am loving my new adventuresome self. It makes me feel cool.

I also am not going to become a handyman (or rather a handywoman). So I tried to fix our toilet because sometimes the little clapper thing gets in the way of the white balloon thing and won't stop running unless you move the white balloon thing. There was a screw loose, so I was like I am going to be all self-sufficient and just tighten the screw. Bad idea. It made it worse. So then I had to unfix my fix. That is what guys are for. Besides, i just don't see myself as a handywoman. I don't think they have a lot of footwear options. I mean, it would be rather hard to fix a sink wearing 4-inch stilettos right? I rest my case. I am not giving up my heels.