i like scars.  not in the "scars mean the hurt is over" cheesy way.  nor in the "i pick at scabs a lot so now i have scars all over myself" disgusting way.  but purely in the "look how hard core i am" kind of way.  this summer i realized that most of my scars came from times that i was doing something hard core and adventure-y with my uncle mark.
let me tell you.
minus pictures.
because you'd be too jealous of my hard core-ness and never read my blog again.

knee scar

one time i was playing pet shop in uncle mark's basement.  i went to find my purse, full of imaginary money, so i could buy one of steven's green lizard/iguana/unclassified green reptiles.  instead of gracefully twirling into the pet shop, like i constantly imagined myself doing as a young girl, i tripped, kneed the edge of the treadmill and will forever have a raised scar on my right knee that looks like a ring worm.

upper thigh {graphic} scar

uncle mark is a hiker, biker, runner, and basically all things active kind of man.  so naturally he is a fan of zion...specifically the subway hike.  one summer i, at the tender age of 8, decided that i too was a fan of the subway hike and would join all of the big kids in hiking it.  silly me.  i struggled...to say the least.  so much so that i jumped off of a rock during the hike and landed on a tree branch. however, that hike is easily the most hard core thing i have ever done, my claim to hard core-ness.

other knee scar

this summer, while on our annual boat trip, uncle mark dared me to go on this ominous rope swing.  of course i did, since, as i'm sure you remember, i am hard core like that.  did it.  rocked it.  swam back to the boat and refused to use the ladder to board, resulting in slamming my already damaged knee into the propeller.

cool.

other noteworthy scars include:

other knee scar

sunday afternoon nap in courtney's room.  i got sleep kicked and ended up bleeding profusely from a big toenail blow.  girl had some clipping to do.  

hand scar

dani and i are quiet the gourmands.  except i will forever hold the frying pan while distributing the eggs to the plates.  someone has butterfingers.

appendix scar

ripped open during a nyc dance class.  yeah...i'm proud of that.

 hard core counter: 7