Somebody better save me from myself

I am a very, very clumsy person. If you know me, you know that this is not self-deprecation, but truth. I say this now, because I sprained my ankle this weekend for the billionth time, and my first reaction was to laugh, then my second, to get angry at the inconvenience I knew would ensue. I am beginning to think that objects jump into my path. This time, it was a black walnut, and I didn't just trip over it, I laid my body out across a gravel path, scraping up my hands and forearm. Jenn had to pull acorns and sticks off my back and out of my hair. Go big or go home I say! A couple of months ago it was a steak knife, an avocado pit and a new hole in between my fingers. Also, not very painful, just very inconvenient. In high school, I remember slipping on a banana peel, for real. Those things can just run away with your feet, i promise. I also was playing catch or frisbee or something after school one day and decided to tackle some trash cans I didn't see because MY EYE WAS ON THE BALL! So, what's a girl to do? If you have any clues or tips, please for the love of all that is sacred and holy, share them. I would love to live to see my 31st birthday.:)