Tuesday, February 28, 2012

risky dashes and asparagus.

+So you know how everyone seems to do the whole "Awkward & Awesome Thursday" posts? I can't even do that because too many awkward and awesome things happen to me every stinkin' day, without failure.  That's honestly been one of my favorite parts of this blog.  Because I can NEVER think of embarrassing stories on the spot. Ever.  But they're always so great to look back on.  What's a word to substitute for awkward? I'm getting pretty tired of it.  Anyways here are a couple of new good ones to add to the mix...

1.  My eleven-year-old brother attempted to make the rather risky run from the shower across the hall into his room buck naked, screams and runs out because I'm sitting on my computer, in his bed.  

1.  I totally tripped at Walmart yesterday-  not smoothly and gracefully where I could have gotten away with no one noticing. This "fall" was not even one of those slight stumbles where a couple of people notice but are polite and can get away with acting like they did not see you.  I'm talking about a full on plunge to the ground. The front of my sandal caught underneath the stupid floor mat in the produce section, and I slid right on down to the floor and continued to slide about another foot and a half, sending the asparagus, cauliflower, and other various greens in many different directions.  

That's what I get for trying to snag the last two asparagus before someone else could steal them. Lesson learned!

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Taking you way back...

So I was going through some old journals of mine and "All about me" books, and I stumbled upon these little gems...

[8 years-old]

+If a fairy godmother suddenly appeared in my room one night and said I could have three wishes, I would wish:
1. Enough money for college.
2. I wish I could fly with out wings.
3. No poloosion  (note my fabulous spelling skills and environmental awareness).

+My style: Limited Too clothes, flairs
+Best hairstyle: ponytail
+Best designers: Limited Too and Abercrombie
+Most boring sport: tennis (This made me laugh because I ended up playing three seasons in high school).
+Most popular sayings: "Yeah right, whatever, oh my gosh"
+Hottest TV shows: Lizzie McGuire, Boy Meets World
+What I want to be when I grow up: an artist
+If I ruled the world I would change: mostly everything
+My perfect date: hot, perfect, and would have a rose for me.

But, my favorite entry was probably my explanation of my baptism...

Saturday June 12, 1999 
       "Today I got babtised it was so cool. I am the most cleanest person in the whole world."

Allow me to introduce you to my cool two-year-old self:
 (^Note the awesome Barney slippers)

Church with my uncle!

Little brother Blake who is now five inches taller than me...

Daddy's girl!

My little sister and I...

Dance recital with my sis!

First day of Kindergarten:

Friday, February 24, 2012

Ten days late...

What happens when you're single on Valentine's Day...

1.  Your dad gets you flowers :)
2.  Your little sister is your Valentine.
3. You go out to dinner with your family and eat way too much.
4. You go to a single's party.  Then you realize why everyone at that party is single. Then you regretfully realize you are also included in that awesome "group".

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Embarrassing story II

A few events that happened all in the same night. Don't ask how I get so lucky!

1.  Sitting at a comedy show and kicking the guy seated directly in front of me right square in the bum.  Obviously this was not intentional. I had my legs crossed and when I went to uncross them to grab my bag off the floor  - BAM - got him right in the booty. 

2. Having the guy mentioned in #1 continually bring up how funny the whole thing was. "You just went right for it. Didn't get my number first or anything. Not even my name!" I was beet red every time the stupid thing got brought up.  

3.  Scooting off a fence, only to feel my pants snag and what do you know - RIP from the wire.  Got a nice gaping whole right under my butt.  I rocked the 90's sweater-around-the-waist look all the way back to the car.  Brought me back to my elementary school days...only it was cool then, and last night I just looked like a fool. 

4. To make matters worse, apparently some of the people who were with me in #3 thought my pants just ripped. "It's funny they didn't rip during the game, but then did walking back to the car."Apparently they missed the part where they got snagged by the wire. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

All of the winners go country dancing.

Okay, so I may or may not go country dancing... a lot.  And kind of love it! Even if 90% of the boys there are kind of super weird, i'm fine with it.

I don't know if it's the awkward looks, creepy approaches, or terrible dancing that makes me love it so much? Perhaps its a combination of all that awesome-ness.

I want to document my top four favorite stories from the past couple of years. Might just make you want to start going too ;)

Counting down, starting with number four!

4.  Dancing with a boy who fails to look at me the entire dance. I want to emphasize "entire". He talked alright, but only would look past me towards my left ear. Odd, right?  It gets better.

3.  One time I noticed a complete weird-o staring at me. Not in a flattering way. Like an "i'm-totally-checking-you-out-and-am-coming-to-get-ya" type of way.  I noticed said stare and deliberately walked briskly over to my purse and grabbed my phone. I continued to pretend like I was texting someone in order to avoid dancing with the above-mentioned weirdy [weird-ee]. Did he take the hint?  I'm afraid not.

2.  Once I was dancing with a guy who was...well, not the most apt for country dancing. Or probably any style of dancing or moving in general for that matter...  I awkwardly hopped and bounced around to the music. And as a result of his "new move" he wanted to try out, I ended up with a bloody lip from him knocking me in the face with his elbow. 

1. So I know a few people who have ended up dating someone special after meeting at country dancing.  I figured that I had been going long enough that it was my turn for such an opportunity.  I told myself that whoever asked me to dance next was my soul mate. Super dramatic and hopeful right? RIGHT.  I got poked on the shoulder and turned around to see my one true love! What was he like you might ask... well, let me tell you. He was about two inches shorter than me, a terrible dancer (similar to the above "hopper and bouncer" mentioned in number 2), and about 35 years old.  This Asian man did not say one word to me the whole dance. I asked him questions and he would simply nod and look away. We'd make quite the pair don't you think? ;)

Now, after reading about all of that fun aren't you tempted to go yourself? :)
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