I just have to say that I hate being embarrassed. I mean really hate it, avoid it at all costs kind of hate it. Also, I don't think I get embarrassed too easily so situations that others may find embarrassing I really don't. Like my sister Tara's story about the ObGyn I don't think would really embarrass me too much because I just tell myself those guys see that kind of stuff all day every day and it's no big deal. So, I don't have too many stories that I can recall because I think I must block most of them from my memory. My husband says it's because I'm guarded and I definitely think that's true.
I've walked into a tree because I was looking the other way, forgotten the steps to dance routines at the recitals, and backed into somebody's car in the parking lot. But nowadays most of my embarrassing moments revolve around the things my children say and do. I think these ones embarrass me the most right now because I feel like people think that everything your kids do is a reflection of you and your parenting. But whatever, I really do try and not worry about that kind of stuff too much. Anywho, here's a few of my most memorable (wish I could wipe them from my memory) embarrassing moments.
Dead Weight
When I was a teenager one Sunday I was at church and I had to get up and leave before the meeting was over. But my foot was seriously asleep and when I stood up to leave I could hardly move. I wanted to just slip out quickly and quietly but I couldn't. I kept trying to take a step but my leg was dead weight, like flopping, dragging, bending at the ankle, dead weight and I had heels on making it virtually impossible to walk. I felt trapped, I couldn't go back and sit down and I just wanted to get out of there, but short of crawling on my hands and knees I didn't know what to do. I just had to hobble and hop with my foot bending and dragging slowly out of there with a bunch of people sitting there thinking "what is wrong with that girl?"
Noisy Newlyweds
Just sharing this story is embarrassing to me. But whatever, when we were first married we lived on the second floor of our apartment complex. Right below us lived an adorable little 6 year old girl and her single mother. One day in passing we stopped and were chatting with them and the daughter asked us what all the noise was above her bedroom. She said it was really loud and squeaky. Um, how do you answer that? Gee sorry, I guess we better stop jumping on the bed! I'm pretty sure her mom was more embarrassed than I was, but I was pretty mortified!
Have a Seat
One Sunday about 3 years ago, when I was pregnant with my youngest son we walked into church late and there were no seats available. We were relegated to the very back on the noisy wood floor and we had to set up our own chairs so pretty much the whole congregation was aware of the fact that we were late. When a few chairs were set up I went to sit down on one and just as I was bending down to sit my husband scooted the chair over and I fell loud and hard. The clamoring type of fall that causes everyone to turn and look. My poor husband felt so bad, he didn't realize I was going to sit down and I was horrified. Just the feeling of falling when you aren't expecting it and then having everyone staring at you to see what happened, not good and super embarrassing.
I hope you've enjoyed me reliving my humiliation!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Aliece's Embarrassing Turn
I think that most of my embarrassing moments start with my mouth and my naivete. From making stupid comments about foreigners in front of Emilie, (she must think I'm an idiot) to not knowing enough about a topic and totally getting laughed at in the conversation. (Thankfully, that usually happens with family.) Honestly, I mean well. I spend way too much time thinking about how wrong something sounded and how I wish I could have a do-over. I would've just kept my mouth shut!
I had a good moment in high school. My girlfriends and I were invited to eat lunch at a guy's house, a guy I obviously did not know. We were jumping on his trampoline, showing off a bit and I did a toe touch and completely ripped the crotch of my jeans. Well, they were Jill Jarvis Badger's jeans, Calvin Klein's to be exact. She was there and laughed her head off! (Which actually made me feel better, I was worried about her jeans.) Thankfully, the guy had a little sister and let me borrow some of her shorts which I returned at school a couple days later. And Mom was able to repair Jill's CK's. Thanks Mom!
Oh, and there was our first childbirth class. We were so excited for our first baby, but we had crazy schedules so I signed up for the class at the last minute. I asked the lady on the phone if we needed to bring anything to class. (Before everything was online, obviously.) She told me no and reassured me I would receive a packet in the mail with all of the info. Well, Keith and I both rushed to the class after work, not having checked the mail that day. (He actually had to get off work early to make it.) We were the last ones to arrive, but we got there in time for introductions. At the end of the class, our instructor had us grab two pillows and lay down. There were pillows stacked on tables behind everyone, so we did. When we got up to leave we realized that everyone else had brought their own pillows and we totally grabbed the pillows of the people sitting next to us! I felt so D-U-M-B! We apologized. It was not that big a deal, but we did have to finish the next 3 weeks of classes with them. And we brought our own pillows! Ugh! That felt pretty stupid for a while!
I had a good moment in high school. My girlfriends and I were invited to eat lunch at a guy's house, a guy I obviously did not know. We were jumping on his trampoline, showing off a bit and I did a toe touch and completely ripped the crotch of my jeans. Well, they were Jill Jarvis Badger's jeans, Calvin Klein's to be exact. She was there and laughed her head off! (Which actually made me feel better, I was worried about her jeans.) Thankfully, the guy had a little sister and let me borrow some of her shorts which I returned at school a couple days later. And Mom was able to repair Jill's CK's. Thanks Mom!
Oh, and there was our first childbirth class. We were so excited for our first baby, but we had crazy schedules so I signed up for the class at the last minute. I asked the lady on the phone if we needed to bring anything to class. (Before everything was online, obviously.) She told me no and reassured me I would receive a packet in the mail with all of the info. Well, Keith and I both rushed to the class after work, not having checked the mail that day. (He actually had to get off work early to make it.) We were the last ones to arrive, but we got there in time for introductions. At the end of the class, our instructor had us grab two pillows and lay down. There were pillows stacked on tables behind everyone, so we did. When we got up to leave we realized that everyone else had brought their own pillows and we totally grabbed the pillows of the people sitting next to us! I felt so D-U-M-B! We apologized. It was not that big a deal, but we did have to finish the next 3 weeks of classes with them. And we brought our own pillows! Ugh! That felt pretty stupid for a while!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Miche's Most Embarassing
For some reason, most of my embarrassing moments happened when I was a child. Maybe back then I was more vulnerable to feeling embarrassed, I don't know. I do know one thing, my sister Tara's moments trump all of ours. I have had the usual accidentally farting in ballet class, riding my bike into a trash can while waving at someone, and falling flat on my stomach on stage at a ballet performance. But, to get things started I am going to tell you about one that happened just last night.
My in-laws invited Mia and me, and some of their neighbors over for a weenie roast last night. My father-in-law has a four wheeler that he uses for all sorts of tasks. It was outside by the fire and I asked him if I could give Mia a ride on it. I have never driven a four wheeler before. So he showed me what to do. Pretty much Mia screamed the whole time. I wanted her to be safe so I kept one arm around her. I kept doing the whole stop and go, stop and go. I felt like an idiot. I thought I might run into their horse pasture but fortunately I turned the four wheeler just in time. As I was finishing our little ride, I started to get worried about where and how I should stop. I kind of freaked out and before I knew it I was running into one of their plastic chairs. I heard Dan's dad yell, "Stop, stop." Yeah, I totally broke the chair. Their neighbor was standing there watching the whole time, looking at me like I was the dumbest girl in the world. I think I gave my in-laws heart attacks, and I don't think I will be riding the four wheeler again anytime soon.
I am not a fan of going to the dentist. I have had to get some serious dental work done lately. I always try to look really nice and dressed up when I go so that they don't judge me on my teeth. I also feel like I get better service from people when I look the part. One time after a long appointment, I got in the car and took a deep breath and glanced in the rear view mirror to fix my bed head hair. Then I saw them. Two visible boogers right in my nose. I. wanted. to. die. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I still can't laugh about it yet.
One time, when I was in the fourth grade everyone was out at recess playing soccer. That's what all the cool kids did. Whether it was football, soccer, or kick ball. Lots of us girls would try to join in even though the ball never got passed to us. I remember this so clearly, one day the soccer ball was headed straight for me. I couldn't even believe it. Much to my dismay the ball smacked straight into my stomach. It came with such force that the ball forced me to let out a ginormous fart! Ah ha ha! It was so loud and EVERYONE heard and was laughing. I yelled, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" But everyone knew that it was. I wanted to die at the time and crawl into a hole. But now I think it is hilarious.
My in-laws invited Mia and me, and some of their neighbors over for a weenie roast last night. My father-in-law has a four wheeler that he uses for all sorts of tasks. It was outside by the fire and I asked him if I could give Mia a ride on it. I have never driven a four wheeler before. So he showed me what to do. Pretty much Mia screamed the whole time. I wanted her to be safe so I kept one arm around her. I kept doing the whole stop and go, stop and go. I felt like an idiot. I thought I might run into their horse pasture but fortunately I turned the four wheeler just in time. As I was finishing our little ride, I started to get worried about where and how I should stop. I kind of freaked out and before I knew it I was running into one of their plastic chairs. I heard Dan's dad yell, "Stop, stop." Yeah, I totally broke the chair. Their neighbor was standing there watching the whole time, looking at me like I was the dumbest girl in the world. I think I gave my in-laws heart attacks, and I don't think I will be riding the four wheeler again anytime soon.
I am not a fan of going to the dentist. I have had to get some serious dental work done lately. I always try to look really nice and dressed up when I go so that they don't judge me on my teeth. I also feel like I get better service from people when I look the part. One time after a long appointment, I got in the car and took a deep breath and glanced in the rear view mirror to fix my bed head hair. Then I saw them. Two visible boogers right in my nose. I. wanted. to. die. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I still can't laugh about it yet.
One time, when I was in the fourth grade everyone was out at recess playing soccer. That's what all the cool kids did. Whether it was football, soccer, or kick ball. Lots of us girls would try to join in even though the ball never got passed to us. I remember this so clearly, one day the soccer ball was headed straight for me. I couldn't even believe it. Much to my dismay the ball smacked straight into my stomach. It came with such force that the ball forced me to let out a ginormous fart! Ah ha ha! It was so loud and EVERYONE heard and was laughing. I yelled, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" But everyone knew that it was. I wanted to die at the time and crawl into a hole. But now I think it is hilarious.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Confession: Most Embarrassing Moment(s)
Warning: I am about to disclose way too much personal information. I hope you can handle it. (I know my sisters can.) Definitely going to be tmi, but we gotta keep it real here.
Where do I start? Embarrassing moments happen to me all too often. I've locked my baby in the car while it was running, I've driven away with the gas pump nozzle still in my car; I've been in a car accident, didn't see the damage to the car and let the lady leave scott free; I've been peeing on a plane to have my 2 year old open the door; and I stutter when I speak in public. There's more, but the point is I can be so socially awkward. I get the 'Is she OK stares?' all too often. Here are a few of my more memorable embarrassing moments:
Gettin' Down and Dirty
All growing up my parents had an office cleaning business. All the kids willingly, happily took part in the family business, especially me. ;) *sarcasm* Although, now I am more than grateful for all the many, many lessons it taught us.
Anyway, one day when I was at the fragile age of 17, I was cleaning the dentist's office in my ever so attractive head gear. Honestly, I personally do not know of anyone who's had to wear head gear since the 80's, but whatevs I did. Isn't that fact alone embarrassing enough? Back to the cleaning, I was just finishing vacuuming with my disc man; rocking out to some legit tunes and maybe doing some seriously sweet dance moves. I was twirling around as I pulled the cord out of the socket, and just as I looked up I saw the Dentist mouthing the word "hello." I pulled off my head phones and whipped off my head gear, as fast as I could. Turning many shades of scarlet I said "hello," not only to the dentist, but to his whole entire family too. He laughed and said, "Hey, we love to see people enjoy their work." Which actually, was the most endearing, perfect thing to say. It did make me feel better, and still does after all these years.
It was embarrassing. Period.
Before I got married I made an appointment with the ObGyn to get on birth control. I hadn't had my period for four months, and was a little anxious about all of it. It was my first time meeting this male doctor and he seemed ok, asked me the usual question, etc. Then he proceeded to give me my first pap smear. (Is there an uglier word?) As he was downtown he looks up at me, kind of chuckles then announces, "Annnnd you've just started your period!" What do I even say? I was mortified....Then he has his nurse hand him a tampon, and he inserts it for me. OMG! I think I stopped breathing right there on that table, and I surely wanted to just die. Then, as they step out of the exam room to let me get dressed I can hear the nurse announce just outside the door, "Well, that one's going to have to come back for the rest of her exam, she started her period on the table!" Talk about professional. I was totally shamed!
Hope you've enjoyed some of my humiliation! Looking forward to hearing some of my sisters' stories.
Where do I start? Embarrassing moments happen to me all too often. I've locked my baby in the car while it was running, I've driven away with the gas pump nozzle still in my car; I've been in a car accident, didn't see the damage to the car and let the lady leave scott free; I've been peeing on a plane to have my 2 year old open the door; and I stutter when I speak in public. There's more, but the point is I can be so socially awkward. I get the 'Is she OK stares?' all too often. Here are a few of my more memorable embarrassing moments:
Gettin' Down and Dirty
All growing up my parents had an office cleaning business. All the kids willingly, happily took part in the family business, especially me. ;) *sarcasm* Although, now I am more than grateful for all the many, many lessons it taught us.
Anyway, one day when I was at the fragile age of 17, I was cleaning the dentist's office in my ever so attractive head gear. Honestly, I personally do not know of anyone who's had to wear head gear since the 80's, but whatevs I did. Isn't that fact alone embarrassing enough? Back to the cleaning, I was just finishing vacuuming with my disc man; rocking out to some legit tunes and maybe doing some seriously sweet dance moves. I was twirling around as I pulled the cord out of the socket, and just as I looked up I saw the Dentist mouthing the word "hello." I pulled off my head phones and whipped off my head gear, as fast as I could. Turning many shades of scarlet I said "hello," not only to the dentist, but to his whole entire family too. He laughed and said, "Hey, we love to see people enjoy their work." Which actually, was the most endearing, perfect thing to say. It did make me feel better, and still does after all these years.
It was embarrassing. Period.
Before I got married I made an appointment with the ObGyn to get on birth control. I hadn't had my period for four months, and was a little anxious about all of it. It was my first time meeting this male doctor and he seemed ok, asked me the usual question, etc. Then he proceeded to give me my first pap smear. (Is there an uglier word?) As he was downtown he looks up at me, kind of chuckles then announces, "Annnnd you've just started your period!" What do I even say? I was mortified....Then he has his nurse hand him a tampon, and he inserts it for me. OMG! I think I stopped breathing right there on that table, and I surely wanted to just die. Then, as they step out of the exam room to let me get dressed I can hear the nurse announce just outside the door, "Well, that one's going to have to come back for the rest of her exam, she started her period on the table!" Talk about professional. I was totally shamed!
Hope you've enjoyed some of my humiliation! Looking forward to hearing some of my sisters' stories.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Happiness Project
For the past couple of weeks I have been reading, The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. Intellectual and informative books always take me longer to get through. But anyway, My book club at church read it. I have always wanted to be part of a book club and now I finally am! I have really enjoyed reading this. Gretchen maps out a 1 year happiness project doing different things to help enhance her overall well being and feeling of happiness. She wasn't depressed or anything she just wanted to be happier. I love this book because she takes charge of her own happiness. She doesn't let the world or whatever happens to her determine it. She doesn't tell you specifically what to do to be happy, but you can learn from her project. Besides, we all have different things we need to do to make ourselves happy.There are some negative reviews on the book. Some people thought she sounded arrogant because she talks about her great life. But, I didn't feel that way. Possibly because I read reviews before hand, and I decided I didn't want to judge her (or judge her book by it's cover ba ha ha). It's not incredible writing, but I didn't need it to be. I have simply enjoyed learning from her everyday stories. It also helped me to realize that I am personally doing a lot of things to instigate my own happiness. However, I have so much to work on.
Here is one of my favorite quotes from the book (It's kinda long sorry), "To be happy, I need to think about feeling good, feeling bad and feeling right...To be happy I need to generate more positive emotions, so that I increase the amount of joy, pleasure, enthusiasm, gratitude, intimacy and friendship in my life. This wasn't hard to understand. I also needed to remove sources of bad feelings, so that I suffered less guilt, remorse, shame, anger envy, boredom and irritation. Also easy to understand. And apart from feeling more "good" and feeling less "bad", I saw that I also needed to consider feeling "right."
I just loved that quote when I read it, and I wrote it down in my journal so I would always have it handy. The author goes on to develop her, "First Splendid Truth" which is, "To be happy, I need to think about feeling good, feeling bad, and feeling right, in an atmosphere of growth."
So I have been working on having more positive thoughts this week. Like when I am feeling stressed out at my job I say, "I love my job, I love my job, I am grateful for the money, It's so convenient." It actually helps. I notice that when I am positive, I work faster. Another time I was craving a candy bar really bad and I said, "It might make you feel good right now, but the long term effects will make you feel worse." And I resisted. I am pretty proud of that one, but I can't always resist the sweets. Not now that we have a Neilsen's Frozen Custard in Rexburg now! Yay!
I hope you enjoyed the review. Peace out sistas.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I'm At That Point In Pregnancy When...
my hips hurt in the morning when I wake up...
I waddle when I walk...
I can't make it through a whole night's sleep without getting up to go to the bathroom...
I need help to get off the couch...
I worry every time I haven't felt the baby move for a few hours...
I can't bend over without feeling like my guts are getting squished out...
tying shoes and painting my own toenails are definitely out of the question...
shaving my legs is a bit challenging...
I feel like a beached whale trying to roll over in my sleep...
and heartburn is my constant companion!
I'm longing for the days when I can...
lay on my stomach...
touch my toes...
run after my two-year old...
wear normal clothes...
lift heavy objects...
do some Turbo Jam...
hold my other children on my lap comfortably...
hug my husband close...
and breathe!
But...
I'm loving every minute of it!
I am happy every time I feel the baby move...
I feel blessed to have such healthy, easy pregnancies...
I love not having to worry about my waistline...
I love shopping for baby clothes (girl's this time!)...
I freaking love not having a period for a good 1 and 1/2 years...
and I seriously can't wait to hold this little one in my arms!
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wright Brothers write!! I'm takin over!!!
This letter is almost in protest to the long standing Wright sisters Write blog that Me and Vaughn (the two boys stuck in the middle of five girls) have been excluded from. I hope no one is going to get offended, I'm mostly doing this to be funny, and I really don't fell bad at all. Just wanted to write a little note to let you guys inside my head. The other day I was talking with Tara about some random stuff, and she commented that because of some of the stuff I had said she felt like she didn't know me. I thought that was extremely lame on my part, because I take responsibility for not communicating enough with you guys, being the sibling living the farthest from home.
This little post is about cherishing what you have while you've got it close. These past six months have been so rough being apart from the family. (Not really looking forward to deploying, don't worry still not going anywhere) The weekend I spent in Arizona was so much fun, being around all the family, but mostly being with my awesome wife, and two amazing kids. It's crazy what you miss out on even with things like skype. Max was soooo fun. I feel like he and I are starting to bond in that awesome father son way. I can't wait for this weekend when they get to Georgia. P.s. Georgia is rad if anyone wants to plan a visit.
I also want to mention how much I miss the craziness of Sunday dinners and all the little get togethers. Em never understands why I love arguing with the family so much, and I can't really explain it either, but I love our deep "discussions". I hope everyone is good, I miss you all. A side note, Emilie will be posting a blog relatively soon about Georgia and our house and what not. Later, Neils
This little post is about cherishing what you have while you've got it close. These past six months have been so rough being apart from the family. (Not really looking forward to deploying, don't worry still not going anywhere) The weekend I spent in Arizona was so much fun, being around all the family, but mostly being with my awesome wife, and two amazing kids. It's crazy what you miss out on even with things like skype. Max was soooo fun. I feel like he and I are starting to bond in that awesome father son way. I can't wait for this weekend when they get to Georgia. P.s. Georgia is rad if anyone wants to plan a visit.
I also want to mention how much I miss the craziness of Sunday dinners and all the little get togethers. Em never understands why I love arguing with the family so much, and I can't really explain it either, but I love our deep "discussions". I hope everyone is good, I miss you all. A side note, Emilie will be posting a blog relatively soon about Georgia and our house and what not. Later, Neils
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