A few days ago, I had a day that would not be considered by most standards to have been all that great.
To set the stage:
It was (and still is) the first week of school. I have an excellent schedule and was at school when...
I realized that I was practically Starving to death!
I was SOOOOO hungry, and it was only 2nd period!
I reached for my backpack, resolving to eat a part of my lunch early, which is what I usually do, when, to my utter disappointment, it was brought to my attention that I'd foregone my lunch preparations. Simply put: it wasn't there.
Devastated, I set out upon the rest of my day. Still, life went on, I had a spectacular day, and all was (more or less) well.
By the time lunch rolled around, though I'd resigned myself to a day of hunger, I couldn't help but to look around at everyone else's lunches. I had nothing better to do, they were all busy eating, I wasn't. I looked at my 'self's' lunch, and I realized that I'd forgotten another crucial detail on the day in question.
It was my very best friend's birthday!
Sheepishly, I apologized.
She was very sympathetic and kind. I felt like a lethargic fool.
Still, the day wore on.
It got better and better, as my days usually do, though I still couldn't forgive myself for all of my forgetfulness in the morning... neither could my poor tummy. It was angry at me, but I ignored it.
When I got home, I made a lovely cake and brownies. I bought a balloon and a unicorn (yup, a real-life unicorn!) and I brought them over.
Turns out she wasn't home... ah dang.
So I went home (but obviously left all of the stuff with her marvelous parents)...
A few hours later, I decided to go to a large-scale pool party/luau. Once I found the elusive party, it quickly rose to my attention that I did not know anyone there. Not well anyway. I determined that I would have to either socialize with relative strangers or die. I did not choose the latter (*cough cough* obviously! *cough cough*).
After a good while of doing absolutely nothing (but of course bonding with random people) we actually got to go into the pool...
Only 15 minutes in, we began to see lightning. 25 minutes in, we were told to get out. I then stood in the middle of the parking lot, all by myself, in a horrendous, torrential down-pour for nearly half an hour. My parents had elected it to be safer and more convenient for them to drive me there instead of myself... The issue was that there was roadwork or something and they had to take a detour... and they went to the wrong parking lot because it's hard to understand people over the roaring resonance of the rain.
yes. Doesn't that sound like a Fabulous day to you?
Really though, it was!
When you shift your perspective, you can see an entirely different world.
TRUE STORY!
You're so very welcome,
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
8 Days Old and Still Living With my Parents #embarrassing
Embarrassing moments...
We all have them.
I've recently had some pretty funny ones that I really just feel like putting on the internet...
no really, that's the plan.
Embarrassment...
Just a little while ago, I had THE FUNNIEST EXPERIENCE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE... At the expense of others, of course.
Imagine, if you will, a gorgeous summer day. The sun shining, the sky beautiful, and warm with a nice breeze.
I was riding my bike, parallel to a somewhat busier road. Minding my own business and in deep thought, I was awakened from my apparent stupor by a flirtatious 'Hey!'. I turned my head to see what on earth was going on as well as to see who was talking to whom. I realized that a teenaged boy, in a car full of his (presumably) friends (whom he was driving) was waving at me with half of his body outside of his car. I responded politely with a bewildered 'Hey' back. He (I'm pretty sure) was still formulating his next sentence when he accidentally swerved and drove halfway over the median before getting stuck.
I could not keep myself from laughing ferociously. It was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen. His friends in the back were all laughing too...
Shocked--and (more than) slightly embarrassed, the poor boy said, 'You didn't see that, did you?'
all I could do (because I was laughing so dang hard) was nod my head as if to say yes as I peddled away.
I can only imagine that it was a very embarrassing moment for this young man (and I wish him the best of luck in explaining this latest faux paux to his parents, the cops, and the insurance agency), but that's just what you get for not staying inside of your car when driving it... It was quite the pickle.
Speaking of Pickles...
Last night was another funny and embarrassing moment... this time for myself.
as background: my wonderful family has a fantastic sense of humor and we all tease each other to some extent because we love each other.
So anyway, my littlest sister is adorable and I like to call her 'Pickle', a name of which she approves. Last night, as I walked past her in the hall that connects our bedrooms, I treated her to a wet willie. After squealing, she tried to get me back. I didn't allow it (that's what little siblings do, ok? They're supposed to be teased and they can't do too much about it.). I went back into my room and locked the door. About 10 minutes later, when I emerged, she was waiting around the corner and surprised me with an attempt at a tickle. I laughed and she seized the moment to pin me to the ground.
With her plan working like a well oiled machine, me being pinned beneath her to the floor and I laughing hysterically, she commenced work on her real object in the operation: repaying my wet willie.
So there we were, in the middle of the entryway, myself dying of laughter and my sister administrating rapid-fire wet willies as if there were no tomorrow when my brother and his dear friend walked in the door. They couldn't do anything but join into my laughter at the bizarre sight. It was pretty great.
For the rest of the night we were laughing and marveling at how someone half my size had tackled me to the floor to wet my ears with saliva (delicious, eh?) as I watched Megamind (hence the title)...
And that's pretty much the end of the story.
So now that I've got that off my chest,
Sayonara, mis amigos!
______________
(signed, your worst nightmare)
Just a little while ago, I had THE FUNNIEST EXPERIENCE OF MY ENTIRE LIFE... At the expense of others, of course.
Imagine, if you will, a gorgeous summer day. The sun shining, the sky beautiful, and warm with a nice breeze.
I was riding my bike, parallel to a somewhat busier road. Minding my own business and in deep thought, I was awakened from my apparent stupor by a flirtatious 'Hey!'. I turned my head to see what on earth was going on as well as to see who was talking to whom. I realized that a teenaged boy, in a car full of his (presumably) friends (whom he was driving) was waving at me with half of his body outside of his car. I responded politely with a bewildered 'Hey' back. He (I'm pretty sure) was still formulating his next sentence when he accidentally swerved and drove halfway over the median before getting stuck.
I could not keep myself from laughing ferociously. It was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen. His friends in the back were all laughing too...
Shocked--and (more than) slightly embarrassed, the poor boy said, 'You didn't see that, did you?'
all I could do (because I was laughing so dang hard) was nod my head as if to say yes as I peddled away.
I can only imagine that it was a very embarrassing moment for this young man (and I wish him the best of luck in explaining this latest faux paux to his parents, the cops, and the insurance agency), but that's just what you get for not staying inside of your car when driving it... It was quite the pickle.
Speaking of Pickles...
Last night was another funny and embarrassing moment... this time for myself.
as background: my wonderful family has a fantastic sense of humor and we all tease each other to some extent because we love each other.
So anyway, my littlest sister is adorable and I like to call her 'Pickle', a name of which she approves. Last night, as I walked past her in the hall that connects our bedrooms, I treated her to a wet willie. After squealing, she tried to get me back. I didn't allow it (that's what little siblings do, ok? They're supposed to be teased and they can't do too much about it.). I went back into my room and locked the door. About 10 minutes later, when I emerged, she was waiting around the corner and surprised me with an attempt at a tickle. I laughed and she seized the moment to pin me to the ground.
With her plan working like a well oiled machine, me being pinned beneath her to the floor and I laughing hysterically, she commenced work on her real object in the operation: repaying my wet willie.
So there we were, in the middle of the entryway, myself dying of laughter and my sister administrating rapid-fire wet willies as if there were no tomorrow when my brother and his dear friend walked in the door. They couldn't do anything but join into my laughter at the bizarre sight. It was pretty great.
For the rest of the night we were laughing and marveling at how someone half my size had tackled me to the floor to wet my ears with saliva (delicious, eh?) as I watched Megamind (hence the title)...
And that's pretty much the end of the story.
So now that I've got that off my chest,
Sayonara, mis amigos!
______________
(signed, your worst nightmare)
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