It seems like forever since I've done an Awkward and Awesome post!--glad so many of you enjoy this feature, because I really have fun with it. Here's a little sampling of the last several months. . .now, and, uh, lets not think of the future just yet. :P After all, "awkward" is my middle name. :cough: Like the time I dropped. . .oh yeah, and then I slipped. . .never mind. :P Don't forget to comment with some horrible-hilarity yourself! (and while your at it, I'd love to hear what "awesome" things God is doing in your life. :)
- Walking into a restaurant with a younger sister and being questioned by the hostess--"what's up, girls?" Um, ok, so I know we LOOK like loitering twelve year olds, but really? REALLY??
- Making cake for company. Hm? Oh, the soupy-chocolate batter all over the kitchen? That was SUPPOSED to happen. Secret ingredient.
- The swollen-look-of-gloom that continually met me in the mirror for nearly two weeks. It's called canker sores.
- Waking up too quickly for work, blacking out, and smacking my chin on the dresser. Goodbye teacup collection!
- Posing as the semi-official "coffee girl" at a friends wedding a few months ago. . .and forgetting to turn the hot water knob OVER the industrial sized coffee machine. Result? Scalding water. Everywhere. Hey, laughter (and plenty of towels,) covers a multitude of sins.
- Weeding in the rain. As in, the landscaping looked better pre-mud-clods-all-over-the-grass. If I ever get my flip-flops clean again, I'll let you know.
- Picking window seats for EVERY flight (trip to Washington,) and. . .after several long moments of indecisive agony and torture, asking in an oh-so-small-voice if the two gentleman sitting next to you would "mind getting up for just a second"?
- Battling an earbud package--you know the kind that have the bubble case and just refuse to open without scissors?--with a pen. And punching a hole in it. Only to realize, after further warfare, that you just CAN'T pull the nasty pink things out. Meanwhile, no one is taking pity on you, the flight attendant isn't allowed to carry scissors #refrainsfromsarcasticcomment and your 30 minutes of free airport WiFi is dwindling.
I'm pretty sure Caribou Coffee barista's with knives will always and forever be my heroes.
- Wearing a borrowed maxi skirt. . .in the rain. I had to roll it up about 10 times to keep the hem off the ground. You can imagine what it looked like before I came to this ingenious decision.
- The first rodeo of the year. Nothing quite like cowboys, crazed, bucking bulls, ice cream, and good old fashioned Americana.
- Discovering the Love Comes Softly series. Like I mentioned in my last post, sometimes cheesy, heartwarming romance just hits the spot. And this is coming from an hater of Christian romance. Yes, you may congratulate me. ;)
- Spiritual wrestling. We serve a powerful, Only-Wise Lord!
- Buying everyone coffee. . .at the zoo. Gotta do things in style. B)
- Coming home from nannying to a warm shower, a more-then-half-way completed blog post, (double win!) and a plateful of peppers with hummus. This, my friends, is what I call living.
- Spending an afternoon with Beyond the Mask friends. And gushing over teapots. And eating pizza. And exploring the Shire. And talking about Adventures in Odyssey. And just being totally blessed. . .because fellowship is food for the soul.
- Seeing my friends and all-time favorite Celtic music group this weekend, The High Kings. 'nuff said.
- Waking up early to drive nearly two hours for the girls assessments with mom; a chatting, laughing, frozen yogurt kinda deal. Sometimes the smallest things bring the biggest joys!
- Getting "brown paper packages tied up with string" from one of my Lovelies. Yes Danielle, I'm looking at you! ♥
- Conversations with three year olds. Just yesterday while nannying, "Mimi" (that would be Yours Truly) and the twins were discussing all the awesome-points of Mimi. . .such as "well, Mimi jumps on the trampoline," to which one of them adds, "that's because your short enough!"
- Nearly completing a journal. This my friends, is a huge milestone coming from a girl who for years would write two. . .or three. . .pages at a time. As in, that was the extent of all and every journal I tried writing (for "my future grandchildren." I know, lame. :P ) Until now. Very proud of myself, to say the least. :)
- Falling in love with thread crochet all over again.
"I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living."