totally awkward tuesday

So my most recent awkward moment happened this last week. Pretty Roomie and her Special Friend were out on a date. According to PR, he doesn't even like her. According to the rest of the Roomies, he's head-over-heels. Anyway, PR and SF were out.

Athletic Roomie and I were chillin' on the couch, watching tv. It is common practice for me to strip off my clothing as I relax on the sofa after a long day at work. This may just mean taking off my sweater and shoes, or it may mean I sit there in my bra and underwear. On this particular day, I wriggled out of only my bra and I flung it away. That thing was getting really scratchy and uncomfortable to wear. So there I sat in my tank and sweats.

It was 8 o'clock. The front door opened. I heard Pretty Roomie. I thought of teasing her about Special Friend, but then it occurred to me that he might be there. I was watching a rousing boxing match at that time and before I could even turn around I heard his voice, "Who's winning?"

"Uh, the guy in the black shorts." I replied. SuddenlyI realized I wasn't wearing a bra and I was sitting there in my strappy tank. I slid my knees up and hugged them. Then it hit me. If I wasn't wearing the bra, where was it?!

Gah! I looked around the room. There lay the bra on the arm of the sofa in plain sight. The bright turquoise and flowered bra was right in front of SF's nose!

I didn't know what to do. I panicked, and springing from my seat, flung myself at the other couch, banging my knee badly on the way. I swooped down upon said bra and fairly flew to my room all the way down the hall. Athletic Roomie was reading in the back room. Between laughs, I told her my whole terrible plight.

At this time, I wasn't exactly sure what to do now. Should I hide in my room until SF left? Or should I just nonchalantly walk back into the front room and pretend nothing happened? I opted for choice number two... but NOT before I threw on a tee-shirt.

still breaking me

i looked into my nephew's tiny face

and all the feelings just came flooding back

and i saw his baby's tiny face

and i felt the pain all over again

i let him go

i didn't want to, but i had to

it was the right thing to do

"even with our fists held high

it never would've worked out right"

then i looked at his tiny face again

and saw, in part, my own image

the image of my family

and i knew i could've had that

i could've had it all

just like his wife has it all now

but i walked away

love at any cost,

a dull ache that wishes things were different,

is not love at all

mmm-mmm-memories!

gimme a break, gimme a break, break me off a piece of that kit-kat bar!

lick, lick, crack! how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie-pop?

hold the pickles, hold the lettuce. special orders don't upset us. all we ask is that you let us serve it your way!

can you tell me how to get, how to get to sesame street?

pound puppies

skip-it

just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go dooown, the medicine go down...

care bears

strawberry shortcake

teenage mutant ninja turtles

I'm sitting here smiling because these are all good memories for me. Things I remember from childhood... there are more, like the Wizard of Oz and Little Mermaid. :D

Share your favorite childhood toys and programs with pictures then let me know you posted it on your blog and we can all reminisce together.

Oh, and in some completely unrelated news, can anybody tell me how to get one of those thingers (RSS feed reader or something like that) so that I don't have to go around clicking on everybody's links in order to see their pages? THANKS!!

totally awkward tuesday

Well, here I am again, and for once, I don't have a story in mind... But never fear, there are always awkward stories on hand when I am here, and I am pretty sure I'm here, so... (drum roll please)...

I present to you the ever repetitious...

I Didn't Know Someone Was There

I say that this story is ever repetitious (I'm not sure if that's a word, but it is in my dictionary!) because it repeats itself on at least a weekly basis. The usual story is that I'm sitting at work, making jokes about something with the girls, and then I decide to make some sort of a funny comment. This funny comment is usually for girl ears only. Or eyes for that matter... That brings me to moment #1

The Bend and Snap

You have all seen Legally Blonde right? Well, you know Elle Wood's classic move, the "Bend and Snap" in which you bend over with your botty high in the air, only to return to standing position in a quick snapping motion ending the whole thing with your hand perched noticably under your boob, in order to draw the most attention with the least amount of effort to your womanly assets. I realize that was a gigantic run on sentence, and every fiber of my grammatical right brain (or is that left brain) is telling me that I need to change it. But I think it was necessary to convey the entire concept of the "Bend and Snap". I really do. Run-on sentence stays.

Anyway, now that we are all well versed in the attention-getting move, you need to know that I decided to perform this act in a fit of silliness while at work.

"Beeeeend and SNAP," I said in an inapropriately loud voice. "Heeheehee," I chuckled. Then I turned around.

There was Accounting Guy sitting in Payroll Lady's office. WHAT WAS HE DOING THERE?! Yes, Accounting Guy had been privy to the whole scene.

Every story ends the same. I turn several new and exciting shades of red and slink over to my desk and sit down and shut up.

They're Not Cheeks!

During yet another silly moment at work with the girls, I somehow ended up sitting on my friend's desk. She said in Spanish, "Quita tus cachetes de mi escritorio!" or "Get your cheeks of my desk!" I, being the dum-diddly-do that I am, burst out with a boisterious, "Estos no son cachetes, mija, son nalgas!"

Translation: "These aren't cheeks, girl, they're buttocks!"

Immediate response: too much laughter. "Lupe's in his office" my friend managed to pant at me between laughs. Yet again, I turned various shades of red, maybe even purple.

Lupe came out of his office with the "You are definately crazy" look on his face. I said something about them putting up a sign with an "in/out" flip-board on it, so that I would know when not to say stupid things. It probably wouldn't be effective, though... There's little hope for me.

Oh and speaking of buttocks...

You're Welcome... but Not to These!

In Spanish de nada means "you're welcome." Nada sounds an awfully lot like a really funny word, nalga. We just learned the meaning of that one. I'm sure you can see where this is going... SO, if you want to be really funny, instead of saying de nada when somebody tells you "thank you" you will say de nalga. Literally translated: "from my butt cheeks."

Working Mom told me thank you for something. I (after a quick glance over the counter, just to see if anybody was sitting over there. Nobody was, so I felt safe.) shouted out de nalga!

Oops.

There was a man sitting over in front of Hiring Lady's office. He stared at me. Alot. I think he felt that I had mentioned my booty, so it was fair game. He took staring to a new creepy level. I tried glaring at him. No luck. I hid in the corner, then came back. He continued to stare. I needed to do some filing, so I turned my back to him. Staring even more!!

At last I put on a long jacket, to reduce the staring quotient. Finally he left. This time the red face was out of annoyance with Staring Man's creepiness.

There are more stories, so many more. I'm sure the girls could tell you... I put my foot in my mouth at quite often. But I will spare you the rest. Besides, I need my beauty sleep so I can go embarrass myself some more at work tomorrow. Have a great Tuesday and go post your own awkward story at Nina's Theories.

totally boring tuesday

Now that Tova is no longer continuing her "Totally Awkward Tuesday" feature, Tuesdays are really boring. And, actually, I'm minorly worried about Tova. She hasn't posted for two weeks, and it's very disheartening, if not worrying. Oh, it's also sad, because Tova's blog was voted "Blog of Note" and now she doesn't even post. I really liked reading and participating in her stuff, too.

Oh well, that doesn't mean my life is any less awkward. As a matter of fact, I will share an awkward moment from a couple of months ago right now.

I often put my foot in my mouth, and this instance is no exception. There was a new employee at work, and I was helping him fill out the w-4 form, you know, the one where you put how many dependents you want to claim. He filled it out and I was looking it over to see if it was correct. I noticed that he forgot to put his marital status, so I told him. He marked it "Single."

I opened my mouth.

I inserted my foot.

I chewed vigorously.

I'm not going to lie. This guy's what I would call a handsome man. He'd probably be even better looking if he got rid of the beard, but that's beside the point... Anyway, he came with a woman a few days before, when they were filling out the paper work. He told me about his 3 year old son the previous day. I guess I just assumed the woman was his wife, with whom he had the child.

Never assume.

Anyway, back to marital status. I said...

"Oh, I'm going to tell your wife you put single."

"Well, that'll be pretty hard, since I don't have a wife." he replied.

I turned several different and unique shades of red. I picked up a paper from my desk and held it awkwardly in front of my face.

"Oh, I'm really embarrassed. Don't look at me... I guess I just assumed that woman with you the other day was your wife." I managed to say.

He laughed. "That woman was my mother! She came to help me find a house. She sure is going to love you, though!"

"Oh, uh, I didn't really get a good look at her. I just noticed that she was uh, a woman, and um with you. Please don't look at me right now. I'm really embarrassed." I once again put the paper in front of my face between him and me.

He laughed. At least he had a good sense of humor. The whole situation was made worse by the fact that it appeared as though I was unashamedly hitting on the man. Remember "Oh, I'm going to tell your wife you put single"? That just seemed like I was so obviously trying to find out if he was actually single, even though I really didn't mean it that way.

At least I am a resiliant girl. So far Single Dad (I'll call him that from now on) and I haven't crossed paths too many times. It's sure to happen again, though. He's management and I know I'll be seeing him around... Gulp. Maybe next time I can resist the urge to snack on my foot.

I'm an auntie!!!

So, I have been slow on the post lately, but partially because my nephew, whom I will now refer to as "Angel Baby" and maybe I will later come up with a better name, was born. He was a 9-11 baby, but we will not hold that against him. Maybe it was a bad day before, but now it's a good one, too.

His poor mother spendt days waiting for him to come, walking up and down stairs, and being turned out of the hospital 3 times (after the third time, her water broke as they walked in the door to return home)! But all is well with Angel Baby and SIL and even my older brother. (Although he is very possesive with the baby. Gosh, Daddy, give someone else a turn to hold him!) The child was apparently very comfortable in his former surroundings, since her labor lasted more than 2 days dilated 5 cm or more... He even came out holding on to his umbelical cord, as if to say "NOOOO, I don't want to come out!!!"

Anyway, he is the most adorable creature ever (until my children are born, of course) and I am thrilled to be an auntie. I don't know what else to say. I love that little guy!

You have stories about nephews or neices? Post 'em in the comments!

six word saturday

You know how to play! Describe your life in 6 words! Here are my words for the day:

Giving TLC to my neglected home!

Play along! Click on the linky pic below...

free confession friday

So, technically it's not Friday anymore, but when I woke up this morning, it was Friday, so close enough!

Today my confession is... I love weave hair. Some of you are saying, "What the heck is that?"

Well... let me tell you. It's when you get your own hair braided in cornrows along your head (or at least that's the way I do it) then tracks, or wefts, of human or synthetic hair are sewn to the braids. It comes out looking like you have a head of hair completely different (or strikingly

similar) to your normal hair.

My hair is very thin and it doesn't grow very fast. I got my first weave just to make my hair fuller. Did I mention that you can also glue tracks to your hair? You don't have to braid it if you're going to glue them (but you also risk more damage to your real hair when you remove the tracks). I've had four weaves total since then, and I pretty much love them! I just took out my last weave, which ended an almost 2 month long weave affair, last week. Oh, how I miss my long, long locks!

BRAIDS ON MY FIRST SEWN-IN WEAVE

THE FINISHED PRODUCT

But on the plus side, I can actually put my hair in a high pony tail now, and I don't have to worry if my real hair is covering my seams at the top!

So there's my confession. Some people think I'm crazy for getting weave hair sewn on, but I say it's akin to dying or perming your hair. Only thing is, it's less permanent! Other people think I'm too white, but as my friends say, "She can get weave if she wants. It's just like us, we want our hair to look different and cute..." The first one wasn't so great, but we're definately figuring things out. Pretty soon people will not even know what is my real hair and what is not! So there's my shout-out to My Stylist! You the best! :D

second blogging award!

I'm so excited! I got another blogging How cool is that? Thanks, Ebony, from Sizzling Publications!

Here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might not know.
5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.
6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated.

Here are seven things about me (that you might not know).

1. I am the second child of three.

2. I have no sisters.

3. I speak Spanish (almost) fluently.

4. I love hot cocoa, even in the summer.

5. My older brother and his wife are going to have a baby ANY DAY NOW!!! (and I'm going to be an aunty for the first time!)

6. I lived in Peru for a year.

7. I used to be a boxer.

Here are the seven that I'm going to nominate (I hope I can find seven who don't already have it! I only follow about 10 blogs...)

1. La Aventurista @ My Latest Adventure

2. Kristie @ Enamorarse de

And well, I was going to nominate Raine@ True Confessions of a Single Mother, too but she already has this award! I guess I can't even come up with seven... But it's the thought that counts, right? Hopefully?

Besides that, I'd really like to thank my wonderful 10 faithful followers. I read all of your blogs and I'm so glad that you read mine! If it weren't for you, only my mom would read me (and I actually think she hasn't checked it out in a long time.) So that makes you guys the absolute greatest!!! It wouldn't be any fun without all of you.

So thanks, Ebony, and thanks everybody else who reads and (hopefully) enjoys my blog.