My Street Cred Couldn’t Help Me through This

How’s my lovely bunch ‘o hot stuffs doing this morning? Hope everyone’s content. If not, go grab a Diet Coke, come back, and you will be.

I had a fun weekend, mostly because I’m an amazing ripsticking goddess and I pretty much rock and am cool beans and kick A and take names. It feels SO GOOD to use my body again (that’s what she said) and it was nice to kinda sorta be getting exercise but not really feeling like I was – I wasn’t slaving away on the treadmill or anything; instead I was dropping occasional D bombs and getting all roughed up. And, just so you know, now that I’m an official ripper (the boarding kind, not the farting kind) I’ve got some hardcore street cred. So I’ve got ‘yo back.

So I’m sore and happy that I’m sore because it means my body isn’t as sedentary as I originally knew, and it means I didn’t die from an asthma attack from over-exertion this weekend. The Briester is slowly but surely making non-anorexic steps up in the world! My body is so happy (but oh so tired!). (And I made up for it last night by eating like a ravenous insatiable hellion. Seriously. Ask W or B. I tore through that kitchen. Go me!

So yesterday in church the Big B and I had to give talks in Sacrament Meeting. Me no excited about it, but I did it anyway, even though I really wanted to pout and do a no call no show thing, but okay fine whatever I’ll just do it and get it over with. We were supposed to pretty much take up the bulk of the meeting – we were each scheduled to talk for 20 minutes. So I got to do the fun part of the talk, since we’re new in the ward: introduce ourselves ‘n stuff. So I basically thought I’d do that, end a little early, and make B make up for the time since he had to go last.

Yeah.

So I got up there, and I wasn’t wearing my glasses, so I couldn’t see much, and I was kinda thinking, “If I can’t see them, maybe they can’t see me” you know, thinking like a wee child, and it kinda worked, which was good because our ward is full of old people who can’t help but fall asleep in meetings because a) they might be bored but b) they’re most likely just falling asleep because that’s what old people just do and it's kinda weird and sad but oh well. So anyway at least I couldn’t see that otherwise maybe the Breezy might have felt bad? Probably.

But anyway so I was blabbing away, getting into my stories, and I was talking about my mom (the talk subject was on family) and I was talking about how much I loved her, and how tight we are, and in the talk I said this: I’m so glad my mom is serving her mission nearby so that I can still see her occasionally. Because me and my mom are like THIS. And then I did the cross your fingers thing (see pic). And after I did it, I started to panic, thinking did I really do that during a talk? The cross your fingers thing? I’ve never seen anybody do that before!! Yes, I really did do that, in an official, very important meeting, people are listening to me and I’m supposed to be legit and I’m talking like a 14 year old ohmygosh I’m so embarrassed make me stop oh geez I can’t stop because I can’t see the clock I really wish I had my glasses eeeehhhhh I guess I’ll keep going I wish my street cred could help me at church I’m lame okay things are better I think I’m starting to dissociate.

I ended up blathering away for 25 freakin minutes. Holy shat.

So glad it’s over.

FAMILIES.ARE.AWESOME. That’s all I should have said. No finger crossing, no blabbing, no nothing. Three words would’ve sufficed. Oh dear. What a roughie.

And here, just for fun, is a pick of ‘Lil C in nursery. He hated touching the play-doh with his hands, it made him feel nervous, so he’s got a little play fork and knife and was poking away. My poor, sad, OCD child!! What to do, what to do…

Have a great day folks.

(oh and PS I'm so behind on blogs, be patient with me, I'm getting there, I swearsies!)