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Story #2

So I went to Avondale to visit one of my Besties on Tuesday and a few minutes before I got there I realized I didn't have any baby Tylenol. Poor teething Dallin is in a bad way so I found the nearest Walmart and made a quick stop....

The good part of the story:

The scene break down is as follows:
Ghetto Wal-mart, Me parked way close to the entrance (SWEET), about to pull two kids out of the car. Green car with a man of African decent inside clearly trying to get my attention.

CONVERSATION:

Him: (Whistling)
Me: (Trying to figure out if I was just whistled at or if someone else was)
Him: Hey girl, oh hey hey.... Um Excuse me?
Me: Yes, can I help you?
Him: Um yeah, I have a question, No disrespect, ma'am No disrespect, but do you have a boy friend?
Me: Yes i do actually? (I call him my husband)
Him: Dang girl!!?? Why you lookin so fine? You look good girl!
Me: ............thank you?
Him: Yeah Okay girl, okay girl. See you later mama!

I could not stop laughing I felt like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality when she is in the swim suit competition and she is talking to herself and laughing out loud looking like a really crazy person.

Let me tell you... I felt good. He could have been an old man... He could have been a gay guy............ I still would have felt pretty good about myself.
So all this time worried about my last 15 pounds, my stomach that indicates that I am 5 months prego (which I am NOT and far from it, for the record) plus the joys of nursing and add in 110 degrees outside as I try to haul 2 kids from the car into the cart (a little sweaty)
AND I GET HIT ON!!!!!

The Ghetto is helping me with my self esteem, better spend a little more time down there.

A Good Story #1

I LOVE a good story. My mom and I always swapped stories growing up, and still do today. I LOVE IT. My dad was always the one who could make your ribs hurt from laughing so hard from his stories! I continue to love having myself a good story or a good laugh whatever it may be. I feel like my blog reflects my family and mostly my kids. I need a place where I can document all the things that make me laugh and not worry that it might be in a journal in my house someday.

So Yesterday. I am walking the halls with #2 who is sleeping. I am wearing these little girls.

They are fantastic! I love them but I am not a great walker and have to concentrate when wearing heals I have other friends like Aubree who was born with 4 1/2 inch heals connected to her feet and that's all she wears and I know she NEVER loses her balance... ever! For me it doesn't come as naturally but I LOVE wearing them. I am almost all the way to the foyer in the church and I try and do kind of a pivot to go back the other way and totally lose my balance and start to fall. It happened in slow motion really, I lose my footing start to fall and try not to lose #2 who is sound asleep in my arms. My skirt flies up touching my stomach as I continue to fall and I use one of my arms to break my fall. There are 3 people in the hallway who witness this glorious event.

-A sister in the Relief Society Presidency

-The first counselor for the Bishopric

-An the Bishop form the ward before us

(sweet)

I am SO embarrassed since the two men are the ones who witnessed the great bend in 2010! (that is what we are calling my skirt not staying down)

My favorite part is that the sister in the RS RUNS over to me and says,

Sister in RS:"Oh my gosh! Are you OK? Did you fall asleep?!?!"

Me: "Um no, I just lost my footing and fell, I am really embarrassed"

Sister: "Are you sure you didn't fall asleep? That use to happen to me all the time when I would walk around with my newborns, you are just so tired, ya know?"

(what?!? 'Did I fall asleep', is that how graceful i must have looked. No, in fact I did not fall asleep but thank you for that)

Bishopric Member: "Sister, are you OK? Do I need to talk to your husband about this later and give him a hard time?"

Me: "No, It's okay, just a little embarrassed"

(And my ankle is THROBBING, NOT sure I can walk)

Me:"Yep I am totally fine"

(Why are you going to give my husband a hard time exactly? Because he married a klutz?" He knew that when he "sealed" the deal LOL, no pun intended.)

So I laughed all the way to young women's told one of my girls all about it and I will NEVER look at this bishopric member the same way again, would you? If you knew he has seen your slip and your G's? I don't think so.

Good Story.