my most embarrasing moment

big news in ramona that i forgot to mention on my last post is that it rained on monday! lots and lots of nice, wet rain. goodbye dusty roads, hello green grass! it's amazing how quickly things green up around here after a good rain. tuesday afternoon josh and i went down to the pond to see how high it had risen and i snapped a few pictures of things clean and things green. after going for so long without rain, it kind of feels like God looked down on us and decided that we needed a hosing off.

in other news, i have added yet another link to my list. i feel it's proper etiquette to only add the links of people who have commented on my blog. i commented on sarah's blog quite awhile ago and FINALLY she got around to commenting on mine! sarah is an old friend from highschool who may just be the only other person in the world who is as un-athletic as me. she's married and has 2 adorable kids...check her out.

directions from seargant blog writer (aka leah) commands us to write about our most embarrasing moment. whenever embarassing moments are brought up, my mind immediately flits to one, then flits right away again because it was SO humilitating i almost can't think of it without blushing all over again. it's awful, but, since i know that my readership consists mainly of females, i will write it out for you all to empathize with.

it was grade seven. i was at that cruel, awkward age when i wanted so much to grow up into something pretty, but i could tell from looking in the mirror that there wasn't much hope of that happening. i had a great big space in between my two front teeth, my bangs were in the process if being grown out which meant pulling them back in a hairband, exposing my widow's peak, and the glasses i wore had purple frames. combine that mixture with the fact that the uniform i was required to wear to my private school consisted of powder blue sweat pants and a sweatshirt. not much room for beauty there. despite feeling awfully insecure, my girl heart was "in love" with a boy in my class, even though i knew full well that i would never have a chance with him. one day we were doing some sort of science lab in our classroom that involved looking at things through little microscopes. our classroom didn't have enough microscopes for everyone to use one, so we were taking turns, girls first and then the guys. the object of my affection was sitting on the floor behind me next to his friend as i stood and bent over to peer at whatever it was i was looking at (i do not remember what it was, since the humiliation i experienced has blotted out all other recollections of that day), i heard some muffled laughter. i turned around to see my crush and his friend giggling histerically, trying to cover their mouths so i wouldn't hear. being at that self-concious age, i knew at once that they were laughing at me. i excused myself to go to the bathroom, turned around, looked in the mirror and vowed i would never walk into that classroom again. i had started my period. from the looks of things, i had started it many hours ago, since the stain was huge, had already dried and turned a horrible shade of brown. what could i do? what could i POSSIBLY do? thankfully, the school day was almost over. i went to my locker, got my jacket and tied it around my waist, then went and sat outside to wait for my mom to pick me up. i don't even remember what my teacher said the next day. all i remember was vowing never to look at those boys ever again.