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Day 10, Friday of the Challenge: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.
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I like to live by the rule that if I make someone laugh or smile with me, even if its at my expense, its better to deal with embarrassment that way. I was trying to come up with the most embarrassing stories of my lifetime but they either got lost in my memories or I have honestly blocked them out. All but one.
I met Ryan my freshman year in the traveling theatre group we both auditioned for at our University. We were friends with crushes that fall semester and started dating the week before Valentines Day that Spring semester. Sometime between February when we started dating and May when we parted ways for the summer we had our first kiss. Neither of us have remembered exactly when it was but that there was a lot of hype leading up to the first kiss. Which leads me to our embarrasing story we share together.
We were parked outside of my freshman girls dormitory in his car after a date. We both had to be in before curfew and we definitely waited until the last most possible moment to return back to our dorms on campus. It is already a little awkward and embarrassing in the beginning of our dating period because he was my first (and only) boyfriend at University. I had been anticipating the first kiss and getting more anxious about it every time one of my friends would ask me if it happened yet. This was not a party school. There was only one day a semester the opposite sex could visit the other dormitories and there were strict rules enforced. Doors had to remain open, male guests could not use the restrooms in our dorm rooms, and ‘all feet must remain on the floor’. The later rule I assume is to discourage make out sessions or heavier happening. Anyways I explain all that to say that my friends held pizza parties after you had your first kiss with a guy. Having not had any pizza parties yet and really wanting to kiss Ryan you can imagine my heart was racing inside his car. He tried to be smooth and lean over to kiss me and I obviously did not get the mental memo and instead of having my lips meet his, our heads collided so hard it hurt. So embarrassing. Needless to say that night was not our first kiss and no pizza party followed that evening. I remember going inside and finding my RA upset that he would ‘never try to kiss me again’.
|Ronan and mummy in 2005.|
No I am not pregnant. Though I have been diagnosed with a bad case of baby fever. My temporary remedy is living vicariously through all my friends who are having babies. Recently it seems like the number of those involved in family growing is way up. My newsfeed on facebook is filled with people pregnant, ready to give birth, or showing off their precious bundles of joy. Those little babies just grow up so fast. I can attest to that fact because my sweet babies are now eight and five years old respectfully. My eldest just had his brithday this past month and I can hardly believe eight years have gone by. In that same amount of time he will be sixteen and that just seems unfathomable. I would love in the next few years to have one more and try for my girl. I’ve only had her name picked out since 2004. 😉
|With my sweet Ronan in 2005.|
|My BFF from HS in Italy and Uni roommate, Caroline, with Ronan|
|My cabin-mate from Camp and friend from Uni, Lauren, with Ronan|
|Friends from University, Miriam & Grant with Ronan|
The school system is quite different in England, than how it is in the US. For instance most of the schools require a school uniform, and some even have ‘houses’ as depicted in J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. My oldest son is in Year Two, and that is the US equivalent of First Grade. While my boys are now in Primary school, they go to secondary school at age 11, off to College at the age of 16, and University at the age of 18. Ronan and Maddox are only 6 and 4 respectfully, and I am already anxious about how they will do on their A Levels and GCSEs. Thankfully we do have plenty of time to prepare for that stage of their education. I am enjoying every day that I get to take them to school and see them excited about being in class with their friends. This morning I snuck in for a little bit to take photos of some of the work Maddox has been doing in Reception. I find it hard to walk out and head back home, but he is always focused on learning as soon as he walks in to class. I hope that excitement about learning will stay with both my boys for years to come.
|Caterpillar by Maddox|
|Crocodile by Maddox|
I had a fun night tonight, reminiscing over the beginnings of my relationship with my partner, Ryan. I had quite a few short, meaningless relationships in school growing up, but Ryan was my first and only serious relationship at University. We were friends for a semester, traveling out of state frequently with our Theatre Ministry group and hanging out in the Theatre Department on campus. We dated the next semester, and had a summer break before Ryan and I got engaged. We spent the next two semesters planning our Fall wedding. Looking back on it now, it was a very short dating period of just a year and half. I really enjoyed reading back through my old journal post about our dating and wedding times, and so much so I’ve added it as a page to my blog. If you care to reminisce with me, than take a look at ‘Love Story‘.