In this blog, I like to share the ups and the downs of missionary life. I also seek to be honest about my shortcomings and struggles. I am a smart person, but occasionally, I do dumb things.
You might remember this...
http://www.thisisstaciesblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/dumb-mistake.html
Or this ...
http://www.thisisstaciesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-learning.html
And don't forget this doosey...
http://www.thisisstaciesblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/chamberpot.html
Well, here is another one for you. In my defense, I can now blame the pregnancy brain. The pregnancy brain is a true, physiological symptom of pregnancy that makes women forget A LOT. I remember when my cousin was pregnant. She couldn't remember a thing (shout out to Denielle)! I thought it was funny at the time, but now I find it frustrating. I have a terrible short term memory anyway (when I am not pregnant) which is why I write everything down. Combine that with pregnancy brain and I am a disaster.
Here is what happened...
A couple days ago, George and I decided to take a walk to the grocery store. It's only ten minutes away from our house. I had been wearing a sundress that I only wear around the house and quickly changed into jean capris and a shirt. These capris are kind of stretchy and often slip and sag a little. I am usually tugging at the waistband as I walk. As soon as we left the house, immediately the jeans began to slide. Since I was used to that, I didn't think anything of it. But as we walked, they slipped literally every two steps. I complained to George that I was so annoyed at these stupid jeans. They kept falling. Finally, I just had to walk holding up my jeans. By the time we reached the store, I decided this was the last time I was wearing these jeans. I was used to having to tug at them a bit, but this was ridiculous. We entered the store and headed to the milk isle. I pulled up my jeans once again and decided to look down. Can you guess what I did? I left the house without buttoning or zipping my jeans. Yep. I am a moron. Who does that? I've forgotten a zipper before, but to not even button my jeans? That was a first. No wonder they kept falling. Fortunately, I was wearing a long top so I don't think anyone could see anything. I quickly rectified the problem and laughed about it for the next hour. Wow, if I am doing this at 14 weeks, I can't imagine what will happen over the next six months!
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Thanks, I needed that laugh...poor Stace.
ReplyDeleteThis was so fun to relive your moments! Especially since I got to be there for most of them...ha ha ha ha. I'm not sure which is my favorite....I love the fireworks story, which is part of how Mike got his nickname, Danger (and subsequent tattoo of Danger on his arm!). But I'm probably going to pick peeing on the floor as my favorite story....the second time, especially!
ReplyDeleteLove your honesty, my friend!!!
Love,
Amy