I'm sorry I've been such a bad blogger. As I've mentioned in previous posts there is SO MUCH going on right now. All really good, but all really time and emotionally/spiritually consuming.
But yesterday I was listening to a local radio station and they had someone from the Y.M.C.A. giving some tips and it made me remember a really funny story about the Y.M.C.A....
In 2004 Karley and I lived in downtown Fort Worth doing Apartment Life. We loved the location! Fort Worth has the feel of a small town, but a really fun (and surprisingly, trendy) downtown. So we'd often walk through downtown to do various things.
Well one day I said the ultimate blond statement. Seriously I have never been so blond.
We passed this old building and it had a sign: "Young Men's Christian Association."
Thrilled beyond belief I started screaming with joy.
I immediately turn to Kar and said, "We have got to hang out here more!" (Kar is giving me a funny look. I assume she's just uncertain, so I decide to convince her more) "Think how great it would be. We could just hang out here and then we could meet young Christian men!"
She is now dying laughing. I'm totally confused as to why she isn't awarding me with a trophy for best idea ever. Not to mention my sleuth detective skills in seeing the plaque on the wall about the association.
She turns to me and barely can get it out through, now tears and, laughter: "Becky, you do realize that is the Y.M.C.A.?!"
Totally shocked and majorly disappointed I confess that I (obviously) had not a clue. And then joined her in laughter.
Fess up: Do you have a "blond moment"you'd like to share?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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I am sure Mia's story (which also includes Karley) about how cool that "parking garage" is on TOP of the skyscraper on I-10 near Gessner would be at the top of the list of the funny "blond" moments. Karley's classic reply "um, Mia, how do you think they get the cars up there?"
It just goes to show you don't have to be blond to have a "moment".
and, btw
HAHA-awe poor Becky! And isn't it always the clear knowledge and common sense of Karley to point these things out to us?
Oh Becky! This is HILARIOUS! I can totally see Karley standing there looking at you like you are crazy!
Oh Becky! This is HILARIOUS! I can totally see Karley standing there looking at you like you are crazy!
Love the story!!! Totally made my day, even read it to a friend, love you Bec, looking forward to our Arbonne Party coming up!
-Karley
me too kar! :)
And yes that is JUST LIKE KARLEY!!
We've been discussing the whole "dumb blond" concept lately around here. Have you ever noticed it's not normally the NATURAL blonds who do such things? LOL!
Okay, so I am a natural blond & I pretty much blow it for the rest of us. I'm part of an online stamping group called, "The Traveling Dork Sisters." I think I may be the only true blond (and now days I'm more of a strawberry blond) in the group. Anyway, we always have dork stories to tell each other. Several of us have fessed up to standing in an elevator & waiting for it to move...without ever pushing the buttons!
One I did recently: I was taking some medicine late at night. I put the huge horse pill antibiotic in my hand & walked to the kitchen for water. I forgot I was there for water & started doing other things with this pill in my hand. I walked to the table & put some almonds in my hand. I reached down, without looking, and tossed some almonds in my mouth. CRUNCH followed by HORRIBLE taste. I spit it out & saw white chalky stuff mixed in with my almonds. I was about to freak out that someone had put poison into the bulk bin at the store. It was THEN that I remembered why I had gone into the kitchen. Yep, Aunt Dorky. It's in your genes my dear niece! Ha-ha!
BTW, I wanna know if anyone else automatically felt an urge to toss their hands up and sing with hand motions: Y-M-C-A
Becky wanted to be at the Y-M-C-A-ay
They have everything that you need to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...
Oh my word, elevator stories...
A couple weeks ago as I was trudging into the building of my OB's office feeling and probably looking awful and tired... there was another woman who got on the elevator with me on the first floor. She was also clearly pregnant and looked about as bad as i felt BUT she had a cotton striped cute dress on (compared to my maternity jeans and Sergio's bmw t-shirt). Showing she, unlike me, made an effort that day to look human at least in her choice of clothing. I said to her how cute she looked and commented that I can barely bring myself to wash my hair blah blah blah, ha ha ha, we laughed and as we talked we got to her floor and she walked out with me JOINING her also. It wasn't until I was standing on the floor looking around that I realized this was NOT my floor! AND of course, the doors had shut and I had to push the button and wait for the elevator again. We laughed about prego-brain as she walked into her doctors office on that floor.
Good times. I laughed all the way up to the next floor and into my OB's suite.
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