some one goes and asks me another 5 questions, and you have to suffer through all the answers here. 😉
Deb sent me these questions a while ago and I’ve been procrastinating, so here we go:
1. From one accident prone person to another: What was your most memorable “lack of grace” moment?
Gee, there are just so many to choose from. 😉 My most memorable, huh? (This is the main reason I’ve procrastinated, Deb, I just can’t choose one out of the millions, heh). I suppose I could tell about the time I accidently nailed one of our church leaders where it counts with a snowball, or then there are the jillions of times I’ve cascaded down stairs, or crashed into doors. There’s the time I dumped (accidently of course) gingerale all over my best friend’s homecoming dress, or when I body slammed one of those door posts that stands in the middle of a double door. Oh, and there’s the lawn mower toe and all the times friends have hauled me back off a curb as I’ve stepped off, twisting my ankle and trying to plunge into the oncomeing cars. But, no, I think I will tell the epilady story. I may have told this one before, so bear with me if I have. . . .
I was on my mission in Chile, I had been in Chile for nearly 6 months and was getting a very good handle on the language. We had a number of people we were teaching and seeing regularly. It was so easy to get to be close friends with the Chilean people quickly, I loved my time there. When we are on a mission we are always with a companion, mainly for safety reasons, I can sure tell you I wouldn’t want to wander the streets of Chile alone being a young blond American girl (shudder) who speaks spanish only semi well. At this particular time I had a companion from Bolivia, and she was so sweet. One particular morning she was shaving her legs with an epilady. “You, should try it,” she tells me in spanish, “you don’t have to shave for a long time.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?” I inquired. She assured me that it didn’t hurt much and me, forgetting momentarily my very sensitive skin gave in and gave it a whirl. Most of you know that an epilady basically plucks out all the hairs on your legs. It hurt some, but what was worse was the reaction after wards. Because of my super sensitive skin I had red dots and splotches all over my legs – it looked like I had some horrid rash.
We had no time to worry about that however because we were off to visit a family that was very close to us. Now, it was not an easy feat for me to traverse the sidewalks of chile, as often they would be broken and uneven, and just calling to me for some klutzy disaster.
As we approached the family’s house I saw that they were all outside, and I was excited to see them. I flung my arm in the air to wave a hearty hello and started to shout a hearty “Hola!” Right at that moment with my arm in the air and the word barely begining to escape from my vocal cords I hit an uneven piece of sidewalk and my ankle gave. My “hola” turned into an “Holaaaaaaaah!” as I flew forward with such force that my backpack disengaged from my body. I watched as it soared, almost in slow motion, over my head in a beautiful arc. It’s flight to freedom ended with a dull thud at the feet of the papa, as the whole family stared at me in open mouthed horror, or most probably bemusement, because I must have looked terribly funny. So there I was, on my hands and knees gasping for breath, blushing furiously, and staring at my backpack in the distance when I felt the Paps hand on my arm helping my up. With a worried voice he asked, “Hermana (sister), Hermana, are you ok?” I mumbled something somewhat incoherent about being fine when he caught a glimpse of one of my freshly epiladied legs (I was wearing a skirt, just past mid calf, so they were plainly visible). “Hermana! Your leg! What did you do, are you sure you are ok?” In horror I stared at my companion, trying desperately not to dislove into a puddle of laughter right there on the sidewalk. I don’t remember what excuse I came up with, but I just know I managed to leave out the epilady, for how do you explain that to a man? Aye, aye aye! 🙂
2. You wake up one morning and find a time machine in your back yard, fully operational. What era would you journey too and why?
Garsh, there are so many to choose from – but having just past Easter, I would love to transport to the time the Christ was on the earth. It would be something amazing to have been hear and to see and hear the Savior in person, could you imagine? I would have loved to sit at His feet and be taught by the Son of God.
3. What’s your favorite song, and what special meaning does it hold for you?
I don’t know that I have a favorite song, or maybe it’s just that I have a lot of favorites. There is one song that is very very old called “Lullaby Land” that I just love. you probably wouldn’t ever find a recording of it, but the song has been in our family for years. I remember my mom playing it on the piano when I was a little girl and she would sing the words to all of us, and to Grandma. As I got older I learned to play it and mom and I and all the rest of us would gather round the piano and sing that song along with numerous others. It holds so much memory. I think that song has to be one of my favorites.
4. Your favorite genre of writing?
Children’s of course! 🙂 In children’s I like to writing commical fiction about children getting into one scrape after another (sound familiar?), I also like to write fantasy/fairy tale type stories too. I more recently have really enjoyed poetry, as with kids it is easier to finish a poem which is usually rather short in length, rather than an entire story.
5. What teacher impacted you the most in your school life?
There are three teachers that impacted me the most. First was my third grade teacher, Mrs. Trask who taught me that school and learning was indeed fun and that I could accomplish anything I put my mind to. Second was my 6,7, & 8th grade science teacher, Mr. Blanchard. He was funny, challenging, and loved his students – and let us eat crickets, how cool is that? 🙂 heh Last was my band director all through highschool, Mr. Elliot. You learnd a lot more in music than just music. 🙂