"Let's Get in Shape!"
Admittingly I haven't done any yet! Than why am I on here? Because I am cheating!!! I plan to do some form of exercise, but I just havent yet...I am so bad...lol
So I thought I would have a post that was on a lighter note. Share one of my goofy, what's wrong with me moments. This happened a few years back, but I still tell the story, and I have the hardest time not laughing while sharing the details.
First of all, I am a jumpy person, but more so earlier in my life. My husband could come around the corner, I would even know he was in the house, but he would still startle me and I would let out a little scream, or sometimes NOT so little. He hated it, because his heart would jump right out of his chest. It was a vicious cycle. He would startle me and I would scare him. So I began to train him, whenever he was coming into the room or house unexpectedly he would holler to let me know he was coming. I would giggle and sometimes roll my eyes as if to say, "Is that REALLY necessary?"
One afternoon my Mom called and said she would be stopping by. I was thrilled, and began to prepare for it. She was to be over right away, and so I was getting my boys around. My mom didnt normally use our front door or use the doorbell, so when the ding dong went off I thought it was a bit odd, but proceeded to head for the door. When I opened the door it was a male salesman, and this gave me an instant start. I immediately screamed like a girl in a horror movie in one of those horrible shower scenes. It was loud, shrill, and looooong. As I was screaming, releasing my vocal chords I was watching the salesman who now had a look of shear terror in his eyes. Not only did he have a look of terror, but I saw his body tremble. I wanted to stop, and I could hear myself, but I almost felt like it wasn't coming from me. All of this took place in a matter of seconds, it felt like an eternity to me, and I am positive he felt the same way as well. As I stood there now, catching my breath from such a long windpipe experience he and I just stood there eye to eye. Of course I was immeditately remorseful and began to try to explain this sudden outburst. Here is what was said.
Said scream has suddenly subsided, and he and I are just standing there, both with astonished looks on our faces.
Me: I'm sorry about that. I thought you were my mother.
Him looking puzzled, said," Ohhh that's okay."
Me: She never uses this door.
As if that explained the Amityville Horror moment......
Him: Well..... I was wondering if you would like to buy some shoe cleaner?
Me: Ohhhh.... no thank you. (I should have bought his whole bag of cleaners, but I just wanted him to disappear. I was so embarassed.)
Him: Okay, have a nice day.
Me: You too.
I shut the door, and I am mortified! My mom walks in the back door, closely after this experience, and I began to divulge what happened. I want my mom to say something like, "Don't worry about it honey, Im sure it wasnt that bad",
or "You poor thing, that is unusual." anything along those lines, but nooooooo she says, "You did whaaaaaat?!" I began to laugh so hard and she does too. I am so horrified about it that I can't stop laughing. She and I sit on the couch trying to imagine what that poor salesman must have thought. Was there an evil man in my house and I was screaming for his help? Would he be required to put on a Superman cape and rescue me? After weakly explaining that I just thought it was my mom, did he think I was on medication, or needed to be?
I have no idea, but I guarantee that this story is one he has shared with some of his friends or wife. It wouldn't have surprised me at all if he had to call it a day once leaving my house. I still can't believe that I couldn't have explained it any better now. The excuse just didn't make sense, but he caught me off guard people, hence the scream!!
"The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things; That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, To be discreet, chaste, keepers at home, good, obedient to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed. (Titus 2:3-5)
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May. 18, 2006 - Untitled Comment
Love ya!
-Indy Gail