Moments.
{I’m sorry I’m not sorry this post is so long. But seriously. Don’t know how this happened}
My most embarrassing moment
Well this is an easy one for me. And yes, obviously it has to do with my weight. It all started in Mr. Bailey’s grade 6 gym class (so cliché, I know). In true tubby form I faked some exquisite injury to get excused from the exhausting game of capture the flag. (Although it should be noted, I love-love-love that game). Anywho. Yes. I decided to take my red-faced, hot n’ bothered, overweight body, back to the girls’ change room to, y’know, chillax and not participate in gym class. And then it happened. My most embarrassing moment EVER. (ps Why do I tell you this? I do not know. I suppose because I can look back on it and laugh now. Phew) So there I was. Alone by myself. Happily walking towards the change room. And then I enter. And BAMN! There it was. The two most popular girls in my grade, both standing in my pants. Yes. I repeat. They were BOTH standing in my ONE pair of pants. I nearly died on the spot right then and there. There they were laughing away at how big my pants were, and there I was, standing frozen in the door way. I’ll never forget Charlene looking up through her laughter, “are these yours?” No! No! Ohmygod no! I told them they were Alison’s (poor Alison), as they continued standing in my pants, laughing away.
I cried myself to sleep that night, promising myself I’d never-ever-ever eat again. Spoiler alert: That was a lie. I find it quite funny looking back on it now, but my God, that was an awful moment in my childhood, and definitely beats out my adult years’ most embarrassing moments (such as that time in a first aid course where I was chosen to check someone’s body for injury and my hand hit her hip bone, and because I was fat, I had no idea hip bones were so sharp, so in front of the whole class I seriously, and quite frantically, thought I had found something wrong. FAIL.).
A moment I wish I could redo
My interview the other night? Can I say that? Gah. I wish I could redo that, but I suppose that’s not a good one. Hmm. This is a hard one. Let me think first. I’ll come back to it later. // I’m back now. It’s later. I still can’t really think of anything, which I suppose is a good thing, right? No regrets? Hmmm.
A moment I’m really looking forward to
Ready to get lame? I am really, really looking forward to finding out I’m pregnant. [Disclaimer: this is so, so, sooooo, far off in the future. Like after-I’m-married-and-done-a-lot-more-(stupid?)-things, future. But I’ve always thought finding out you’re pregnant must be SO FREAKING EXCITING, especially if the dude you’re with is the love of your life, and everything is good, and happy, and well, just yes. I know this is colour-me-lame, but whatever. I am greatly looking forward to this moment. (On a related note, I am also looking forward to being a grandmother. All of my grand parents passed away before I knew them (Hey kids. Don’t smoke) and I just think being a grand mother with a house full of crazy off spring and grand kids would be awesome-sauce.)
My favourite moment so far
Obviously many moments compete for this spot, crossing the finish line (like a crying baby – I might add) to the Chicago marathon (my first one) is up there, as well as the rush of excitement of quitting my job and realizing my plans were about to happen, or the moment I reached Base Camp, Mt. Everest and my guide whipped out hot, lemon tea. But I suppose if I truly think hard, my favourite moment to date was last summer with my sister. It was a beautiful summer’s day, and the two of us were out n’ about riding our horses. It was just the two of us, in the middle of nowhere, with green, country fields, and a Simpson’s-like sky. We both just let our horses, at their own will, gallop up this big hill, and I broke out into pure laughter from simply just being that happy. Leaving my sister and horse riding in Canada has definitely been one of the hardest things for me, but that moment, that day, I often go back to. It really was perfect. (This is also my ‘go to’ moment when I need to escape. Like in a dentists chair, or something).
My most humbling moment.
Without a second thought it was Germany’s concentration camps in Poland; walking around Auschwitz was certainly one of my most humbling moments of my life, as well as walking around Cambodia’s Death Camps. They’re moments I often refer back to, and they are moments that genuinely made me feel so blessed for the life I’ve been given, the countries I’ve lived in, and/or time period I was born into.
A moment that still makes me sad
If I think about it too much tears will fill my eyes, but losing my beloved dogs effected me a lot. It was the first time I ever dealt with death (spoiler alert two: I am terrible at dealing with death) and watching Jeanie pass away (the vet was on his way over to put her down) was a crazy emotional experience for me. (I have tears as I type this.) She lived a long (thirteen years!) doggie life, and a very spoiled one at that, but just watching the life leave something/one I loved so, so, so freaking much, tore my heart apart. . It actually blows my mind how so many people have dealt with death in a way worse scenario than a dog passing away, and been able to move on with their lives after something actually tragic occurring. My mom always said to me, “people never get over it, but they learn to live with it;” I often think of that.
A moment that makes me lol
Winter 2001. Tobogganing down a steep hill with my nearest and dearest friends. There was fresh snow. On a very steep hill. Running parallel to a pond. My friend Vanessa took a running start and jumped onto her flying-saucer, and started spinning uncontrollably. She hit a tree. Her and the flying saucer stopped for a moment in time. And then she slowly headed backwards towards the pond. The look on her face was magnificent. She slid onto the ice. Paused for a moment. And then fell through the ice. And then she panicked, my goodness she panicked. The water was only knee deep, but still (obviously) she freaked out. The others (myself included) were too busy laughing to help her. Perhaps you had to be there, but “Vanessa falling through the ice” still makes me literally, laugh out loud. (ps she was totes magotes fine)
My proudest moment
In an attempt to keep this long-ass post short, I have two that instantly come to mind. 1. I was on a run, running towards the city of Melbourne a few weeks ago, and I was just so damn proud of myself for coming to Australia all alone, and knocking off so many things on my ‘to do’ list, and having actually set up a life, with friends, and roommates, and a places-to-be-things-to-do, life from scratch. Also, I was pretty damn proud of myself last night when I saw MSN.ca had switched my blog over (I knew it was going to happen, but didn’t know when). Tres exciting moment for me, and one that won’t soon be forgotton!
