Girls Write Out
Friday, October 28, 2011
I'm sure you can tell by the facial hair on these three people that there aren't children in this picture. I hope you can see from the bubbles that Mel and Rich and I were having fun like children when Lissa took the shot. I'm here to remind you, once again, to take time to have fun and play no matter your age or circumstances. Laughter relieves stress. I particularly love laughing at myself, but today I'd love to laugh along with you.

Let me give you some examples:
When I was about three or four years old my cousins came to see me. Their mother was there, too, but I mostly played with my cousins. They were boys. I had a little fire engine with pedals. In an effort to impress my cousins, I jumped into my fire engine and pedaled hard down the sidewalk, mouth open wide as I screamed the siren song. Unfortunately, I choked on a fly.

When I was four we lived in a duplex on a busy street in Ventura, California. It was a long time ago, back when people didn't lock their doors as often as they do now. I overheard my parents talking about a poor little baby who lived next door. My imagination took over, even that long ago, and I decided that little baby needed to be rescued from his mean parents, and I was going to be the rescuer. So I waited outside on the front porch and peered through their screen door until I saw the baby crawling alone on the floor. I pulled open the screen door, raced into our neighbor's front room, grabbed the baby, turned back to run with the baby, and fell on him. He wasn't hurt, but can you imagine how my parents must have felt when I explained to the neighbors why I did what I did?

When I was in fourth grade I was still impulsive, and there were times when that impulsivity earned me public humiliation. I liked a guy in my class named Willy. I wasn't madly in love with him or anything, I just liked him. I was walking past his desk one day when, for no reason I could afterwards fathom, I leaned over, patted him on the cheek, asked how he was doing, and kissed him on the cheek. Willy turned red and ducked. The whole class, including the teacher, burst into laughter.

How about you? Have you ever done anything that your friends will never let you live down? Did you ever do anything so crazy and impulsive that you wonder if some UFO took over your mind for a few minutes one day? What's your most embarrassing moment? Think about your childhood today, and even if you don't come up with anything wildly memorable, I bet you'll have some fun reliving times from the past.


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At 3:04 AM, Blogger Ruthie said...

My dad had already gone on, getting our new home ready for my mother and I when we arrived. Back at our old home which was up for sale, my brother who was home for the summer from college and I were given strict instructions not to "mess up the place," that a prospective buyer was looking at the house the next day. With those instructions, mama went off to a ladies' farewell dinner in her honor at church. We decided we might as well get the dishes done (there were no dishwashers in those days unless you were VERY rich); my brother washed and I dried. But we got to playing around and soon were chasing each other in and out of the house and around the neighborhood, soap suds in hand. Up the back steps, pounding across the livingroom floor, down the front steps. Round and round we went until we were screeching and the neighbors were chuckling as we raced by. Finally, nearly worn out, my brother raced into the bathroom with me on his heels. Just as he shut the door, I gave a final spurt of energy...and promptly went THROUGH the door! The stillness and silence were enormous. We spent the next hour making the kitchen spotless and arguing over who was going to tell mama. We both did...and then I don't remember what happened next. I don't think I want to.

 
At 9:53 AM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

That's painful, Cheryl!

Impulsivity isn't a problem for me. I'm more likely to think something to death--which comes with it's own set of problems!

Colleen on the other hand . . . I'm remembering a certain morphine button . . .

 
At 1:29 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Ruthie, that's hilarious! I wonder if your brother can remember what happened next. Your poor mother!

Yes, Colleen can count on her friends to remind her of a morphine button at Diann's bedside, and how everyone keeps all buttons away from Colleen these days. But then there are times lately I wish Colleen was here with a morphine button, ready to go.

 
At 3:54 PM, Blogger jel said...

I try not to be impulsive ! cause it gets me in to hotwater to much!


as for the morphine button.
are good for a fix! and ya can get hooked on them! (FYI)


* for those who don't know me I have a weird sense of humor.

 
At 4:06 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

LOL, Jel. All I know about morphine is that it's good for heart attacks, and it really helps with pain after surgery. Would NOT want to get hooked on it.

 
At 4:35 PM, Blogger jel said...

I know they help after surgery.
I had one of them buttons, and I pushed the button every chance i got!

while I got ya here, check out my jelspeak blog, found something you and Colleen might like too try.

 
At 5:13 PM, Blogger Tracy Ruckman said...

I have so many moments of humiliation it's painful to recall them. And I tend to border on shy, so that makes it even more so. I'm hoping to grow into a person who can laugh at herself, and her goofs, more often - but God's not finished with me yet. :-)

I will share one fun thing that we still talk about.

Once, when my boys were teen/pre-teen, we were out driving late at night, and it was rainy and very cloudy - those low-hanging clouds that sit just above the rooftops. We noticed these odd lights shining in the clouds - they were in a circle pattern, and they kept moving around, hovering all over the shopping area near where we were. So we decided to "chase them" and find out what they were. The boys were convinced it was a UFO, and for awhile as we drove, I wasn't convinced that it wasn't one! It finally quit moving around so much, and we were able to stay in one place long enough to study it. We sat in an empty parking lot, trying to take pictures - and making up all sorts of stories about how the aliens were going to capture the people in the bowling alley across the street. We finally discovered that the lights were coming FROM the bowling alley/game center - they were massive, fancy-model spotlights (with patterns, designs, colors, etc) meant to draw attention from all over Atlanta.

The boys still tease about us chasing UFOs. :-)

 
At 5:52 PM, Blogger Peggy Blann Phifer said...

My first day of school as a freshman in high school (back in the days before "middle school") I proudly dressed in a broomstick skirt my mother had made in black calico, and a black, red and white plaid blouse.

Yeah, you know what's coming, right? "Don't you know that you're never supposed to were plaid with print?" and other equally humiliating comments.

I couldn't wait for that day to end and I never wore either the skirt or blouse again . . . ever. Not even properly matched. My first lesson in fashion sense. Then again, I was only 13. Who knew?

 
At 6:10 PM, Blogger Rockin' Ruby said...

a couple of friends and i had gone to the laundromat with my mom (this happened a few years ago), and she sent us to the little store next door to buy her and us some junk food(best part about going to the laundromat lol). so we were on our way out when ana ( one of the trio) decided to race and try to get out through the automatic doors. Gaby and i stopped dead in our tracks and watched in embarrasment as ana stood before one of the doors smiling at us in triumph at her victory and never noticing that she stood infront of a window and not the door.

 
At 7:19 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Jel, I do love those bars, or some like them I get at my local health food store. Especially the sesame!

 
At 7:22 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Oh, Tracy, that's hilarious! We had those in California when I was growing up and never saw them back here in Missouri. If someone were to see them for the first time, I can imagine what they might think!

 
At 7:27 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Peggy, I had an outfit in my teens that was intentionally made with print and stripes, and the colors matched, so it worked. Those fashion snobs just didn't realize you had beat them to a new craze.

Ruby, that's hilarious. One night my friends and I were running to get out of the rain into our favorite coffee shop. The rain made everything reflect so badly that I ran straight into the plate glass window, drawing attention of everyone there. We didn't stay long. I used to think public humiliation was worse when I was younger, but I'm not so sure now.

 
At 8:21 AM, Blogger Sandie said...

Well, you gals know how to have a good time. Sitting here thinking of all my humiliating moments. ROFL

I remember once I was talking to my friends on the way to the restroom. As I continued walking backwards and talking I walked right into ... the men's room. LOL Thankfully unoccupied at the moment.

Tracy, I was also painfully shy as a youth and am still shy in crowds, mostly because I am deaf in one ear and rarely hear everything going on around me. My children laugh because my mother - who is mostly deaf - and I talk to one another and miss half of what we each say so our responses don't always make sense. I also constantly hear from my family "I just said that." which is a *red face* moment too. :-)

 
At 11:38 AM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Sandie, I have a good friend who used to go hiking with me when we were younger. We hiked the Grand Canyon together a few times. She was so deaf that even hearing aids didn't help much, so I always made sure she was to my right so she could hear me. Even then, her most common refrain was "WHAT! SPEAK UP!" She taught Sunday School, and one day she had one of the members pray. When she thought they were done, she started in on the lesson. Unfortunately, the prayer wasn't finished. She still gets teased about that a lot.

 
At 1:56 PM, Blogger Sandie said...

Oh poor thing. How embarrassing. I've been told a conventional hearing aid would not help me. They did offer to drill a hole in my head for this other kind of aid. I opted out of that one at this time.

 
At 6:26 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Having a hole drilled is a scary thought. I don't know what I'd do about that. On the one hand, having my hearing would be very important to me. On the other hand, I don't like surgery. Still, if there's a chance for later...something to definitely think about. Since my friend doesn't remember ever hearing--she had scarlet fever at two years old--I think she's just never known different and it doesn't bother her that much. She hates it when people call her a sweet little old lady. I have assured her that she may be little and she may be old, but she's never been sweet and she's definitely no lady. She loves that.

 
At 6:38 PM, Blogger Sandie said...

This is what they showed me. Maybe it would help your friend? http://www.umm.edu/otolaryngology/baha.htm
I could hear in my left ear when wearing their sample but it was a different sound, would take some getting used to.

 
At 6:56 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

Sandie, thanks for sending that. My guess is that she has so many other things going on right now--she's caretaker for her husband, who is not doing well--she wouldn't be able to even think about it. But you might. Are you considering it?

 
At 7:28 PM, Blogger Sandie said...

No, I'm not considering it at this time. Maybe by the time I get to the point it would be needed they will have something less invasive.

 
At 11:05 PM, Blogger Hannah Alexander said...

You sound like me, Sandie. I'd be the same way.

 

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