Memories from when I was a kid pt.1

I guess I must have had a pretty great childhood because Im always telling my husband stories from back when I was a kid. I looked at life so much different back then, I think I was a pretty happy kid. Things were so simple. I also was a very very very weird kid growing up, its a wonder that I had any friends haha. And that's what makes the memories so great, because I dont even understand why I was the way that I was.

In junior high, I entered what was probably the most awkward phase in my life, or anyone's life really. I had glasses, braces, a stick skinny body like an ethiopian, and my best friend had an afro. Oh and I was in the band, which funnily enough I did to impress a boy, haha. That didn't really work out. I was so blissfully unaware of my nerdiness. I thought that I had it going on back then! haha. And then I look back on pictures from then, and I am grossed out beyond all belief. There are some so bad that I have started collecting them in a secret pile that no one will ever be able to see again.

Another very awkward thing that I did at that age happened when the Bishop of my ward called me into his office one sunday afternoon. He pulled me into the room, sat me down, and said, "Now Caitlin, after praying carefully about this, your young women's leaders would like to call you to be the Beehive President". Immediately I was on my feet yelling "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" I am not exaggerating, like at all. In fact, im probably under exaggerating. I probably did like a victory dance for him, because, I thought that if you were called to be the beehive, or mia maids, or laurel president, it meant that you were "the best". haha. I remember my bishop was actually totally laughing, im sure out of bewilderment that I would be so thrilled about this. He even told my mom about it, and she couldn't believe it.

Anyways, one of the stories I told Jesse the other day, was when my dad was training me how to ride a bike, I was like five years old on training wheels. I was making little circles in my col-de sac, and some how I ended up falling off my bike. It was very traumatic for me, I scraped my knee and even bled a little. But I thought it was the end of the world. I turned to my dad and yelled: IM NEVER GOING TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! and ran inside! hahaha. Like it was all his fault. Poor guy. I didn't legitimatly learn how to ride a bike until I was like ten, which was my deepest darkest secret that I kept from all of my friends. My sister lauren, who's 4 1/2 years younger than me learned on the same day I think. ha! That just gives you a little perspective to how uncoordinated I really am. I sware I have different genes from the rest of my family.  My older brother got some award for being one of the top three most athletic males in his high school! What a blow! :)

The Old Funnybone

Hello folks. Its time for an embaressing story for all of you eager (joke) listeners about my not-so-funny "funny bone". Am I the only person in the world that has hit their funny bone and thought: AM I going to DIE!? Well let me tell you, today I thought I was being visited by death itself after I hit it the ole funnybone on this metal machine at work that we like to call "the baler".


Only two, or three times in my life have I hit it on this very death spot, and everytime I do, I start to have some sort of melt down.

I didn't even hit it that hard, but my body like freaked out. The first couple of seconds I was fine. I thought wow, what a relief that I didn't hit it where it really hurts. Then all of the sudden, Im making faces, and yelling ahhh! (like for reals) and I had to stumble over to a couple of boxes, and put my head between my legs. No one was there to witness any of this, which is kind of a shame because I bet it would have been HILARIOUS. (Last time I injured myself at work by trying to slide a giant ladder under a beam and instead slamming my face into said ladder that slammed into the beam- no one saw that either) These moments of humiliation are meant to be shared, in my opinion. Im always jipped.

Anyways next thing I know, Im staggering myself to the break room like a big drunk person. A thought crosses my mind that I wish I could faint haha. I could feel my face draining of all its color. As soon as I made it into the break room, this girl is watching me as I walk to the nearest chair, and I wondered if she's thinking wow there's something seriously wrong with that chick- aka me. I started feeling nauseous, and I was thinking should I just go on my lunch break 3 hours early and sit this next hour out? As soon as I layed my head down for about two minutes and close my eyes, I felt like the world was dead to me, and I didnt care if I looked stupid.  3 minutes later I realized I was totally fine. It usually only takes about 5 minutes for recovery from hitting the old funny bone, but what a freak show!