Thursday, January 24, 2008

found....much too late

Some people have a true gift of telling a story and creating a magical, memorable moment. I have come to learn the hard way, that I am not one of these people.

Some of my most embarrassing moments are when I'm trying way too hard to be funny (and there have been too many to count).
I cringe whenever these memories come flooding back. Today this happened when I stumbled upon advice, years too late.

One of these moments was when one of my dear sisters asked me to give a toast at her wedding. Let's just say, Bambi, I'm still so very sorry. Luckily, Bobbi, my youngest, more eloquent sister, chimed in and saved the day. And thankfully, Bambi has and continues to be very gracious.

Here are a few things I need to persistently remind myself of:
-If you are consciously trying to be funny, just stop. PLEASE just stop.
-Sometimes moments cannot relived by retelling them...especially if the audience wasn't there.
-The glazed-over look in peoples' eyes IS your first clue that you need to wrap it up....quickly.
-It will happen again. This is just what you do. So at least get a good laugh out of it.

5 comments:

sgowin said...

Our pastor says, "If it's going to be funny later, it should be funny now." :)

I can totally relate, Krista! Kudos to you for being so transparent. :)

Unknown said...

I love you and have never been mad at you for your wedding toast. I did dance and sing in the shower and in front of the mirror! I was practicing to be a cheerleader! You can stop being hard on yourself! I was weird and deserve to be teased!

Bobbi said...

I'm so glad I could save the day! And...it is another funny story that we can tell to those who were not there! Love you!

krista said...

Suzanne-you're exactly right! And we did and still do get a good laugh out of it. But I still seem to get all flushed when I remember it. =)

dear sisters-No one ever deserves the torture I put you two through growing up. And I'm so glad you can laugh at me as well. Love you both so very much!

Susan Backer said...

Siblings are born to torture each other. I, too, was tortured as a child by my older brother and sister. And, since they do not read your blogspot they cannot defend themselves or tell any stories about me!=!
You're the greatest, Kris.