I have some confessions to make: I present well on the outside, but can sometimes be a mess on the inside.
There, it's out and I'm ready for a 12 step program.
So it's only fitting that I have an embarrassing story from Sunday, but you get the shortened version. I know, I'm glad too.
So Sunday I ran the GW Parkway race (yay me!). Great race and I ran with some great friends, which was even better.
Afterward we were heading into DC with our visiting family to walk around and one of my friends said her dad has a fitness center/shower in his office building. The key thing to remember here is that her dad is retired 3 Star General and former Assistant Commadant of the Marine Corps (in civilian speak: former assistant grand poobah). So naturally this makes my husband instantly anxious and squeamish because he is only used to presenting in front of generals and getting hammered with questions and criticism, not using their shower facilities!
So all goes well until we are heading home from a day in the city and I look for the keys to our other vehicle that I parked at my friend's house (general's daughter).
Crap. No where to be found.
So while my husband is now not speaking to me I call my friend and tell her I may have dropped them in the locker room, which just so happens to be 25 miles away-convenient. I ask if her dad can look for them when he goes into work.
20 minutes later she calls back saying he went down there to look (my eyes get big with embarrasment), and that yes indeed they were there in the locker room (relief, but extreme embarrasment now).
And the best part? He'll sit and wait for me to drive up there to retrieve said lost keys (I'm pretty sure I wet myself with embarrasment at this point). I ask Terry if he wants to go or wants me to go and I got the look of "OH HELL NO WOMAN."
I drive up sheepishly and crossing my fingers that in the coming years my husband's name doesn't pass his desk and he suggests that the Paustenbaugh family get transferred to Korea for 6 years.
Seriously. I have no words for the embarrasment and the utter stupidity I felt. He was so gracious, but I felt like I was 16 again and Dad had to bail me out of an embarrasing situation. Imagine having your CEO leave his house on a Sunday and retrieve something you lost and spend 2 hours of his/her day helping you, the person working in the mail room.
Needless to say I'll still be hearing about this when my own husband retires.
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So now onto not so embarrasing things, but pretty things.
I recently got my hands on some Crate Paper Emma's Shoppe items and I absolutely love them! I have already made 2 layouts and envision many more! These basically made themselves and yes, I would marry Emma's Shoppe if I could.
I had been wanting to scrap these photos since last spring when I took them, but just wasn't sure how and with what papers to do them justice. Well, I found it in this line of papers and happy to have them scrapped, my little free spirited daughter who keeps us on our toes and makes us sigh all at the same time!

And can you tell someone figured out how to use their sewing machine???!!!! It's addicting. And after one embarrasing story I won't tell you why I was having fits with it, it was 100% user error....
Have a wonderful Tuesday!
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