Since we just moved into a new neighborhood, we've been wanting to meet some of the neighbors. A few weeks ago I ran into a woman about my age out by the mailboxes who had two young kids. We started chit chatting and she ended by saying, "You'll have to look for us the next time you go to the neighborhood pool."
So the next time we were at the pool we saw her and began talking again. I was very excited that her and her family might become our new neighborhood friends!
I decided to make some cookie bars for our family to take over to introduce ourselves to her husband and make contact with her again. The scenario that follows falls into the "what were we thinking" category....
It was late morning (this morning) and Gene and I decided to go rollerblading before we got our showers. So we threw Callan in the stroller and laced up our rollerblades (while I tried to frantically comb down my bedhead). Gene said, "Why don't we drop off those cookie bars that you made for the neighbors now since we'll rollerblade right past their house." I tried to tell him that I didn't want to meet them again before I had a chance to get a shower and look presentable. Plus we'd have rollerblades on and that might be awkward standing at their front door with them on.
A few minutes later, though, we were skating up the sidewalk...me with the cookies in my hand and Gene pushing Callan in the stroller. We rang their doorbell and they both came to the door. We talked a few minutes and then we went to leave. They knew that I was pregnant, so they said, "Be careful rollerblading. Don't fall!" At this point I was looking at their cement steps that I had to walk down in rollerblades (somehow it wasn't hard getting up them), and I wasn't sure how I was going to do that without it being awkward.
They said, "Do you need help?" I said that I would manage myself. I ended up sitting down on my butt and sliding down their stairs (kind of like an unsteady toddler). I rolled over on my knees somehow and pushed my pregnant-self up to my feet while tumbling into Gene's arms while trying to make it to the sidewalk.
After that I quickly rollerbladed away, hoping they didn't see me crawl all the way down the stairs like a 1-year old.
Gene and I both looked at each other and said, "What were we thinking?! What kind of first impression was that?!"
Moral of the story: When trying to make a good first impression, leave the rollerblades at home and shower first.
Oh...but there is a happy ending to this whole ordeal! We got back from rollerblading and found a note from them on our door asking us to come over for a BBQ that night for dinner. We did go over tonight, and we had a great time getting to know our new neighborhood friends!
(Revised) moral of the story: When trying to make a first impression, sometimes humor is the best route to take.
So the next time we were at the pool we saw her and began talking again. I was very excited that her and her family might become our new neighborhood friends!
I decided to make some cookie bars for our family to take over to introduce ourselves to her husband and make contact with her again. The scenario that follows falls into the "what were we thinking" category....
It was late morning (this morning) and Gene and I decided to go rollerblading before we got our showers. So we threw Callan in the stroller and laced up our rollerblades (while I tried to frantically comb down my bedhead). Gene said, "Why don't we drop off those cookie bars that you made for the neighbors now since we'll rollerblade right past their house." I tried to tell him that I didn't want to meet them again before I had a chance to get a shower and look presentable. Plus we'd have rollerblades on and that might be awkward standing at their front door with them on.
A few minutes later, though, we were skating up the sidewalk...me with the cookies in my hand and Gene pushing Callan in the stroller. We rang their doorbell and they both came to the door. We talked a few minutes and then we went to leave. They knew that I was pregnant, so they said, "Be careful rollerblading. Don't fall!" At this point I was looking at their cement steps that I had to walk down in rollerblades (somehow it wasn't hard getting up them), and I wasn't sure how I was going to do that without it being awkward.
They said, "Do you need help?" I said that I would manage myself. I ended up sitting down on my butt and sliding down their stairs (kind of like an unsteady toddler). I rolled over on my knees somehow and pushed my pregnant-self up to my feet while tumbling into Gene's arms while trying to make it to the sidewalk.
After that I quickly rollerbladed away, hoping they didn't see me crawl all the way down the stairs like a 1-year old.
Gene and I both looked at each other and said, "What were we thinking?! What kind of first impression was that?!"
Moral of the story: When trying to make a good first impression, leave the rollerblades at home and shower first.
Oh...but there is a happy ending to this whole ordeal! We got back from rollerblading and found a note from them on our door asking us to come over for a BBQ that night for dinner. We did go over tonight, and we had a great time getting to know our new neighborhood friends!
(Revised) moral of the story: When trying to make a first impression, sometimes humor is the best route to take.
1 comment:
HA! Too funny!
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