a little bit awkward, a little bit awesome

This post was inspired by Sydney,
the author of my new favorite blog the Daybook.

I emailed her once,
and she emailed back.

Click here for her version of
“a little bit awkward, a little bit awesome”


And now here’s mine…


Awkward:


A friends husband goes to say hi with a hug just as I hold out my hand for a shake…probably offended,  he then holds his hand out to shake just as I go in for a hug…this continues until the end result–gangsta hand shake slash back pat hug–not cool.

Being out with the hubby and running into someone I know–and I forget their name {but they know mine}. And now I’m not really sure how to introduce them to the hubs. This one has happened so often that we have developed a system.  If I don’t introduce him right away the hubby knows I don’t remember their name and he introduces himself  and then “no name” reciprocates…and then I say “I was just going to introduce you two”.


Not realizing that I have dressed Baby W in the same outfit I am wearing {usually jeans and a plaid shirt} until the cashier at the market points it out.


Using the word “market” and people don’t know what I am talking about {in Cali we call the grocery store the market…or maybe it’s just an Ashley thing}.


Running into an ex boyfriend–nuff said.


Getting a pedicure and forgetting to shave your…toes {not that I would EVER need to do that sort of thing, but for the rest of you}.

Having Baby W give my boob a full on squeeze while I am conversing with a stranger in Michael’s.


When I drink from Baby W’s sippy cup……in public {true story}.


Realizing I went an entire day with a large chunk of hair that didn’t quite make it into my pony tail {you know the rat tail piece in the very back}.


Realizing hours later that I have an embarrassing typo in a blog post {this makes my eye twitch}.


We’ll end on this awkward photo in which I look 4 months preggo {which I’m NOT}. Not to mention the awkward flared nostrils.

And now for a little
Awesome:


My new moustache necklace {that my mom thinks is ridiculous, which kinda proves it’s awesome–sorry momma}

Pulling a sleeping Baby W out of his car seat and he snuggles up against my neck.


Receiving a touching email from a reader, and having it be exactly what I needed to hear.

And we’ll end on this 100% pure awesome moment: