Monday, January 12, 2009

Exhibitionism

Cue the trumpets!

This is my 100th post.

I've been wracking my brain on exactly what to do for this post. I know some bloggers do giveaways or really cool things like contests, but I'm not that cool.

I love to blog. I love reading your blogs. The honesty, hilarity and soul-searching you all do have me in awe. Thank you for coming over to see me! You have all touched my life in many ways. I would write some deep, soul-stirring post about how much your words mean to me, but I wouldn't know what to say.

I do, however, know how to embarrass myself. I will celebrate my 100th post by baring myself for everyone. No, not like that! Well, it was almost like that.

I'm in the Primary presidency at church. (For you non-LDS readers, it's the church's organization for children.) Part of my Sunday duties include running around getting things for teachers, meeting with the other presidency members, making sure no one is clogging up the toilet with toilet paper, etc.

Our Primary room has a different setup. We have a long, rectangular room. There are dividers that we pull open that will hook together to make four rooms on the sides of the big room, two on each side. If we have those closed, we either have to open the divider to get into the room, or walk up to the head of the room, turn to a little tiny alcove, and there's a door.

Yesterday I was so happy that I was prepared for church, and had my clothes all ready. I figured that even though this particular skirt had been big, my slightly larger pregnant tummy would fill it out enough to wear. I didn't see the hole that I thought I had repaired, so at church I went to the library to staple it. That done, I went back to the main room to bring something to the teacher in the back right classroom, the one you need to go behind into the alcove to get to.

I finished with them, and turned to go back to the rest of the presidency who were seated at a table not three feet away. Standing to the side was the spouse of the secretary, the counselor over the Primary.

As I walked towards them, I tripped on something. It was my skirt. I exclaimed "Oh, my!" and jumped back out of the view of the counselor, grabbing my skirt and jumping backwards in one fluid motion. I don't know if he knew what was going on until his wife told him to move back out of sight. I slipped my skirt on, thankful that I had worn a slip, while the Primary president nearly fell out of her chair laughing. It was a good thing that door hadn't opened as the class has about seven boys. What could have made it even worse? It was Professor's class. Oh, yeah.

Needless to say, I headed back to the library to staple my skirt tighter. My sister was there with her baby. Her words when I told her? "Oh, no! That's awesome!" Yep, we rejoice in each other's (Is that correct punctuation, Annette?) tragedies.

So, I figure, what better way to further celebrate my 100th post than to bare myself even further! No, definitely not what you're thinking. Shame on you.

I've been s-l-o-w-l-y attempting to write a book. I've debated back and forth about sharing any of it with anyone who's not family, but I've decided to choke back the fear (Thanks, Kimberly!) and do it. I'll only leave it up a day (or at least an hour) before making it private again.

Maybe it's not the best idea for me to do this, but what the heck. I'm writing it for my children. It's a series of bedtime stories I made up for them that they loved so much I want to write them down. Professor gets after me when I don't work on it for a long while, and he loves to read each new installment. I'm not the kind of writer who gets into tons of detail and endless worlds like Robert Jordan or JK Rowling, I often wonder why I'm even trying when there are scads of people with lots of imagination and gobs of talent. Then I remind myself that it's for me, for my children, and I keep plodding on with my simple story. At this rate it'll be finished in time for my grandchildren.

The only thing I ask is that you leave a comment on this post. I know that there are some of you who visit me on a regular basis, but haven't ever commented. As of now, I grant clemency. I'd like to know who reads the stuff I write! It's ok if you know me in real life or have been reading for a while. (I hate the term lurker!) Please let me know you stopped by. I'm not a person who begs for comments, but I'm hoping you'll indulge me on my celebratory day!

Here's the book--er--thing. Well, the first couple of chapters. I'm into the sixth, but I'm not ready to post them all yet.

Please be kind. I'm not looking for a lot of criticism at this point in its infancy, just sharing it with anyone who might be interested. (Hi, Mom!) Of course, if there's something glaringly wrong or confusing, let me know. If you're still here, thank you for reading. You all make my day, over and over again.

Well, enough jibber-jabber. Here it is: Knights of the Forest

21 comments:

Heidi Ashworth said...

Hey, did James get my email in response to his with his list of terms? B/c I didn't hear back and then I started to wonder if maybe he thinks *I* didn't write back. I hate the internet that way. Off to read Knights. Or have FHE. One or the other.

Annette Lyon said...

Congrats on 100 posts! Woot!

I didn't realize you were an aspiring writer! Coolness!

Now go register for the LDStorymakers conference. Do it NOW. And sign up for Boot Camp )(the hands-on critique worksho) before it fills up.

(Oh, and yes, the punctuation is correct.) :) Thanks for the linky love!

Heidi Ashworth said...

I tried to post a comment on the other blog but it wouldn't let me. What I was going to say was this: Love the chocolate hair! Love it! I will have to finish up tomorrow since it seems we are going to have FHE after all!

Karen said...

Yeah, we're cool like that..aren't we? I sat down when in Primary when I was teaching and a teacher behind me informed me that my skirt had slipped down and all you could see was my slip...yeah...I was glad that was like one of the three days I've ever worn one!! Obviously it wasn't as awesome as your story!

James said...

LOL. You poor thing. It seems like par for the course with you when you get pregnant. Things just seem to happen to you, don't they?

I promise I'll go read KOTF. It won't be tonight, but I'll do it. I guess I had better answer Heidi's e-mail before she disavows me.

CONGRATS ON THE 100TH POST!!!

Jeni said...

Congrats on 100 posts! I loved Karen's response to your misfortune! So funny.

I loved reading your story! Wow! You've done a great job of painting it. I could see everything. I can't wait to read more!

LisAway said...

Happy hundredth! And what a great story about your skirt. :) Funny! Glad your sister was around to commiserate with/laugh at you!

LisAway said...

I just read the first chapter and it wouldn't let me comment over there (it might be my computer). That is AWESOME! Wow. I am really impressed. I would love to be able to write like that! Keep it up!

Aubrey said...

YOu are a cool mom, even if you did accidently bare it all to the Primary! What a great story!

Rebecca said...

Thanks, guys! I've tried to fix the comment form and I don't know why it's not working. :(

Thank you for going over and reading! You all are awesome!

She's in the kitchen! said...

Last night was the first in a long time that I didn't have access to the computer, and I almost missed this! (Your brother came home...need I say more?!!) I am going to read your story after I have had the most enjoyable, exciting honor of cleaning my house!

gramee said...

my first stop in to your blog! and i am commanded to comment!! i love it! i went back and read some of you past posts you are a great writer! keep it up!
i will add my self as a follower..if you don't mind.lol!

Nancy Face said...

Okay, okay! I guess I'll stop lurking! Tee hee! ;)

Nancy Face said...

Congrats on your 100th post! :D

I didn't do anything special for my 100th post because I'm a rebel. My very next post will be my 200th, and I'm not doing anything special for that either...because I'm a rebel. ;)

Nancy Face said...

One day I wore a nice, full, swirly skirt to church. All was good and fine until church was over and I opened the exit door to go out to my car.

Suddenly, out of NOWHERE came a crazy, random dust devil (or whirlwind or microscopic tornado wannabe)! It whipped my skirt right up to my waist! Aaaggghhh!!!

The exit door had a large window next to it. A man in my ward saw through the window that I was being attacked by the nasty dust devil, and he quickly came outside to see if I was okay! I grabbed at my skirt and choked out that I was just fine! Yeepers! :0

Kelline said...

Congrats on your 100th posting! I had no clue you were a closet writer!

Jen said...

I noticed your new blog and was wondering what its about. I can't wait to browse through it.

LOL at your church story. We all have our days..

Heather of the EO said...

Happy 100th! I love it that you're writing a book!

And taking off your skirt at church...makes for a good story :)

Michal said...

happy 100th! congratulations. i'd love to be allowed access to your private writing blog, even though i'll admit that i'm terrible about keeping up on the private blogs that don't show up in my google reader.

i once walked out of my skirt, too. and i was a teenager. and it was in front of the boys that i hung out with. and it was very embarrassing. yikes.

An Ordinary Mom said...

100 posts? Congrats!

And congrats on writing a book ... I can't wait to check it out!

mindyluwho said...

Gee Rebecca, you have a way of baring yourself! I am of course referring to your window story!

Congratulations on your hundredth post. I remember the first time I "met" you. You had only written about 5 posts. I read them from the last to the first and when I got to the last (which was the first) I burst out laughing and spit all over my computer screen! I was hooked after that! I'm looking forward to another 100+++++!

I'm thrilled to know you are writing a book. You are such an awesome writer. I went to your story blog and it said I wasn't an invited reader. I'm sad I missed the window, life's been a bit hectic lately and I haven't been on the blogs. I love your writing and would love to be able to read the story...please, please, please!!!