Having friends since childhood is a rare commodity and always good- the people one grows up with have been through thick and thin and offer a stability hard to find elsewhere. How's the song go? "Make new friends, but keep the old, one is sliver and the other gold." But notice how the little ditty doesn't include "friend's parents" as people to keep around. Mr. Karr and I have had an understanding since I was 11; I was weird and he would do his best not to point it out. Problem is that he doesn't need to point this out as it's so incredibly obvious. Seeing as my dear Lindsay is back from California, I thought I'd stop on by later Thanksgiving night. Anita, Lindsay and Mr. Karr were all watching a movie and as I waltzed upstairs I stopped to give Mr. Karr a sweetly friendly kiss on the cheek. I leaned down quickly and moved to my left. Unfortunately he moved to his left, too. Neither of us turning our heads. Doing the math in my head I figured that in T-minus .003 seconds I would soon be in an accidental lip-lock with my best friend's daddy. Uncomfortable as we both were we nevertheless gave it another go. This time we both picked right. Then left. Finally he stopped moving and just allowed me to give him the blasted kiss on the cheek. I think the only parts of my face that weren't a rosy shade of magenta were my teeth that I was gritting embarrassedly while I smiled clumsily. To my surprise my ears picked up the rudest word that only accentuated the troublesome situation. "Awkward!" I looked around briefly but then realized that the untimely word had issued out of my mouth! He gave me a withering look that clearly said, "Really? No kidding? Still blonde, eh?" I subtlely pinched my verklempt friend to help me, but instead she immediately turned around and started in on a tirade about how I shouldn't be pinching her. So subtle, my lovely lady Lindsay. Given our past history, Mr. Karr soon got over our odd interlude and made a move to finish the movie, thereby giving me an excuse to get away and another reason to be thankful on the national day of Thankfulness.

There are cliche embarrassing moments that everyone assumes would never happen to them, but would gladly laugh if it ever happened to a friend. One such moment happened on a beautiful day in New York City. Such beauty, who would guess such horror would come out of it? Alex and I ventured into Madame Tussauds to see how lifelike the wax sculptures were and, in my case at least, to see if Bo and Vincent from House of Wax would kill us. My dear boyfriend, being the loving guy that he is, would jump out from behind walls and scare me half to death. After recovering enough to move, I suggested we stop at the bathrooms. After being a girl and making Alex wait for a good five minutes while I checked my make up and the likes, I stepped out from behind the door. I closed the short distance between the two of us in a few steps, and then looked at Alex's face. Staring from my eyes to my shoe, then again to my face then to my feet, a boyish smile crept across his face. My eyebrows formed questionmarks, but soon they stood in shock when I beheld a stream of white paper trailing behind me, attached to my shoe. The few people around hid their smiles politely behind their hands and snickered to eachother. Mortified, I yanked the toiletpaper off then grabbed my boyfriends hand and marched away before I melted into a puddle of embarrassment.

     This story I recalled the other day from the reservoir of my memories I tried to forget. I didn't write it on here when it happened because, quite frankly, I thought it was too embarrassing to share with anyone other than me, myself and I... and the person who caught me. I sincerely hope you enjoy the story more than I did...

As with most people, my first kiss is quite memorable. But while many look back on theirs with fond memories, mine are a collection of feelings ranging from happiness to, of course, embarrassment. The day after the kiss was a Sunday, and for one reason or another my mind would not focus on what the pastor was saying. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Pastor Frank began to pray. Now what had been plaguing my thoughts through the sermon were thoughts of 'Am I good at kissing? I think I did it all wrong! I didn't like it all that much.' Since the whole congregation was praying and had their eyes closed like the godly people they are, I opened my eyes and peered at my hand. After weighing the odds, I unbiasedly judged myself on how good of a kisser I truely was while I started slobbering all over the back of my hand. While in mid pucker I heard, to my ears, a deafening "Oh...?!" Startled to be caught in such an embarrassing situation, I dropped my arm and pretended to be a penitent saint while chancing a look over my shoulder. The man who had caught me stared back into my eyes that stood out starkly against my face which was a beautiful shade of fire engine red.