Squirmy- the $15.00 Target Card Challenge

Squirmy. Isn't that a great word? I love words. I love books, writing the whole nine yards - but I hate grammar. In fact if you are well read and love grammar I don't know how you can abide my blog. So you get huge high fives today for reading it regardless.

I have a great friend, who started out as my co-worker and ended up as my boss and his name is Alan. He is my brother I think in some sort of strange way. He can finish my sentences, keep up with my random thoughts, and even falls out laughing at things that I do. John- my husband, and Stephanie-his wife just look at us like we need to be put away for good. But we sit and laugh and laugh. Any whooo (yes grammar kings and queens I did that on purpose) Alan hates high fives. They make him squirmy. He would rather lick the bottom of your shoe than to give you a high five. He would rather clean your lent between your sofa cushions than give you a high five. He would rather pick up cigarette buts from the parking lot than to give you a high five. I think you get the idea right? It makes him feel awkward- like what if you miss hands mid air? What if you hit the person too hard? I am not sure how it makes him feel- but one thing I do know it is makes him feel squirmy.

So on to the word. I was thinking of the word squirmy today and I was trying to think of things that made me feel that way. One of the hugest squirmy moments is when I am opening up gifts in front of people other than my family and close friends.

You know the feeling. The gift is so beautiful, it is wrapped by a professional- but you just don't know how you are going to feel about it's contents. You already have the "I am going to love this" look on your face while you unwrap it's contents. You tell your self no matter what- I am going to squeal with glee- as I uncover it's goodness. Yet, when you open it up the gift is so lame, so unfitting, and so weird that you have a look of horror on your face. They immediately question- do you not love it? You cross your toes in your sandals and pray no one is looking. Like it? I love it your proclaim! You pray to God that lightening will not destroy you, your furniture, or your daughters 2000.00 American Girl doll that is neatly propped next to you on the couch. I say all of this to say- that is a time in my life when I feel squirmy.

Walking into new churches makes me feel squirmy as well. You know what I mean. The greeters meet you at the door with their little clip boards. They want want you to fill out all of your information. They immediately ask you 700 things about your life- all the while forgetting your first name. That makes me feel squirmy.

I was talking to a friend the other day who had moved into a new town. She told me that she visited a new church where she did not know anyone. The hostess met her and her family at the door. They waited while she filled out her card. She was so nervous by this ladies constant chatter that she forgot how to spell HER LAST NAME. I kid you not. That is a time when you feel squirmy. The greeter then followed her and her family to the sanctuary where she proceeded to make small talk with them until the music started. Let me just at this point just share with you that John would have passed out by now. HE HATES SMALL TALK. Back to my friend- she felt squirmy.

So now that I have repeated this word four thousand times in this blog- What makes you feel squirmy. If you come up with a funny one instance, or one that everyone comments on, or appreciates the most- you will win the $15.00 Target card this week!

Yahoo- Comment Away- and good luck to you squirmy people!!