I think it's hereditary

I think.. wait, I know that these unfortunate, embarrassing moments ARE hereditary! Oh yes... I get it from my dear mother. Also, my poor sister suffers from this as well. This weekend was my older brother, Michael's, wedding. We had three days of fun and amongst all this there were the "only me" episodes.. but I wasn't the only star. Let me introduce you to my mom, Debbie-

and my sister, Traci-

Instead of writing out all the hooplah's of things done.. here is a list-

1. Traci, just 30 minutes before the wedding ceremony, loses a toenail. Blood pouring out all over her open toed shoes.

2. My mom accidentally steps on Michael's sister-in-law's dog, falls into the entertainment center, sends the giant flat screen tv into a wobble and everyone came running into the room. Everything was ok, except for her ego.

3. I needed to take my dad back to the house to change shoes before the rehearsal luncheon my parents were hosting... an hour later, we show up and it was over. I got a little lost.

4. I mauled a squirrel.

5. My mom knocked over some champagne glasses, making a loud clashing sound that turned every one's head.

6. And then this... of yes they did!

My brother's grooms cake. too bad our last name is spelt, "Schnepf". But it was good:)

The pictire above...

Let me tell you the story about the picture at the top of my blog. This just happened last week in Kalimpong, India. The Hindu's have a festival called, "Holi" where they fling colors (paint, colored water and powder) all over each other. It look quite fun with some people, but also a bit rough with some others. My friend Amy and I decided to venture out into town the day of Holi. We were on Main Rd. minding our own business as we watched some young men have a massive paint fight in the middle of the road. Amy and I tried to blend in with the onlookers and took some pictures. As I was looking through the lens I saw one boy point straight at us and started towards us. "I think we should get going," I told Amy in a hurry. Just then one boy was chasing Amy down an alley way. She was loudly screaming and shouting, "No! NO! You will NOT put that on me!!"

I was trying to snap a photo of this and out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy covered in silver paint lunging towards me. I took off and sprinted down the sidewalk, pushing people outta my way. I ran far and when I got to some steps, stopped to look and see where Amy was. I thought for sure this boy would have given up and gone back to his friends.. nope. Just then the boy grabs my arm, pulls me into him and smeared my cheek and hair with silver paint. I just yelled, "NoooooOOOOooooo!!!!" and squatted down. The perpetrator took off and I wiped the paint form my eye to look for Amy.

When she did emerge from the crowd, she had no paint on her, yet a big smile and lots of laughs. As we walked through town people stopped and starred and had a good laugh in my humiliation. But it was all in fun... not voluntary, though. Only me.

You ain't my momma!

As a child did you ever grab the hand of another woman in the grocery store thinking it was your own mothers hand, but the softness was different and the grasp wasn't as tight and when you glanced up it was a complete stranger? I've done this many times as a kid. I've even jumped onto the cart of someone else and when it came to a sudden halt, the elderly woman on the other end looked at me with utter confusion. Embarrassment shone on my face like sunburn as I ran from her.

Now as an adult, I guess these things still happen. Just yesterday I was in a department store shopping with my sister and mom. I came up to one rack, my sister at my side, and saw a puff of red hair on the woman on the other side of the rack. I simply said, in a rather loud voice, "Hey Momma!" Before I could even tell I did something wrong, I heard my sister sigh and full of embarrassment say, "Kristina! Oh my gossshhhhh!" as she hung her head low. I popped up and there she was, a pretty woman, but not my mom. I laughed and tried to explain myself to her, but she just went back to shopping and ignored me. My explanation got the attention of the other shoppers around me and I felt a blushing come over my face. I slipped away from that section and shared a good laugh with my sister.

Only me.