apparently i'm on a tell the world wide web all about my embarrassing run ins kick.
why stop now?!?!
let's embarrass me more!
so on the same evening where i practiced my piano skills last weekend another story was brought up around the dinner table that just needs to shared...
one of my mom's sisters lives in hawaii - hilo to be exact, on the big island.
when i was 11 years old my mom, sissy and i decided to go visit my aunt and uncle in hawaii. talk about a fun trip right?
we were going to be spending three whole weeks visiting the 50th state and one of those weeks would include my 12th birthday.
the most exciting thing about this 12th birthday was that i was finally going to be able to get my ears pierced. my mom had a rule, no ear piercings till age 12 and no body piercings till age 13. (joking about the 13 btw)
so on july 2nd 1992, the night before we left the big island for a couple of days in honolulu, my thea (aunt in greek) paulette pierced my ears.
and no there wasn't a kiosk in a suburban mall anywhere in sight.
we pierced my ears the old fashioned way. with an ice cube and a sewing needle at the kitchen table just like my aunt had done to my cousins before me. it's kind of a tradition.
so here i am finally a women with pierced ears on my 12th birthday. i thought i was the coolest girl in the world.
but was i really a "women"?
[boys, this is where it might get freakishly awkward for you to read. so please, continue!]
after we got settled in our hotel in honolulu i was ready to tackle all of the fun touristy things that my now 12 year old self was missing while spending her time on the not so touristy big island. bring on waikiki beach!
time to get into my bathing suit and head to the beach.
bloody hell! (pun completely intended)
looked like i not only was i a women in the sense of having my ears pierced but i was now a real women.
i pull my mom into the hotel bathroom, tell her that i think i started my period and ask her what i should do.
of course my mom was being the good mother and talking me through it all, but i was freaking out because i was in hawaii. "how was i supposed to wear a BATHING SUIT?", i pleaded. i just wanted to go to the beach!
right about now is where my mom becomes ridiculous.
after hearing my concerns about going into the ocean she tells me that i should be cautious because sharks are attracted to blood!
immediately she starts laughing hysterically reassuring me that she was just joking.
yeah, well my 12 year old self didn't take that joke very well.
picture me in honolulu completely mortified and thinking that if i step foot in the water i'm going to be shark bait. picture me sitting on the beach alone while my mom and sister frolicked in the pacific ocean.
thankfully this story has a happy ending.
i got over my fear and owned the waves. who's scared of aunt flo? not this girl.
i love my 12 year old self.
p.s. do you get the title of this post now ? always carefree?!?! man, i crack my self up.