Awkward Moments of My Life...well for Today

Story Number 1
This afternoon my secretary,Lauren, and I decided to go visit some sisters in our ward. We knock on the door and hear a voice, not from above. It's a man . He says, "Who's there?" We don't answer under the impression he's talking to someone in the room. Then again we hear the voice a second time, but this time louder and most definately closer saying, "Who's there?" This time we answer, "Cyndal and Lauren." The door opens just a crack. In that crack you see a man kinda using the door as a shield. We ask to see if the person we were coming to visit was home. He told us she wasn't and then he throws in there that he's not really clothed either. Thus, the door being a shield. We simply turn our heads and hand him the gift and treat we came to give. As we walked away in sheer embarassment and laughter.

Story Number 2
My visiting teaching companion was out of town so I just asked Lauren, since she was already with me if she'd like to go. Clearly, she agreed or else that sentence would have been completely irrelevant. We knock on Hannah's door as I'm knocking, the door comes open. Nobody's answering so I kinda just kick the door a little and say, "Hello, anyone home?" Dead silence. Lauren and I are standing at the door discussing what to do. Mind you the door is STILL open! I say to Lauren, "Would you consider it creepy if I just went in a put this on her bed?" After some deliberation Lauren convinces me it's not creepy. I walk in and go to put it on the bed when suddenly I realize Hannah is sound asleep on the bed under a blanket. I loudly say "OH!" and run out laughing down the hall. Lauren stays standing at the door laughing. I motion through my laughter and crossing my legs in attempts not to pee my pants for Lauren to shut the door. Finally, she shuts it and we carry on laughing uncontrollably!

Story Number 3
After this all happens. I go to a Christmas fireside at the Institute. Sitting there I had severe attention issues. I suddenly realize the bottom of my high heel shoe is turned a little funny. I had no problem simply taking off my shoe in attempts to fix it right then and there. By this time everyone around, minus the people in front, are involved in "Operation Fix Cyndal's Shoe". The shoe isn't turning. To get a little more leverage I stick it between my legs and attempt to twist. Just as I stick the shoe between my legs the people in front of us turn around and see the action. The look on the face was one of conservative horror and a smirk of disgust. Finally, Nelson, from Japan, takes the shoe from me and after small struggles; it's all fixed and my shoe lived happily ever after on my foot!

This is why I live by the statement, "Embrace the Awkardness!"