Wrangler Dani

I’ve kept Bashful to the end because, well, he’s the most embarrassing. I don’t want to write what I’m bashful about on my blog! I’m bashful about it! Plus, being the modest guy that he is, Bash didn’t even want to grace the blog with his presence. “You’ll be fine without me,” he said. “Besides, I’ll just blush…and…twist my beard… and… st-t-t-tutter.” But I wouldn’t let him hide behind red cheeks and facial hair – I told him that we’d committed to this series, and we were gonna see it through, dadgum it.

He seems OK with it now, and even smiled for the picture, despite the pain he must be inflicting by all this beard braiding.

So, without further ado, a few things that make me Bashful, and a few stories about this weekend (with blushing twists):

• Magazines. I buy a lot of them, and I keep them for a really long time. That’s kind of weird, not really embarrassing, unless you count the amount of money I spend on them and the racks to keep them in.
• I get really tired of wearing makeup. Often times, I just don’t put it on. I don’t usually care until I run into a particularly pretty girl, at which point I always remember the awkward red spots on my nose or bags under my eyes. Ick.
• Note to personal trainers, buff dudes, and desperate gym guys: the gym is not a good place to pick up girls. I smell bad, you do too, and pick-up lines do not work on the self-conscious, or anyone else for that matter.
• Compliments. I get all hot and nervous inside when I’m told I’m good at something, pretty, etc. I’m learning to say thank you and leave it at that.
• Now about the weekend – it was phenomenal. It had several things going for it from the start: it was Adam’s birthday/Valentine’s Day weekend, Ashley was coming to town, and we had Monday off. It got better, because, as you saw before, I bought a kayak, Texas food is delicious, and girls are just as good as the guys at planning Valentine’s Day surprises.
• “This is getting really embarrassing!” Jill has the best reaction ever to surprises, and when the entire restaurant stops and stares, you know you have a winner. Check out how we spent Saturday morning.
• “It won’t be fun if I’m not in the picture…” Ashley is the Queen of Moment-Capturization, even if it requires a teensy bit of staging and some eye rolls from the less-patient members of the family.

So, that’s a wrap of the Seven Dwarves. Please comment with suggestions for a new series, topics you would like discussed, or literary character whom you would like me to embody for a day on these pages, to either a comic or tragic end. The sky (aka my finite imagination and abilities,) is the limit!