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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Public Humiliation

"What's your most embarrasing moment?" is a question I got asked the other day in my AP Psychology class. As I thought long and hard, I couldn't think of a great one. I don't embarrass myself easily. If I am blasting Hannah Montana with my windows down in my car and a "hotty mchotty" rolls up in the car next to me I wouldn't feel too embarrassed. If a complete stranger called with the wrong number and I said "bye, love you!" accidentally, I wouldn't feel red faced. However, if something humiliating occurs when I am with at least one family member, I will feel obligated to do a face palm. 

Pine Cove Timbers Summer of 2010. 
Picture Texas weather in the beginning of July. What word will always come to mind? Hot. At the beginning of each week, dozens of campers are lined up at the gates in cars for what it seems to be miles. It's always great going through the gates at Pine Cove. Many counselors are so ecstatic to see you and they have prayed long and hard to finally meet you. Literally, when you drive through the camp, they are bouncing off walls. (Never stop jumping is very true at this point) So, my fam and I pull up to Timbers after around four and a half hours on the road. We are the first car in line BINGO and like the counselors, I was ecstatic to be there. I don't recall how long we waited in line before the gates opened, but what I do recall is we decided to get out of the car and walk a little bit. We met up with my friend Lizzy, and her family and of course talked. When it was actually time for the gates to open, we headed back to our car... just for it not to start. I had to drive through camp with Lizzy's family (and Lizzy in her friend Reilly's car) while my crazy family was trying to get the car restarted.

I like to describe my family as the Duncans from Disney Channel's show, Good Luck Charlie. We have three less people, but we actually watch it and it's so funny how our mannerisms are like them in a way. :) 

Today, with my bazaar family, we went walking around Town Lake in downtown, Austin. Nothing odd happened there, thank goodness, however we decided to go to dinner at one of our faves: Texas Roadhouse.

It was a packed night, almost as it is every night, but it seemed more packed than normal. Maybe it's because it was a Saturday night, football was on, or people just wanted the food. (I know I did) It was at most a 40 minute wait and my brother wanted a new phone case. While we left behind my dad, my mom, brother, and I headed to Best Buy a block over to look at the cases. About 15 minutes later I want to say, my dad had texted us to head back over because we were being seated. 

We were seated in the front of the restaurant, and to me, it felt a little squashy. There were a couple of booths with added tables at the end across from us, I had very little arm room between my mom and me, plus, the table was very small with all the food and drinks on it. As an appetizer, we get settled with cheesy fries. A big hot plate of them were centered at the table along with the rolls and honey butter and the aroma had never smelt so good. At the end of the table, was a bucket of peanuts and an empty bucket for the shells. My mom thought my dad should put the two silver, rusty buckets at the top of the booth so we would have more room at the table. Thinking my the top of the booth was wider, my dad pushed the bucket over the edge and it landed in some stranger's food! I am still laughing about it as I type! Oh my goodness, I could not tell you how loud my mother and I were laughing at this situation. (Almost as much as I am laughing about it now that I'm writing what actually had happened) My dad got up from the booth and apologized to the man and offered to buy him a drink. It was too hilarious, and at the time, I felt super embarrassed. As our waitress was giving me a refill of my Diet Coke, she reached over, and accidentally spilt my water all over the table! Talk about mortifying! My phone was on my lap! I quickly tried to clean it up as my mom's mouth stood open for at least five minutes. It was hysterical. The waitress rushed away my salad and came back with a plethora of napkins. So, in my defense, I think the waitress was a temporary "Dysfuncski" tonight. :)

And in honor of being a dysfunctional fam, here's a picture of my dad failing to take a selfie of all of us Friday night. We're all laughing because my dad didn't know how to use the front camera. 
«Silly father, iPhones are for teens» But all in all, I believe this captures our essence very well. The Dysfuncski Kruczkowskis will never be normal... 

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