Less-Than-Graceful Moments: From the Farm


Happy Monday!

Darrin and I spent the weekend in Iowa partying with the elderly and celebrating his grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary. Marriage is such a rockin’ thing, and it was so darn fun dancing to a live band, eating cupcakes, and decorating the small town’s opera house to celebrate 50 years of life shared together.

Naturally parties of this sort are bound to have their embarrassing moments, and this one did not disappoint:

  1. Big family parties can be tough on the ones who “married in” and aren’t entirely certain about who’s who and whether or not they’ve already met the relative discussing how much they love the cupcake flavor choices. And while “memorizing relatives” can be difficult, what is more problematic and carries that extreme potential for awkwardness is figuring out ways to end a conversation with someone you don’t really know. Most conversations end with “Well it was great to see you!” or “I think I’m going to find the punch bowl…” or “I’ll see you on the dance floor?”. Mine ended with dropped sentences, long and silent pauses, eye aversion, even goodbyes before the party even started. WHAT is my DEAL.
  2. Darebear and I pride ourselves in our awkward dance moves {ok only some of them}, and we’ll easily be the first couple on the dance floor to get things “groovin.” But when we switch partners, and my new partner is a 17 year old high school boy with rocks in his shoes, it’s only natural that I should try to help move him along, right? Lead him so he can feel that 1960’s beat that we’ve been hearing all night? I thought so. But the best way to encourage him probably wasn’t to continually knee him in the thigh until the song was over.
  3. You know that classic joke that old people who don’t use smartphones say when there are two people on their phones at the same time in the same room? The “You guys talking to each other?” response that’s usually followed by a condescending chuckle? If you’re ever on the butt end of that joke, don’t respond with, “Yeah. We’re talking about you. We just didn’t want you to hear our conversation.” ….the old man might not understand your sarcasm and leave in a huff….{know your audience, Gracie…}.
  4. As you can probably tell from the picture above, Iowa decided to be terribly windy this past weekend {classic}, and my party dress that was “super cute” turned quickly to “super mistake” after the wind blew my dress right up in front of the big glass windows and doors into the opera house….
  5. Currently, my legs are a little bruised just above my knees due to a massive, fat, chocolate lab named Tank barreling in between my legs and knocking me over on that very dirt road you see pictured above. Tank: 1. Being Short: 0.

So there you are! Just a few of my more embarrassing moments from the past weekend!  I’ve got some more pictures and stories to share from our trip later this week!

Happy Monday! 🙂


  • Reply Sarah Heckle November 18, 2013 at 7:19 am

    The wind and I didn’t get along this weekend either. A gust of wind + a peplum waistline = belly baring!

    I hope you took photos of the opera house – sounds like a great venue for a celebration!

    • Reply Grace Beekman November 19, 2013 at 2:34 am

      Ah! The wind just isn’t a fan of super cute looks, I guess! 😉

  • Reply sara November 18, 2013 at 7:47 am

    Hi Gracie.
    Happy Monday.

  • Reply respect_the_shoes November 18, 2013 at 8:55 am

    #1 – shortly after college, I went to “meet the parents” of the guy I was seeing at the time, except I found out when I got there that he was taking me to a family reunion and it was just meet the parents, it was meet the parents, meet the aunts and uncles and cousins and second cousins and their spouses and kids and grandkids and old time family friends of friends … suffice it to say I ate a lot during that event to make up for my not following along on old family stories, etc.

    • Reply Grace Beekman November 19, 2013 at 2:33 am

      Oh my! How funny! I’ve had that happen to me before too….SO awkward. I’m always praising the Lord for the food served! More food, less talk! 😉

  • Reply jennifer prod November 18, 2013 at 10:39 am

    a chocolate lab named Tank? Haha, that just makes me giggle. How does he get along with your parents puppies?

    • Reply grcschmd@gmail.com November 18, 2013 at 11:42 am

      He hasn’t met them! I’ll bet he drools all over their little faces though…he is one monster of a dog!

  • Reply Jamie November 18, 2013 at 10:59 am

    Oh, thank God I am not the only one who randomly trails off and ends conversations in the most awkward way! I feel like such an idiot sometimes because I just freeze and have no idea what to say and then by the time I possibly think of something, the moment has already become too awkward.

    Jamie @
    The Growing Up Diaries

    • Reply Grace Beekman November 19, 2013 at 7:41 am

      It’s the worst, right?! Glad I’m not alone either! Ha!

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