Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Bomb-Diggity Blog Entry -no really. Read on.

The following is not a paid advertisement for sham-wow. It is, however, the transcript of an email I sent to my sister. Yes, I'm giving you all access to something intensely personal and highly private. (Aren't redundant adjectives annoying? "highly private"? Doesn't private say it well enough? There I go, proof-reading my own work. I just want you all to know that I mean what I say. Not really, but you know what I mean ....say? Anyway, read on. It's the email now.

Subject:A must read
Not a "musty" read. Anyway, this is from the archives of BYUI devotionals. I was there for this one. Sister Wendy Bone is something like, such as, uh, I guess (am I annoying you yet) the head of the dance dept. at BYUI. She gave this awesome talk (I was there when she gave it) that makes me laugh and inspires the heck out of me. And I could use that kind of inspiration, trust me. I really should blog this. Bravo Alicia. You just unintentionally gave me an idea for a bomb-diggity blog entry. In fact, that will be the title. Kings to you Fernand.

I'm attaching the talk, because I know you'll appreciate it. Love it as I loved it, and there will be joy.

Until our next interlude,

And now (drum-roll) a bit of THE TALK by Sister Wendy Bone:

I love to laugh, though my sense of humor may be somewhat warped. I enjoy clips from America’s Funniest Home Video’s where adults and children trip, fall, and get hit in the head, resulting in an embarrassing moment. It always makes me laugh out loud. My husband says I shouldn’t laugh when I see BYU students slip and fall on the ice, but I can’t seem to squelch my giggling.

One winter day a few years ago, I was getting out of the SUV I drive to accommodate my six children. Now, SUVs are large and there was a decent first step from the car door to the frosty ground below. I slid across the seat, shifting all of my weight onto the supporting leg. Oblivious to the glossy sheen below me, my foot made contact with the icy surface, and the ground began to move. I tried digging in with my heels in an effort to unearth enough traction to prevent a stumbling fall on the polished city street, but before I knew it, I was treating the spectators around me with a delightful rendition of the crazy leg dance; you know the one, where you dramatically shuffle in place and swing your arms with an odd expression of anxiety on your face. You look absolutely ridiculous until gravity prevails, control is lost, and you find yourself on the ground, void of any remaining dignity. Now while this was happening, I was laughing uncontrollably, which made it even harder to maintain my balance or plan for a graceful landing. In addition, to provide the perfect climactic ending, I had stopped by Jamba Juice on the way to work to pick up a smoothie, and well, you can see where this is going. As my weight veered back, my arms were thrown forward instinctively which released the full force of the smoothie into the air. As I landed face up I could see my Orange Sunrise smoothie, filled with fruit and cream and topped off with an immunity boost, orbiting through the sky above me. As quickly as it happened the performance was over and I lay in the parking lot covered in my breakfast and laughing to myself thinking, boy I wish one of those people watching me had a video camera.

Sometimes, brother and sisters, we just need to laugh. Although I was a little sore the next day from the landing, I often think about that slippery fall, and I can’t help but giggle and smile, especially when I consider how ridiculous I looked. We are meant to have joy on this earth, though I don’t think a literal fall is what we must experience when we read in the scriptures, “Adam fell that men might be and men are that they might have joy.”

Aint that awesome? For the full talk (and it's so worth reading) go to:

1 comment:

Alona said...

Love it! I'll be the first to admit that I really enjoy seeing people fall. I feel more embarrassed if people DON'T laugh at me when I fall!