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Hippyt

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 11:13 am EditMoveDeleteIP
These are hilarious! Mary,I know what you mean about going into protective mode. I was taking my son,3 months at the time,to his checkup. We had a bunch of construction guys working on our roof,and I slid in some mud and fell with the babe in hands. Geez,it hurt so bad,I could hardly get up,and they are all running over to make sure I was ok. I managed to hobble to the car and drive away. Not most embarassing,but a moment!

Denecee

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 11:50 am EditMoveDeleteIP
ROFLMAO! Goddess that last one made me laugh so hard that I about peed my pants!
Speaking of peeing my pants:
One of my most embarrassing moments happened when I was in 5th grade. I was in girlscouts and I sold enough boxes of cookies to earn a free camping trip. I wasn't thinking at the time of sale that I wouldn't know anybody else at the camp. So the camping trip came and sure enough I was assigned to a tent full of girls that knew eachother just not me. Well in the middle of the 2nd night I had to go pee but was too shy to wake anybody up and too scared to go by myself. So I just held it...well till I fell back to sleep. So I was so embarrassed when I woke up and my sleeping bag was soaking wet. How did I save face? I started doing what all little girls would do, cry. The other girls felt sorry for me and never told anybody else.
I have lots of peeing stories, mostly from laughing too hard with a full bladder.
I made my grilfriend who was in labor, laugh so hard that she peed the bed and the nurse thought she had broke her water.

Sasman

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 12:24 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Tabbyking's story reminds me of my most embarrassing moment.

When I was a freshman in college we had to take gym; the first semester was swimming. Well the rule was that bathing suits were not permitted so we all had to swim in our birthday suits. I have to add here that I was very nearsighted and naturally I couldn't wear my glasses in the pool.

Well this one time I got a little disoriented and instead of walking out the door to the locker room I pushed open another door and found myself in the lobby of the gym completely naked, nearly blind and without even a towel.

Well, God must have been looking out for me that day because before the door behind me completely closed (and it did not open in the other direction) I just barely grabbed it in time. And only a few people, I think, saw me in the lobby.

Herckleperckle

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 01:07 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
What is it about gym teachers? Do they have a cruel streak or what? Cumpulsory showers in public schools are now a thing of the past, thank goodness. But cumpulsory naked swimming!!!!! Aaaah! (Sas, if they had security cameras rolling, you may be in their archives!)

Tabbyking

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 02:33 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
SAS, i think BAREly was the operative word!!

i remember when i was about 5, we were coming through some small town in northern california after going to a cousin's wedding. and we just could not get through this little town with its one main street because they were having some logging day parade or something. finally my dad shouted, "everybody wave!" and he just entered the parade from a side street with our woody wagon and 5 or 6 kids waving out the side windows and my mom laughing like an idiot. and over her snorting, you could hear the parade marshall over a P.A. system saying, "will the green car please get out of the parade?!" over and over.

Suitsmefine

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 03:12 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
OMG.....You guys!!!! I have not laughed this long or hard in a while!!! LOL

Goddessatlaw

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 04:17 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
SUITS!!! You PERV!!! How's the nephew?????

Reader234

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 05:32 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Mware, I have to add to your embarrassment - I told your story at our dinner table - mind you dh is a scoutmaster (I'm an assitant) DS#1 is an Eagle Scout, and DS#2 is almost there... I'm sure I didnt do your story justice, but I will say that they all chimed in wanting to know WHAT story *I* told... ahem. *cough... well they had several, but the one they felt I should tell involves Scouts... and summer camp... See for at least 4 years I have been threatening to embarrass them by "singing" a Girl Scout song (at lunch there is this fun ritual that a tag gets passed from lunch to lunch, and whoever gets it last stands up and sings/teaches a song to the entire camp in the dining hall...) Well, of course when the boys beccame counselors, it was fun to tease them throughout the year... I'm going to sing "My Rose she DIED" or the Princess Pat... they always made sure I never got the tag , one lunch day I had the tag, and my boys DESERTED me, (camp business so I'm told" As I sang the song, the dining hall was to repeat the song, the song (My rose she died... she died fur luv... her lover he died... fer sorror... they burd them both... in the ole church towr... they clumbed and clumbed... the red rose ... and... the briar...) well darned if I didnt look up to blank faces, I suddenly realized no one "got it" and my boys werent there to support me... I forgot the words, the punch line... it was horrible!! I promise never to try and embarrass my boys again!! (until next time?!)

Mware, dh wants you to know that an adult that is not related to you could never sleep or be in the same tent as you in this day and age... but what a story!! The boys hoped that the end of your story is that you became an Eagle Scout, and you are now passing down your wisdom!!

Tabbyking

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 06:54 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
well, i think my 25-year-old niece was handily embarrassed just the other day when a bunch of us got together for a potluck christmas. she was facing me and had her back to the kitchen doorway. she looked down at some awful looking thick white creamy stuff with nuts floating in it and said as loud as can be, "yuck, what's that crap!?" right as the gal who made it came up behind her. it's not like there was anything else on the counter, either.

Suitsmefine

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 08:20 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Gal, YOU PERV!!!! After some of the things you have been up to lately (tongs and potato masher?????) You da' PERV!!!! LOL!!!!
Nephew is finally home, his plane was suppose to be in at noon...it arrived at 5:30 this evening...He is worn out and definitely not the same young man we put on the plane in April,but more on that later...(Thanks for asking!)
Now are you gonna finish your embarrassing story about the ball player and the rest of the heinous things you did that night?? LOL

Herckleperckle

Tuesday, December 30, 2003 - 09:08 pm EditMoveDeleteIP
Tabby and Suits, you are too much. Suits, while we're waiting for GAL's sizzling tale, I will add two (meeker) ones (that are all your fault, anyway)!

#1
When small, my dd, for some unknown reason, LOVED parakeets. So of course we let her have one, then two. She spent every waking moment training them, talking to them, letting them fly all over her freaking bedroom, etc, BUT NOT cleaning up after them very often.

She was responsible for cleaning her own bedroom, and though she was unbelievably orderly and willing to vacuum, I could not convince her about the merits of dusting.

One hot summer day, the TV cable guy came to install cables in the bedrooms of both our kids (big, big mistake, but that's another story). In my dd's room, he had to get behind the dresser which held her dear parakeets' cage. The room looked great and I never once thought to check anything, so just pulled the dresser out for the cable guy.

Well on the wall, down behind the dresser was such a disgusting mass of bird poopy, that I almost gagged. I was SOOOOOO embarrassed. I wouldn't let him work in her room until I had scrubbed the wall. He was very sweet, but I can just imagine what he told the crew about what he had seen, "This one tops yours, George" or something like that, I'm sure.

#2
One more quick one, sweeter than embarrassing, but suffer through it, okay? It again involved my dd and her favorite parakeet, Priscilla. While at work one day, I got an awful phonecall from my dd--crying and begging me to come quick--that she thought she had killed Priscilla! [She had parakeet care magazines that told her how to clean the bird's beak. I think she overloaded the Q-tip (recommended for swabbing the bird's beak) with water and drowned it.]

I was close to home and just took off--as I could make up time whenever necessary and her heartbroken crying convinced me there was no alternative. I got home and she begged me to give Priscilla mouth to mouth resuscitation!!!! Now I had never given a person mouth-to-mouth, let alone thought about how to help a bird (mouth-to-beak?), but I couldn't disappoint my dd.

I laid the dead bird on her pillow and attempted to blow into its beak/lungs. Of course, it had no effect on the bird. But it did help my daughter that I was there, and it allowed her to believe she'd done everything she could to help Priscilla. (We didn't discuss the Q-tip incident til later.) When I got back to work and explained what had happened, my wonderful, understanding boss simply said, "You have just earned your place in mommy heaven."