Your Most Embarrasing Moments
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The last time my in-laws were here we ate at Gabe's. BabyB was playing with a bracelet, and put it on his wrist and laughed. He was being silly about it, and I said, "boys don't wear bracelets, silly." and laughed. And then realized it was my FIL's bracelet, that he wears every single day. Woops.
At Kroger not long ago I was looking for something, nof watching BabyB in the cart. I looked and he had a jar of salsa that was moments away from falling off the shelf and shattering on the floor. As I ran to the other side of the cart to catch it, my legs flew out from under me, and I fell, busted my butt, and slid at least a foot. I caught the salsa.
Also, at HoDe once, I was in the return line along with a bunch of men, holding BabyB on my hip. All these men were looking at me and blushing. I was getting irritated, not sure why this was happening. I realized I felt a draft, and looked down. BabyB had pulled my shirt and most of my bra down and my boob was hanging out. Awesome.
At Kroger not long ago I was looking for something, nof watching BabyB in the cart. I looked and he had a jar of salsa that was moments away from falling off the shelf and shattering on the floor. As I ran to the other side of the cart to catch it, my legs flew out from under me, and I fell, busted my butt, and slid at least a foot. I caught the salsa.
Also, at HoDe once, I was in the return line along with a bunch of men, holding BabyB on my hip. All these men were looking at me and blushing. I was getting irritated, not sure why this was happening. I realized I felt a draft, and looked down. BabyB had pulled my shirt and most of my bra down and my boob was hanging out. Awesome.
I'm Floored
Lover of BS!
MrsB said:
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RNG
Pursuit Driver
OK i will tell one more...this one is one that I will never live down. My kids have made sure of that and several of my friends. I was completely and utterly mortified by the way but I will tell it just so some of you can get a good laugh!
So, back when I was still able to play softball several years ago, I was playing with our ladies church team. I was up to bat, hit the ball and made it to first (I am not a fast runner by no means) Next girl comes up, hits the ball on the ground and I take off..I am running to 2nd as fast as I can and I see the girl throwing the ball..just as the ball is about to hit the 2nd basemans glove I decided to try and stretch out my stride to beat the ball and of course the ump called me out. BUT I was extremely glad he did cause when I did that big ole stretch, a little toot slipped out, except it wasn't just a toot :soashamed I thought OH MY GOODNESS, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!
So I quickly walked back to the dugout, went through the dugout to behind it and yelled for my daughter to get over there to me and hurry. I told her to go in the dugout to get my bat, glove and keys that I needed to go to the car. While I am trying to tell her this (I am still out of breath) one of the kids in the dugout says to his mother, Mommy I smell pooopy, I think baby brother pooped his diaper. I looked at my daughter with huge eyes and said get my stuff, I am going to the car. Tell everyone I am not feeling well and I have to go!
Well to make matters worse, one of the girls playing on the team rode with me so I had to wait on her to finish the game!!! After the game everyone decided to walk to my car to check on me...I was like um I am ok, just not feeling good, I really need to go. My daughter tried to get my friend to hurry up. When she finally asked my daughter what the hurry was, my daughter whispered it to her and she lost it! She laughed all the way to the car. She isn't a quiet person either (ask GD, he knows her). Several people heard her when she got in my car...she screams...Dang Tappy, couldn't you hold it, you didn't have to S*** in your pants to get out of a ball game! I could have died right then and there! :tapfoot2 She laughed at me all the way to her house.
So, back when I was still able to play softball several years ago, I was playing with our ladies church team. I was up to bat, hit the ball and made it to first (I am not a fast runner by no means) Next girl comes up, hits the ball on the ground and I take off..I am running to 2nd as fast as I can and I see the girl throwing the ball..just as the ball is about to hit the 2nd basemans glove I decided to try and stretch out my stride to beat the ball and of course the ump called me out. BUT I was extremely glad he did cause when I did that big ole stretch, a little toot slipped out, except it wasn't just a toot :soashamed I thought OH MY GOODNESS, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!
So I quickly walked back to the dugout, went through the dugout to behind it and yelled for my daughter to get over there to me and hurry. I told her to go in the dugout to get my bat, glove and keys that I needed to go to the car. While I am trying to tell her this (I am still out of breath) one of the kids in the dugout says to his mother, Mommy I smell pooopy, I think baby brother pooped his diaper. I looked at my daughter with huge eyes and said get my stuff, I am going to the car. Tell everyone I am not feeling well and I have to go!
Well to make matters worse, one of the girls playing on the team rode with me so I had to wait on her to finish the game!!! After the game everyone decided to walk to my car to check on me...I was like um I am ok, just not feeling good, I really need to go. My daughter tried to get my friend to hurry up. When she finally asked my daughter what the hurry was, my daughter whispered it to her and she lost it! She laughed all the way to the car. She isn't a quiet person either (ask GD, he knows her). Several people heard her when she got in my car...she screams...Dang Tappy, couldn't you hold it, you didn't have to S*** in your pants to get out of a ball game! I could have died right then and there! :tapfoot2 She laughed at me all the way to her house.
naturegirl
Rolling down the highway
OK, so there was this one time at band camp.......................... :laugh
lotstodo
aka "The Jackal"
My bachelor party....................
Ill start out by saying that there really are girls who work their way through college as a stripper. They actually make good money at it, better than any guy working a part time job and going to school.
When we got married, I was still two quarters from graduation at tech and working at a fixture design firm. The plan for my bachelor party was going to be a kegger at a guys house I worked with at the time who had previously graduated from Tech. He knew almost everybody I knew, including a certain hard working female student.
Yup, this idiot hired her to strip at my bachelor party, not telling her who it was for. She showed up and came strutting in prepared to do her "act" and she looked up and saw me. We both turned as red as a beet, and she went running out of the house. I chased her down and apologized to her for the idiot's actions and told her about a party we were having for a lot of family and friends later in the week.
She did show up at that later party with the cash she was paid to not perform at my bachelor party. It seems she came to the bachelor party with a rather large escort who demanded idiot boy pay the full price regardless. She bought drinks for the entire party until his money ran out.
When you know the stripper at your bachelor party, the universe is trying to tell you something.
Ill start out by saying that there really are girls who work their way through college as a stripper. They actually make good money at it, better than any guy working a part time job and going to school.
When we got married, I was still two quarters from graduation at tech and working at a fixture design firm. The plan for my bachelor party was going to be a kegger at a guys house I worked with at the time who had previously graduated from Tech. He knew almost everybody I knew, including a certain hard working female student.
Yup, this idiot hired her to strip at my bachelor party, not telling her who it was for. She showed up and came strutting in prepared to do her "act" and she looked up and saw me. We both turned as red as a beet, and she went running out of the house. I chased her down and apologized to her for the idiot's actions and told her about a party we were having for a lot of family and friends later in the week.
She did show up at that later party with the cash she was paid to not perform at my bachelor party. It seems she came to the bachelor party with a rather large escort who demanded idiot boy pay the full price regardless. She bought drinks for the entire party until his money ran out.
When you know the stripper at your bachelor party, the universe is trying to tell you something.
K
Kattie E
Guest
MrsB said:
Are you sure those boys standing in line were returning something? :laugh :laugh :laugh
mei lan
Pursuit Driver
Well, this is kinda hard, because I'm not easily embarrassed. But there was this one time in band camp... 
Actually, the worst I can think of was this one time years ago when I had a solo in a rather large play (Atlanta Passion Play at the Atlanta Civic Center). I was playing the woman who anointed Jesus's feet with oil and washed them with her hair. Every performance fine till this one Saturday matinee...allergies are giving me fits, and then I cried backstage with a dear friend whose aunt had just died. Got all under control with meds and cough drops. Feel fine waiting in the wings for my cue to go on, voice fine, etc. Make my move, start the solo, and to my utter horror, feel snot RUNNING out of my nose. Not gushing, but not eking, either...just a nice, smooth run. I'm miked, so I can't sniff (thank the Lord my head wasn't stuffed up). Front row is only a couple of yards from the stage. Thankfully, I was sideways to the house, and I was mostly looking down and wearing a wig (long hair to my waist). So I kept singing, and a couple of times in the song, wiped my nose with my hair as I washed his feet. I could tell the other actors wanted to laugh, but they did very well. GAH!!!
Actually, the worst I can think of was this one time years ago when I had a solo in a rather large play (Atlanta Passion Play at the Atlanta Civic Center). I was playing the woman who anointed Jesus's feet with oil and washed them with her hair. Every performance fine till this one Saturday matinee...allergies are giving me fits, and then I cried backstage with a dear friend whose aunt had just died. Got all under control with meds and cough drops. Feel fine waiting in the wings for my cue to go on, voice fine, etc. Make my move, start the solo, and to my utter horror, feel snot RUNNING out of my nose. Not gushing, but not eking, either...just a nice, smooth run. I'm miked, so I can't sniff (thank the Lord my head wasn't stuffed up). Front row is only a couple of yards from the stage. Thankfully, I was sideways to the house, and I was mostly looking down and wearing a wig (long hair to my waist). So I kept singing, and a couple of times in the song, wiped my nose with my hair as I washed his feet. I could tell the other actors wanted to laugh, but they did very well. GAH!!!