I don't know if it's the warm weather, or the knowledge that the holiday is coming up. Regardless, I'm too lazy to write an original post today. So, thought I'd dust the cobwebs off this one since it's pretty entertaining.
A couple of years ago, Kristin at Taming Insanity and I did a guest post swap where we shared our embarrassing moments. Here's what I had to say:
I’ve been considering a “Top 10 Most Embarrassing Moments” post for
awhile now. Due to some insanity in our house during the month of
November, I barely blogged at all and most of it was just ranting, so a
fun piece like this had been pushed aside for the time being. Then KLZ
asked about guest posting, and I thought, “Perfect! I can degrade myself
on someone else’s blog!” To be fair, none of these are secret, so it’s
really not that degrading. It’s just that now the whole world could
potentially know about them instead of just those in the tri-state area.
I’m withholding numero uno because even though it’s been over 15 years
since it happened, just thinking about it turns my cheeks red with
humiliation. I’m not quite to the laugh-about-it stage. Just a smile or a
chuckle is all I can muster. Someday….
Since most of you don’t know me in person, a little background – I’m
flaky. Like a Grands biscuit. I wish I wasn’t, but I am. I’m also
clumsy. Surprising in a way since I play sports and danced for 20 years.
When I would stub my toe on the door jamb, my dad would ask me in
bewilderment, “How can you be a graceful ballerina and not be able to
walk without getting injured?” Unfortunately, I come by it naturally. My
mom is clumsy yet graceful/athletic, too. In addition to genetics,
there’s also the fact that I’m just generally not a very lucky person.
Case in point – my graduating class had around 500 students. There was a
post-graduation party that almost everyone attended. They gave out 450
raffle prizes (better odds of winning than not). I did not get one.
Thankfully, I’ve always been able to roll with the punches (sometimes
literally). Sometimes too easily. Spilling something in my house
growing up was expected. It never even occurred to me that it should be
something to get upset about. The first time I knocked over a glass of
water at DH’s parents’ house, I thought he was going to go nuts. I
usually apologize when I spill at someone else’s house, but it was just
water. I just said, “Oops! Do you have some paper towels?” Unlike the
time I spilled orange pop at my friend’s house in middle school. On
their white carpet. Ugh. FYI, Bounty really does hold up to scrubbing
like they say it does on the commercial.
I’d like to say exiting puberty and becoming a so-called adult has
aided my physical prowess. I’d be lying. Two of the worst physical
injuries I’ve sustained (requiring trips to the ER) happened after I was
25. About once a month I knock over the cup of water on my desk at
work. That gives you a general sense of the kind of environment you’d
experience in my presence. Fortunately, my witty (?) personality
apparently outweighs my embarrassing moment-vortex, so I managed to get
DH to marry me and my butterfingers. (And the friend who had the orange
pop? She and I are still friends after 20-some years and 1500 miles
between us. Although, now that I think about it, maybe the distance has
helped maintain the friendship?)
So without further ado,
Heh heh. You'll have to check out the original post at KLZ's place to see the list!