Oh I am BAD....so, so very BAD. I really should just be banished to an island far, far away. With cabana boys and endless supplies of mojitos. This sounds like heaven to you?
So much YOU know. Mojitos....blech! Margartias....HELLO! Sweet...not so much. Salty...I'm your gal.
So today is Truth or Dare at the ole SG challenge, courtesy of moi. Hence the TWIST. Spill your guts or take the dare.
And I decided to get down and dirty and dish!
The Rules.
Describe in excruciating detail your MOST embarassing moment. The one where you wanted to crawl in a hole and die. No holding back. We want every teensy eensy agonizing detail.
Don't feel like sharing your skeletons a la the written word?
Then find your most embarassing photo and do a layout "honoring" it. No holding back peeps. The photo needs to be THE focus of the layout. You can journal or not...but a brutally honest title needs to be included.
So which shall I choose? The written word or the hard cold photographic evidence.
Phewwwww
Saved by a non functioning scanner....WOOT!
So to my MOST embarassing moment.
Flashback to
Junior year in High School
Field Trip.
Do you have goose bumps yet? Seriously. Think about it. 17 years old and field trip. Those two things alone should be enough to conjure up dread and foreboding in any sane person's mind.
The setting
St Louis Museum of Art
The time
Why that TOM of COURSE!
Ohhhh you know where this is going don't you!
So. Flashback to a tall gawky 17 year old lurching off the bus with excruciating cramps.
Walking, walking through the Monet exhibit...all the while feeling like she is about to pass out.
But NO!
She can not pass out, because there is humilation yet to come!
Yes folks, her light colored skirt bears the mark of all her pain and suffering.
A quick thinking teacher, grabbed the sweater from her shoulders and wrapped it around the poor girl's waist before anyone else (well almost everyone...more on that later) can see and herds her onto the bus right before she collapses.
Cramps were a NO PICNIC to say the least, until HELLO...discovery of birth control pills!
So fast forward 20 years. High school reunion.
Mingling, small talk, bLAH, BLAH, BLAH...GAH....HATE reunions, file away for NEVER do again
THEN
Run into some girl I barely remember, more small talk, more BLAH,BLAH,BLAH
THEN
"I told my niece about what happened to you at the museum. And that everyone has moments when they just want to crawl in a hole and die. And that you'll survive"
OY
I am a life example on how to handle humiliation?
Note to self...again....DO NOT GO TO ANYMORE REUNIONS.
WORD
7 comments:
Sounds like a little salt and lime after that big reveal is well-deserved. oy. The teenage years.
sigh. Been there, done that. And yes, indeed, it makes me shudder to remember.
Ah man!! I can't believe she said that! Boof!
I remember worrying about soaking through!! I had that happen in 5th grade! I was on the seesaw and looked down and my jeans were a little darker in that area. :(
yeah. um. similar situation. only difference? add in change of scenery. it was a party. and i was passed out drunk. good times. NOT.
i feel your pain.
Oh Lisa you deserve a medal for being so calm through the girls revealing. I too feel your pain!
I can not believe she said that to you.
Maybe you should be honored- she used you to raise the levels of her daughter's self esteem and confidence. :)
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