Here's the rules.............You have to submit to me your funniest, stupidist or most embarrasing moment. We are going for HUMOR here. You can email it to me at theknitwitch@gmail.com but you have to know that I will post the winner's story on the blog - so don't send in a story you don't want the rest of the world to know about. You will have until midnight on JANUARY 23rd to send in your story. The winners will be announced on my birthday on January 24th.
Now, there isn't any special panel of judges here, just me and Mr. Man. The one we think is the best/funniest/most embarrasing will win. Everyone who places this button
on their blog or promtes the contest with a link will have their name written on a piece of paper and will be randomly chosen out of a hat to win the second place prize. Please just send me a note either via email or on the blog letting me know you have placed a link to promote the contest.
Here's a pic of the two yarn skeins. I LOVE working with this yarn!
Yummy.
OK - you have your instructions - SUBMIT!!!! You can see the yarn bowls on my website at http://www.knitwitch.com/ and the winner will get to choose whichever one they would like. GOOD LUCK! Send me some good stuff!
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I have linked you but I have to think real hard on an embarassing story. My life has been nothing but calm and pristine. :-p
Hockeymom sent me your way! And, I'll be thinking of a story too...
BTW, I took a look a those yarn bowls! They are awesome!!!!
Just popped a link on my blog to your contest... Now off to think of something really embarrassing!!!
I just put your button on my blog as well as emailing you my embarrasing story. (This is something I'll NOT forget!)
and, Happy Birthday!
Contest info posted!
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It's nice to meet you! Even if I don't win, I have to have a bowl, they're gorgeous!
Happy b-day month.
My story...
As a child, my father, who was around 5'6", white guy fro, little bit of a pooch and sun baked to a crisp golden brown, would crochet his own banana hammocks and wear them in public. Actually, not just in public, he'd wear them to the only town fitness club and pool in a very small NH town.
Need I say more?
thanks for this contest! email sent and added your graphic :)
Do I dare publish MY embarrassing moments knowing I can only share with the world and not win prizes? Well...you are my prize sweet thang! Running full speed to the bomb shelter in Saudi? Caught riding the motorcycle?
Yeah, yeah......all NAKED. I know no one that reads this blog is surprised. How about the time you and I were driving on that TINY little 15 mph road right in front of the police station on Memorial Day weekend. They had all these crosses on the side of the road with soldiers names on them to honor them for their service. You were driving and severely slowed down and said "Holy cow!! Look how many people have died on this road!!". Oh yeah, that one still makes me laugh sweet husband.........
oh that's a good one, Mr. Man! (look how many people have died on this road.) That IS pretty good!
After much contemplation, I was trying to come up with a story that didn't involve me busting my butt (which is rather funny, but is really a visual). I think I have one, although it may not be a prize winner.
From time to time I've been known at work to speak some Spanglish. I took a baby out to its parents room and proceeded to attempt to tell the man that his baby was hungry. Instead of saying "mucho hambre" I said "mucho hombre". I was essentially telling the guy that his baby was much of a man. He gave me this really weird look. If that wasn't bad enough, the same man later on called the call bell asking for "yellow". I thought he was saying "heilo" wich sounds a lot like our word "yellow". I thought the man was asking for ice, so I run in the room with some ice. Once again, this man gives me a weird look because he was trying to speak English and was trying to ask for the yellow pads that we use for the patients. I was trying to interpret his Spanish by thinking he wanted ice. I stayed out of the room after that.
Ok. While I'm thinking of it... it seems that language interpretation has played a humorous role in my life. There was a Spanish-speaking couple that came in and the husband was trying to speak English. Since his wife spoke no English, we had to look for him for some kind of interpretation. We asked where his wife was hurting. Now, in learning a language, sometimes a person picks up the slang of the language instead of the more proper term. That was the case in this instance. The man quite seriously replied that his wife was huring in her "whole ass". The poor guy, not knowing the word for "anus" was trying to say "asshole".
I got here from a link from Hockeymom. My most embarrassing moment happened fairly early in life. I was in Jr. High School, the boy sitting behind me in math class (the boy I had specifically asked not to sit near) unfastened my bra in the middle of class. It was really obvious. I think I blushed as red as my hair. I have been embarrassed lots of other times, but that still burns in my memory.
Happy Birthday!
I just e-mailed my entry, and also posted a link on my (pathetic) blog.
It's hard to select the MOST embarrassing moment.
AN embarrassing moment occurred when I was really young - maybe 3 or so. It must have mortified me since I still remember it vividly and I have a daughter in college (ie it was a long time ago).
I was shopping with my mother and I guess I wasn't paying too much attention. I looked down into my mother's cart and saw a package of chocolate chip cookies. I picked them up and started shouting "why are you buying these - you know I have them. I only eat home baked chocolate chip cookies". I was about to throw them on the floor when I looked up and the cart owner was a total stranger who looked at me and said "I'm buying them because I like them. I'm not as lucky as you to get home baked cookies".
I wanted to disappear. I ran over to my mother and tried to hide.
As a teen I was somewhat self concious and usually wore jeans and baggy tee shirts well one day a friend called and asked me to go hang out in town well I decided to get overmyself and wear this mini dress I had hiding in my closet I wasa size 3 and looked realy nice in it wel long story short while walking to the car after a fun day the wind kicks up and my dress pulls a marylin monroe(over a vent) deal in the middle of the parking lot beside a major highway.I dont think I have ever ben more embarrassed that definatly beat out the first day of high school when I accidently walked into the boys bathroom
Ton of embarrasing stories but this is my favorite of all times.
I was 19 yrs old and sitting in my favorite bar having drinks with some friends (back in the day when you could drink at 18). The bar had bowls of peanuts which you would shell and drop the shells on the floor.
There was this handsome guy that was sitting at a different part of the bar munching on peanuts and drinking a beer. We'd never seen him before and really wanted to meet him. We tried flirting but it just didn't seem to be working. Actual words on our part would be needed to meet this fine looking man.
Summing up the courage that only youth and booze could give I called out, "Hey, wanna share your peanuts with me?" Only the words that actually came out of my mouth were "Hey, wanna share your penis with me?" He ended up sharing his peanuts but kept him penis to himself.
Just one?
Let's see... About 13 years ago I got my first "real" job.It was in the Finance Dept. at Bellingham, WA's City Hall. I made sure my outfit matched from head to toe and I even wore nylons so as to be professiona. The building was quite old with a grande marble foyer, etc. Unfortunately, as in many older buildings, the restrooms were inconvenient and quite small. They were located in at the opposite end of the building from my office. Because I wanted to make the best impression possible I held off going until the last possible moment. I dashed through the throngs of people there for permits, court dates, etc. and made it just in time. When finished I washed my hands, smoothed my hair and with as much dignity as I could muster, walked calmly back through the masses of people in the lobby, wove through the permit seekers in the Finance office maze and arrived back at my corner office. When I sat down the chair felt strangely cold. I reached behind me only to discover that the back of my skirt was tucked completely into my nylons and my backside was completely exposed.
I work in a hospital lab and on weekends I have to draw blood sometimes. One trip to the ER and Dr. Johnson (who you can actually joke with) was there coughing. He said, "Sorry. Hairball."
Without even thinking, I said, "Have you been licking yourself again, Dr. Johnson?"
Instantly mortified. Like, OMG what did I just say to a DOCTOR!
Without missing a beat, dear Dr. J responded with, "Well, everyone has to have a hobby..."
I am STILL emotionally scarred from that day...
I put you on my knitting blog, Givin' Knit Away.
I linked through Chris (stumbling over chaos) by the way LOVE your blog name! Just one embarassing moment? You don't want to hear about the grim reaper who renewed our vows in vegas who needed to repeat our names over and over to make sure he remembered them, and we had to keep saying "again" whenever he mentioned joining in union.....or the bar at the stratosphere my girlfriend and i apparently danced on and put quite the show on (ok, i do not remember any of that but there is photographic evidence so, my case is very thin) I have pulled a marilyn as well in the street downtown boston, lost my bathing suit at the beach in honolulu.... but the one that comes to mind right now is this one.
Pt Defience zoo, polar bear exhibit. I have my 2 year old daughter, in laws and hubby there. The polar bear was being entertained with a large rubber red ball. I thought nothing of it but i spoke to my daughter about the bear playing with his ball, his red ball, etc etc. Apparently a group of guys standing near us was listening in, as well as the inlaws and hubby and taking a dirty interpretation to the conversation. Hubby says the guys ended up just losing it laughing and had to leave. Hubby kept telling me to be quiet but i was so blonde i did not even notice and kept on talking about the polar bear and his ball. I was mortified after hubby explained to me what they all found so funny. Sigh, oh well. They pick on me still, 14 years later about this!
When I was around 8 months pregnant and HUGE!, my husband used to love to mess with people who'd ask when I was due.
Like this:
Movie ticket kid - When are you due?
My husband: What do you mean??? Did you just call my wife fat?
He used to think this was hysterical. I have to agree it was kinda funny but also very embarrassing!
I just sent you two stories, because they came to me one after the other... choose one, eh? Chris sent me over here. Nice prizes!
I'm sure I have something to tell but I can't really get the ole brain to work right now........LOL
Just stopped by to wish you an early HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
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