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April 06, 2004
Where's the beef?

I've had many embarrassing moments in my lifetime. The one that left me the most humiliated happened to me in my junior year of high school.

That was the year I started with my starvation diets. I wouldn't eat all day, but I'd bring a little ziplock baggie filled with chocolate slim fast. I'd buy a fat free milk and mix them together... that would be my meal for the day.

I used to hang out with all of the black guys in the quad area. They would give me a hard time for not eating. "Gurrrrrl, why you wanna lose that ass?" they'd say. "Because I'm too fat!" I'd reply.

Anyway, one day, my cousins boyfriend, Calvin, had bought a bag of chips. I wanted one, and he refused to give me one. He'd say "Nope, you're on a diet." I'd try repeatedly to grab the bag from him, but never succeeded. He said he was going to go get something else to eat and left for a few minutes. He came back with a cheeseburger, half eaten. Oh my God. I wanted a bite of that cheeseburger and he knew it. When he had his head turned, I grabbed the burger and took a big ass bite. All of a sudden, I heard an uproar of laughter. I looked around. Everyone was looking at me and they were laughing. Calvin was laughing too. I knew something was wrong, so I instinctively spit the piece of burger out of my mouth. All of a sudden, my friend Vickkie shouted "GIRRRRRRRRRRL, you just got moted, Calvin picked that burger up off the ground and told everyone to watch you eat it."

I felt like dizzy and could feel the blood draining from my face. I must have looked like a ghost. I started to cry and ran as fast as I could. People were pointing and screaming "HAMBURGER HELPER!". I didn't even know where I was running too, I just wanted to get away from everyone staring at me. Shortly after, the bell rang for fourth period. I ran to my classroom and pleaded with my teacher to give me a breath mint. "Why are you crying, what's wrong? Why do you need a breath mint?"

I explained to her what had happened. She tried so hard not to laugh and gave me a piece of gum. She told me I could chew it in class, even though it was against the rules.

I never did live that down, but eventually, I was able to laugh about it with everyone. I was forever known as hamburger helper from that day forward.

Fucking Calvin. And people wonder why I have issues with food. Heh.

Since I shared my most embarrassing moment with you, I think it's only fair you tell me yours. If you do decide to write yours, make sure to PING ME! so I can read it.

Posted by Y at April 6, 2004 11:02 AM
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I was at my cousins wedding 'after' party, we were all sitting around and a couple of us were playing guitars. The dress I had worn couldn't be worn with undies....after many hours of drinking I was not sitting in the most lady like fashion. About a month later I went to a party at my cousins, I was greeted by a couple people 'Hey boxshot', after being called boxshot a couple of times, I inquired....Apparently...no one noticed at the time, but when pictures were developed there were several pictures of me...and my BOX....yup right up the dress....

Posted by: robyn at April 6, 2004 11:31 AM

Mine, I have to admit, was my own damned fault. I was in the 4th grade and some mean kid was pelting me with snow balls on the way home from school. It was totally against the rules to throw snow balls, but the same kids always got away with it. This time, one of the snow balls hit me right in the eye and hurt like hell. I started crying and ran home to plot my revenge. The next day, I came to school with a big ol' bandage over my eye and told everyone that I had a scratched cornea (I was a smart kid) and that I was going to have to have surgery (but not that smart, apparently!) The boys who threw the snow ball got in huge trouble, and the school HELD AN ASSEMBLY to tell kids the dangers of throwing snowballs and just look at poor lil me who was now in danger of losing my sight. Talk about snowballing! That lie took on a life of its own. Of course, the mom of one of the kids called my mom to apologise for her son and my unsuspecting mom spilled the beans about my lie! All I ever wanted was for them to feel bad and finally get caught, and I ended up being the joke of the school. I was soooo happy when that one blew over. Isn't it great that we can laugh about all this crap?

Posted by: jasminbutterfly at April 6, 2004 11:58 AM

yeah, this is really bad, and I figure since I read you all the time, I might as well share. But it's gross, understand? I apologize in advance. I was 19, and I had gotten married right out of high school to a Marine. So, since I have medical issues, and was often in the hospital for weeks at a time, the boy would get err, lonely. So some nights he'd stay in the room with me. So after the lights went out, we figured it was "safe" one night to fool around, no one was expected for hours. So, I was um, doing my best to help him out, and was under the sheets. However, I guess they weren't done with me for the night, and a nurse (remember, this is a NAVAL medical hospital too) in his uniform comes in, and busts us. And he doesn't know what to do. So he just stands there, while I hide under the sheet, wondering, why won't he LEAVE, give me a minute to compose myself, and then come back and act like nothing happened like a normal person would do?! WHO STAYS??! He finally leaves, I come back up, nearly cry at my own stupidity.
Embaressing? Yes. It gets worse.
The weird ass nurse ended up telling EVERYONE, and the hospital lawyer was consulted, and they started this legal shit about how we could NEVER do that again. Dude, I got that point. BELIEVE ME. I believe that's the height of embaressment.
The US Government against me giving head in their hospital and bringing lawyers into it.

Posted by: Jenn at April 6, 2004 12:15 PM

Yvonne: You should KNOW better than to trust someone named Calvin.

Posted by: waistdog at April 6, 2004 12:18 PM

Can I ping you anyway? Oh wait, what are we talking about here again? Sorry.

Posted by: Tre at April 6, 2004 01:37 PM

I was about 18 when this happened, a college freshman. I majored in theatre, and took an improv class. This class met twice a week, and we did quite a few active things, like freeze tag improv, and well, you never really knew what kind of positions you could end up in. A lot of people took the class for that reason... A-hem. Anyway... Note to self: Never ever ever wear a kick-pleat skirt to improv class.

Class met on Tuesday, and we did some freeze tag improv to get started, and well, I wore my short, girlie kick pleat skirt that day... Not thinking at all about how this would look, someone initiated a football game, and somehow I ended up being the center. Well, I didn't know until after the class that I had mooned just about everyone in the room. I was fully clothed in all the right places, but everyone still saw my ass, covered in red and white striped panties...

I had to think about this for a while, because I knew there would be no way I could face that class without figuring out how to make a joke of it. So, luckily, I had bought two of these skirts, and just wore the other one when the class met again. The day before, I had gone to target and picked myself up a pair of cheap white shorts, went to Michael's and got myself some acrylic paint, and painted "Applause" across the ass. We had some impromptu scences that day, so when my group finished, I turned around, bowed, and lifted my skirt up again... My ass got the biggest laugh of the day, and everyone told me how awesome I had been for doing something like that...

I used those shorts a few more times before the end of the term, and it became the running joke of the class.

-H

Posted by: Hed at April 6, 2004 06:40 PM

I feel Robyn's pain. There are currently, in the possession of my ex-sister-in-law, a few up-the-skirt pictures. THANK GOD I WORE UNDERWEAR THAT DAY!

Posted by: Jennifer at April 6, 2004 08:51 PM

So Jennifer, I should keep my eyes open for you in one of the 'Priceless' emails ;)
I figure I should just post mine myself to save any future embarrassment!

Posted by: Robyn at April 7, 2004 07:12 AM

OK, here's mine.

One day during my senior year of high school, I walked in on my girlfriend and a bunch of our friends talking in the ASB office. They had been passing around a piece of paper when I walked in, and tried to hide it when I arrived. Me being the curious kid (read: nosy ass) I was back then, decided I had to see for myself the piece of paper.

They'd handed it to the biggest guy in the room just as I walked in. He had 4 inches and 30 pounds on me (of solid muscle -- we were both athletes), but so powerful was my desire to read that paper that I took him down to the floor in seconds flat and snatched the paper from him. Triumphantly, I claimed the fruits of my victory and read for myself...

...the invitation to my surprise birthday party.

Smallest I've ever felt in my life. I've never forgotten how I felt that day; that memory guides my behavior, over 20 years later.

Posted by: gojou at April 7, 2004 11:16 PM

I love your stories! Your church was similar to my church, but yours was wackier!

Posted by: Bren at January 19, 2007 12:48 PM
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My name is Y, but you can call me "Jesse's girl." I am an Aerobic Dancer and have mastered many moves, but the one I am the most proud of is "The Monkey." I have three kids. ALL FROM THE SAME DAD (Because, did you know someone actually asked me that question?) A 15 year old son, a 10 year old son and a 3 girl who was not planned but who is loved more than words could ever express. I am addicted to Starbucks, reality TV and to getting really good deals through coupons and "club member" savings (Please, respect The Costco Card.) I am extremely competive and if you don't believe me, just ask my husband about the time I sold him out to win a game of Taboo. If you're waiting for the part where I speak of my love for walks on the beach or slow dancing in the rain, you're going to be disappointed because my idea of a good time usually involves things like "burping contests" and "doing The Worm".



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