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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

A BLAST FROM THE PAST
Good morning! I'm sitting here sipping my awesome Echo Espresso World Blend coffee.

Graduations are taking place all over town here in my area. The country schools graduated last week, and the city schools go this week. Diann, Denise and I were driving to a booksigning at the Carpenter's Son in Lafayette, IN last Saturday. AWESOME store! We adore Vicky, Cliff and the gang. Anyway, on the way to the signing, I asked Denise to speak at the ACFW conference. Now if you know Denise, you know she hates speaking. I said, "What's the worst that could happen? That you make a fool of yourself? So what." In the shower this morning, I realized I have my growing up time to thank for not caring about making a fool of myself. I've done it so many times!

Like the time I got caught jumping up in the hallway trying to touch the bottom of a giant clock. I must have thought I was some kind of basketball whiz (NOT!) and didn't even come close. Or the time I asked my brother in front of his best friend what was going on with those two dogs. It looked like they were stuck together. Ahem. You should have seen the faces of both boys. But the embarrassing moments didn't stop with high school. There was also the time I was in the restroom at church and somehow my skirt got caught in the back in the waistband of my pantyhose. I went into the sanctuary like that until another woman came flying over and yanked it into place.

And it's not only long ago times. There's the recent incident involving morphine when Diann had her lung surgery! LOL And again I say, "So what?" We're all human. We can laugh at ourselves and go on. So what about you? Is there something you've been afraid to step out and do? What's the worst that can happen? Laughter is good like a medicine. If you're making a fool of yourself, at least you're making people healthier! LOL Share your dream or tell us YOUR most embarrassing moment.
Colleen Coble  
posted at 8:10 AM  
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At 9:00 AM, Blogger Krista Phillips said...

I think it is very humorous that by 8:00, you usually have at least a couple of comments on your blog. Today, when you ask people to share their most embarressing moments, it is silence.

Since I am queen of embarressing moments (and truely late to be embarressed too!) I'll be the first to break the ice.

My first embarressing moment in my memory, I was about 4 years old, and at that time my mom was working alot so my grandma would come and bring us groceries every few days. This particular day, I came out into the living room, and there was an older lady carrying a bag of groceries, so I ran up to her and gave her a big hug. When I looked up, it was unfortunately no my grandmother, but someone I did not know. I was mortified. I am still not over it.

Then there was the time when I desperately needed to use the little girls room, but we were at recess and the teacher said I would have to learn to wait. Well, to not go into too much detail, I tried to wait, but while going down the slide, my body decided it couldn't. It was not my greatest moment.

Last (but not all...) was in at camp my senior year of high school, a bunch of the kids I hung out with decided the game everyone was playing was dumb, so snuck unto the boys dorm to hide. I (unknowing... I was dumb) went with. We of course got caught, almost kicked out of camp, and were forced to pick up trash for half the night while all the 'college' kids watched and laughed. I, miss goody-goody who NEVER did anything wrong, was again, mortified.

Denise, I feel your pain. I HATE public speaking!! My boss even hired some coach to help me with it, but I told her I didn't mind getting better, however I would NEVER like it!!

As far as something I was afraid to do, I think most recently that was my book. Only my close family members had read it, so to come out of my comfort zone and let others actually read it and give honest opinions scared me silly. I fully expected to get it back with 'piece of garbage' written on the top. Well, those were my fears though. Thankfully it went MUCH better than that and now that I am over the first hump, I don't feel so nervous anymore. I told everyone I felt like my story had 'come out of the closet' so to speak!

 
At 9:01 AM, Blogger Krista Phillips said...

WOW, Sorry, I was just typing and typing and got carried away! I had NO idea it was that long! My apologies! (I also just realized that maybe it shows PST vs CST, so maybe you just posted it??? Ok, add another embarressing moment to the list...)

 
At 9:04 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh Krista, I feel your pain! LOL Since we're spilling our guts, I used to wet the bed when I was a kid. SO embarrassing!

And the book thing? I think we ALL have gone through that. That's one of the hardest things we ever do--take that initial step to let someone see what we've written. But you're over the hurdle! Whoohoo!!!

And I posted earlier but I had a typo and went back and fixed it. LOL So it shows a little later.

 
At 9:19 AM, Blogger Kay said...

ha, if we're being real, then we are going to look foolish from time to time, don't you think?
I actually just posted one of my embarrassing moments last night. I don't want to be one of those "come look at my blog, come look at my blog" people. But really - if you want to - you are welcome. :)

I am afraid to learn to swim. I am scared that I will freak out and be a big baby. Can you imagine? I can...

 
At 9:27 AM, Blogger Jaime said...

The worst was when I was rock climbing and my behind got stuck in a crevice. I didn't want to let anyone below know that I was jammed in; why call attention a part of me that's already hard to miss?

My husband kept hollering routes from below, "move your left foot, it looks like you'll have a grip there and you can pull up if you grab the hold to your right".

I didn't budge, needless to say, because I was jammed. An audience of my husband plus 5 others were watching in anticipation for me to crank hard and get to the next level. I stayed put, relaxing on the rock face since my behind was so wedged it held me up.

"Aren't you going to move?" my husband hollered. "Don't freak out, you're not that high"
LIKE I'm afraid of heights! Finally, I didn't care if the entire world heard me. I hollered,
"MY BUTT'S TOO BIG!! I CAN'T MOVE!!"

When the hysterical laughter died down, I manuevered my way backward (somehow not falling) and "unwedged" myself. New meaning to the concept of "wedgies", and quite embarrassing.

 
At 9:39 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh I laughed out loud, Jaime!

 
At 10:59 AM, Blogger Cara Putman said...

Denise would be great!

 
At 11:28 AM, Blogger Jill said...

Okay, I have two most embarrassing moments. On Sunday nights our choir just kind of drifts up into the choir loft 2-3 minutes before the service begins. I was already running late when I got stopped by someone asking a question. I heard the piano play the intro for the choir opener and figured I could still make it because I was already near the first pew. I dashed up on the platform, but tripped on the stairs and fell to my knees with my AHEM! rear end waving in the air toward the 300 member congregation. Half the choir was laughing instead of singing the opener, and the choir director was cracking up so badly he couldn't stand up straight.
My other embarrassing moment (do you really want to get to know me this well?) is when a group of adults were standing around in the parking lot after a concert. We decided to go get some ice cream. My husband, who was talking to a buddy, tends to get long-winded and I wanted ice cream, so I marched over to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him toward our vehicle. We were halfway across the parking lot before I realized I'd actually grabbed his friend's hand and walked off, leaving my husband standing alone. Yeah. Thanks for the trip down humiliation memory lane! LOL

 
At 12:14 PM, Blogger Rhonda/WA state said...

Being the true California girl I USE to be....when I was in high school, my boyfriend tried to teach me to surf. I was on his board with him holding onto it. He was going to push me and the board at the right time when the big (Kahuna) wave came. (So I wouldn't have to paddle.) Well, he started to push and then decided at the last minute it wasn't the right wave. With the momentum, I went sliding right off the front of the board. When I stood up, my bathing suit top had come off.

That was a little embarrassing with nothing but guys out in the water!

 
At 12:35 PM, Blogger Chelf said...

I had come back to school after an appointment in Junior High, and was RUNNING to get to class. Rounded a corner, and SMASH... ran headlong into the cutest boy in the WORLD (my little young world, anyway). Dropped all our books, and we helped each other picking up and sorting our belongings. I wanted to simply disappear.

I have a habit of tripping UP the stairs, not falling down them. In High School, when the same boy was looking right at me... guess who had a moment she will cry over for the rest of time? Yes, that would be ME. I had bruised knees, but that was nothing to the imagined humiliation of catching his eye, and then being a klutz.

 
At 12:51 PM, Blogger Laurien said...

I have to say that one of my most embarrassing moments was when the top to my bathing suit fell off at the public pool. I flashed everyone there, including my younger brother so Rhonda I feel your pain.

 
At 12:53 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Is there a woman alive who hasn't had a bathing suit incident? I remember once going off the high dive at the pool and my top falling to my waist. Luckily, I was underwater and never heard if anyone saw. LOL

 
At 2:22 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

My favorite aunt (the one I dedicated Anathema to, and she deserved it for this incident alone) reminded me of the time I went out to pick her up after an ice storm. I was zooming along the roads and when she suggested I slow down, I told her you slide less on ice if you're going fast. LOL We were both pregnant!

 
At 2:55 PM, Blogger Malia Spencer said...

Here's a recent one for me. I was house/dog sitting a few months ago and had a male friend come over to hang out and watch a movie.

I was getting comfortable, which involved snuggling under my blanket on the couch, when I felt something weird. I pulled it out and it was one of my bras! I guess I had left the bedroom door open and the dog had gone, gotten one and buried it in the couch.

My friend was laughing while I was blushing and mortified. He tried to say it wasn't a big deal, he had two sisters, yadda yadda. It doesn't matter, that wasn't my brother! The dog just thumped her tail at me and snuggled closer to him on the other couch. I guess I know who she preferred at the moment.

Although my friend then did relate a very funny, embarrassing, bra story about himself and his sister. So, it ended up being all right.

You gotta love men who are willing to embarrass themselves to make you feel better!

 
At 4:09 PM, Blogger Pam S. said...

In a meeting of church leaders a few years back, I went up to my husband and patted his buns inconspicuously. Unfortunately, a second later I realized it wasn't my husband but another man whom I barely knew. The man said something and then all the leaders in the room knew what I'd done.

 
At 4:11 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh Pam, I'm cringing!

 
At 5:45 PM, Blogger Sarah said...

This is long. Sadly...

My most embarrassing moment was on my first day on the job with my current company. The first day was just orientation with a group of other newbies and a kind balding man who led an all day long powerpoint presentation. His podium and the screen were at the front of the room by the door, and so the other new employees and I had to walk across the front of the room to exit and enter.

Unfortunately, I had been suffering from the flu that weekend. However, adhering to my father's adage "don't call in sick, crawl in sick" and especially since this was my first day on the job, I decided I was well enough to make it through the day. Just sitting in orientation, nothing too taxing, right?

At break I got crackers and juice and tried to take it easy on my tender stomach. Late in the morning my illness began to overtake me right in the middle of a presentation about health insurance options. I took deep breaths and tried to wait for the waves of nausea to pass. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer and made a mad dash up the aisle and across the front of the room. The path to freedom and the open doorway to the hall was apparently too great a journey for my unsettled stomach and I emptied its meager contents down the front of my new suit while grasping desperately for a trash can by the door.

Down the fluorescent and gray hall I flew, trying to remember the location of the bathroom I had visited at break time. I made it to an empty stall before another wave of nausea hit. After I had calmed down I stood in the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact with the other inhabitants and wiping away the tears of my humiliation. A kind older lady, whom I have never seen since, took pity on me and showed me downstairs to the Human Resources office. I left in humiliation, wanting to never enter that building or face any of those people again.

Need won out over pride however, because I did go back the next day and I've been with the same company now for almost four years. I was overjoyed when I heard the man who conducted that particular class retired a few years ago. I always wondered if after my memorable moment he started off orientation with the admonishment "if you happen to become ill during the class, please simply excuse yourself and let the office know you had to leave."

Top that! :)

 
At 6:22 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Oh my gosh, Sarah, that is the worst! You poor thing!

 
At 7:13 PM, Blogger Laurien said...

Sarah the same thing happened to me in eight grade. When I was younger I got these terrible migraines once a year around October. For anyone who doesn’t know about migraines, they are terrible headaches that make you sensitive to light and sound. Well unfortunately for me they also made me throw up. One day I was in class when I started to get a migraine. I asked my teacher if I could go to the nurses' office but she told me I couldn't. Apparently my school had made a rule the week before that said students could no longer go to the nurses' office simply because they had a headache. So I had no choice but to sit there and suffer. After class I told my teacher I felt nauseous so she suggested I try to make it to the bathroom. I took two steps into the hallway before I realized I was not going to make it. I turned around and walked back into my teacher’s classroom. I’d started to tell her that I didn’t think I could make it to the bathroom when I vomited all over her tiled floor. She escorted me to the nurses’ office and my mom picked me up less than hour later. I went home for the day, though not before I vomited once more on the curb in the school’s parking lot. And to make my humiliation complete the next day I was in my English class when I heard one the kids say, “hey did you hear about that kid who threw up in Mrs. Gabriel’s class?” I hate migraines.

 
At 7:15 PM, Blogger Carolina Girl said...

One of my most embarrasing moments was when I was at my church, and I was going up the stage to sing and the heel of my shoe caught my skirt. The skirt was too big for me and of course, it came down a bit!!! Oh, it was so emabarrassing!
~Laura Laiklam~

 
At 8:37 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Yesterday, my husband went to the store with me and I bought two new bras. I'm very private about such things, but last night, I was talking to hubby and without thinking emptied my cart of the two bras and a magazine onto the conveyor belt. My bras, pointed, um, upward, stopped dead center under the nose of a male customer waiting to pay. I was mortified and kept telling myself he would be gone soon. But no, they were checking out a price for him, so my bras continued to stare up at him until finally I couldn't take it anymore and I plucked them from the belt and stuffed them back into my cart.

My husband was cracking up and told me to "come over here to a cashier who is free." It was a woman, so I made my way to her, but got intercepted by a young man who was opening his register. You guessed it. Before I could blink, he picked up those bras. Hubby was still laughing--well, until he looked at me. . .

 
At 8:41 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Only you, Di. Only you. LOL

 
At 10:07 PM, Blogger MelanieWrites said...

I once started to tell my boss I was adamant about something, changed to obstinate mid word and ended up telling him I was abstinent.

I talk with my hands. In college, I was updating some professors about a freedom of the press issue at the school paper. I didn't realize a guy I adored had come behind me. When I threw my fists back and out to emphasize my frustration, I threw a fist right in his groin.

And finally, beware of prescription cough medicine on an empty stomach before church. About the time the sermon started, I realized all the water I'd been drinking to control the cough had chosen the upward route out. I crawled over the people in my pew to get to the aisle, ran for the door, down the hall and barely made it to the bathroom, where I didn't pause to lock the door. I was sitting on the floor trying to recover when the youth pastor's son walked in. Only then did I realize I was in the men's room.

 
At 12:41 AM, Blogger MarySnyder said...

embarrassing moments? what's a life without a few red-faced moments to give us something to talk about. My latest happened just this past Christmas season.


My great friend (and partner in so many hysterical adventures)Stephanie and I head out for a day of Christmas shopping. I'm all aglow in my new Christmas sweater -- lime green button up with Santa heads on both left and right. I've never owned a Christmas sweater and, even though my daughters assure me that it's a major fashion faux pas to own one, I'm love my sweater.

After hours of shopping for others, we decide to do a little shopping for ourselves. We split up and I find a jacket that I love. I slip off the Santa sweater and try on the jacket -- not a good fit, so back on the rack it goes. I put Santa back on and shop away. I notice that people are smiling at me more than normal and I chalk it up to the Christmas spirit and my snazzy santa sweater. I also get several offers of assistance from random shoppers -- the Christmas spirit must be booming and I was certain that people were just enamored with my Christmas sweater.

After about 30 minutes, I see Stephanie across the store and I flag her down. As I head her way, I notice she is staring at me and then as I come closer she can only point -- no words come from her. She appears unable to form words. She points at Santa -- I look down. I've been prancing all over the store with my Santa sweater on inside out.

No wonder everyone was offering to help me, I looked pitiful and in need of help. Needless to say, the santa sweater has lost that glow for me. So the santa sweater is just sitting in the closet -- some people were never meant to wear Christmas sweaters and I'm in that group.

 
At 8:11 AM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

Mary and Melanie, I'm just cringing for you!

 
At 4:58 PM, Blogger Never2manybooks said...

Embarassing moments... I've had tons too. There was the week in church last year that a friend passed me a note on a collection envelope that read "Does your husband know he has a whole in his pants" Of course not!-he wouldn't purposely wear them with a hole. SO I look at DH's (and church elder) bottom, expecting a tiny worn spot or tear, and it is not a hole- it is the whole seat that is missing. I tell him to seat NOW. He sits until the end of service and then at the end forgets the problem and bends over to pick up some papers he dropped. He basically mooned the older lady next to us. A visitor no less. Come to think of it I don't think I've seen her again.

 

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Kristin Billerbeck
Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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Colleen Coble

Colleen Coble writes romantic suspense with a strong atmospheric element. A lovable animal of some kind--usually a dog--always populates her novels. She can be bribed with DeBrand mocha truffles.

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Denise Hunter

Denise Hunter writes women's fiction and love stories with a strong emotional element. Her husband says he provides her with all her romantic material, but Denise insists a good imagination helps too.

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Diann Hunt

Diann Hunt writes romantic comedy and humorous women's fiction. She has been happily married forever, loves her family, chocolate, her friends, chocolate, her dog, and well, chocolate.

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Hannah Alexander

Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.

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