tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post7047976019040644211..comments2023-10-30T01:08:17.597-07:00Comments on Roxy Haynie Writes: About that conga line...Roxyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09787088898112141579noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-50059624867108476582010-02-22T13:35:32.113-08:002010-02-22T13:35:32.113-08:00That's just BEAUTIFULLY horrid--you know what ...That's just BEAUTIFULLY horrid--you know what I mean. :) Thanks for dropping by my blog. <br /><br />Now I'm trying to think of the worst of my embarrassing moments(so many to choose from . . .).Annette Lyonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12493583432919249814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-18632153485093881122010-02-21T04:54:50.763-08:002010-02-21T04:54:50.763-08:00Great story. I wouldn't know where to begin wi...Great story. I wouldn't know where to begin with mine. :)<br /><br />Anyway, I'm over here following from Anne's at Piedmont Writer.sarahjayne smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589820347348973092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-61752857299376463762010-02-20T19:30:45.752-08:002010-02-20T19:30:45.752-08:00Hardly. Someone needs to stand up to the Prologue...Hardly. Someone needs to stand up to the Prologue Police! :DAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16418440256681984621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-81274175352753571602010-02-20T19:23:45.899-08:002010-02-20T19:23:45.899-08:00And there was this time I wrote on my friend's...And there was this time I wrote on my friend's blog and got carried away ranting about prologues. Talk about embarrassing!Roxyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09787088898112141579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-12261006224017668922010-02-20T19:04:59.899-08:002010-02-20T19:04:59.899-08:00There was this time I wrote a prologue... :)
You ...There was this time I wrote a prologue... :)<br /><br />You are my Prologueyest BFF.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16418440256681984621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-59902876344004730232010-02-20T19:01:59.241-08:002010-02-20T19:01:59.241-08:00Where to start?! How about the time I went to give...Where to start?! How about the time I went to give a presentation in front of hundreds of people and realized I'd downloaded the wrong Powerpoint. Soooo flustering!Jackeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03351019926958000627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-39781638764600065532010-02-20T18:32:12.839-08:002010-02-20T18:32:12.839-08:00Great stories. It takes brave people to admit thos...Great stories. It takes brave people to admit those kinds of things. I'm feeling better about losing my skirt already. Thanks, guys!Roxyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09787088898112141579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-10914127138211160292010-02-20T16:39:46.822-08:002010-02-20T16:39:46.822-08:00I peed my pants at the World Series. And that'...I peed my pants at the World Series. And that's all I'm going to say about that.Anissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02773384041569563564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-83774087331069920072010-02-20T16:07:01.944-08:002010-02-20T16:07:01.944-08:00So many moments for me to choose from...
I'll...So many moments for me to choose from...<br /><br />I'll go with the time in 8th grade Spanish class when I had a bad cold during an exam. My nasty, heartless teacher didn't have tissues in her classroom and wouldn't let me leave the room to blow my nose. So I was forced to sit for 45 minutes covering my face, since my nose had run all over me and I had nothing to wipe it with. Gross AND embarrassing.Shelley Slyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07981620646634240160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-85402221660645563742010-02-20T12:52:49.964-08:002010-02-20T12:52:49.964-08:00I was in some smarty pants competition in middle s...I was in some smarty pants competition in middle school that involved me and two teammates at one table up on the stage and another team on the other side of the stage. Kids were laughing but I didn't know why because the questions were dry and difficult. Later, I asked one of my friends in the audience what was so funny, and she said, "If you're sitting at a table up on stage, and we're all below you in chairs... you should probably cross your legs if you are wearing a skirt." (Thank goodness I was wearing something underneath!)<br /><br />MIDDLE. SCHOOL. HORROR.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16418440256681984621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-71633745875694835052010-02-20T11:21:36.777-08:002010-02-20T11:21:36.777-08:00Mine involves a small bladder and a sadistic kinde...Mine involves a small bladder and a sadistic kindergarten teacher. Enough said.Christi Goddardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08590491851753709622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-6826398053768167742010-02-20T10:39:25.016-08:002010-02-20T10:39:25.016-08:00Mine would involve skiing as well - I have no skil...Mine would involve skiing as well - I have no skills in that area - None! I was skiing with the school, wearing boots that were far too large. I unintentionally hit a jump, did a somersault and hit a tree - all without losing a ski. Not pretty. :)Jemi Fraserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214408467456320167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-78820001660231830162010-02-20T09:36:35.352-08:002010-02-20T09:36:35.352-08:00I was learning to ski as a young teenager and came...I was learning to ski as a young teenager and came down an icy slope and couldn't stop. I ran over--I said OVER--a row of skis of people lined up in a beginners class. The shock on their faces, the humiliation on mine. No damage done except to my pride.<br />Okay, I shared. I'm still humiliated.Tricia J. O'Brienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05993110400088806252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-56152359388774052552010-02-20T09:07:29.207-08:002010-02-20T09:07:29.207-08:00I have a story but you said to keep it cleanish so...I have a story but you said to keep it cleanish so I'll just say, the bed broke, and you can use your own imagination. And whatever your imagination digs up, yes, that is what happened. I thought it was kind of hysterical, however there were no laughs from the other party.Anne Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05816355522284492131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-87403348717165574752010-02-20T09:04:28.707-08:002010-02-20T09:04:28.707-08:00PS. I started another blog in addition to my art b...PS. I started another blog in addition to my art blog, it's a writing blog would love to have you and any other writer friends interested in cheering this newbie on :)<br />crystalcookwrites.blogspot.comCrystal Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06665844725894074136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8608279570927513160.post-29693366225524225232010-02-20T09:03:21.546-08:002010-02-20T09:03:21.546-08:00I love that story! And that you can laugh about it...I love that story! And that you can laugh about it, I would still be mortified. Here's one about me, not that it compares but. . . <br />I was on a date when I was 17 with this guy I had a huge crush on. He had a big Bronco that was really high off the ground. We pulled up to a curb where we were going to eat and I got out of the car. I was wearing heels of course and I totally fell in a hole that I didn't see! Bloody knee and everything, oh the shame.Crystal Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06665844725894074136noreply@blogger.com