tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post1809780373499768195..comments2023-10-04T12:17:48.643-04:00Comments on The Rocking Pony: Gather Round, It's a Giveaway!Karenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-30103188732205977962008-02-20T00:00:00.000-05:002008-02-20T00:00:00.000-05:00AWWW SHUX! Just my luck - a day late and a comment...AWWW SHUX! Just my luck - a day late and a comment short! Wish I'd seen this sooner because I'd have entered <A HREF="http://damama2all.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-tools-are-not-for-sharing.html" REL="nofollow">These tools are NOT for sharing!</A>. But it's not to late for you to get a giggle over it anyway! LOL! <BR/><BR/>Sounds like y'all had fun. I'll have to pay more attention from now on! LOL!!Damama Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00433392172815959276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-82874387038747574212008-02-12T21:17:00.000-05:002008-02-12T21:17:00.000-05:00Does sex in the shower with hubby in front of mom ...Does sex in the shower with hubby in front of mom count as embarrassing? If so, consider me entered. The story can be had at:<BR/><BR/>www.mayberrymagpie.com<BR/><BR/>Under "One compelling reason why a fire beats a remodel, hands down."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-42154447234493969162008-02-06T20:22:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:22:00.000-05:00Okay, now where is Karen???Okay, now where is Karen???caramamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327695885346537321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-10274735025606072742008-02-06T20:00:00.000-05:002008-02-06T20:00:00.000-05:00ONE HUNDRED!ONE HUNDRED!Burgh Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-56412874198595921962008-02-06T18:57:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:57:00.000-05:00*tap, tap, tap**tap, tap, tap**tap, tap, tap*we ar...*tap, tap, tap*<BR/><BR/>*tap, tap, tap*<BR/><BR/>*tap, tap, tap*<BR/><BR/>we are waiting oh so patiently :)Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05050466263238656666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-14099174814478959872008-02-06T18:54:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:54:00.000-05:00This one ALWAYS makes me laugh. Anyone who has had...This one ALWAYS makes me laugh. Anyone who has had a child will understand this. <BR/><BR/>Andre was my first child, and 12 years ago, when they gave you the epidural, man you couldn't feel anything for HOURS. Well back then at my hospital, they didn't have single rooms, you always had to share with someone else, and they tell you if you have to go to the bathroom or take a shower etc. etc. then you need to take the baby with you. Dont ever leave the baby alone. <BR/><BR/>Well this was like 6 or so hours after I had Andre, and I had to pee so bad. So I got up, and pushed him in his basinet into the bathroom with me. Well because it was right after I had him, I was still having the umm... gushing that comes with pushing out a 9+ pound 24 inch boy. So I was trying to manuver around the basinet, sat on the toilet and no longer had to pee. That was because what I thought was post baby gushing, wasn't. It was me - I had peed myself. The epidural still hadn't worn all the way off and I wasn't able to hold it, LOL.<BR/><BR/>Thats one of my favorite post baby funny stories to tell everyone when they are having their first baby.<BR/>~JenniferJenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05050466263238656666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-64600630669141797322008-02-06T18:48:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:48:00.000-05:00I can comiserate with those who had family listen ...I can comiserate with those who had family listen in while NOT sleeping, LOL. <BR/><BR/>When I lived in my moms basement, my older brothers room was right above mine, and at dinner one night he told me - in front of the entire family, and guests - that he didn't appreciate hearing all of my sounds, LOL.<BR/><BR/>But from then on, anytime I knew he was home, I would stand on the bed an put my mouth right next to the vent and make all sorts of noises, just to make him mad, LOL.<BR/>~JenniferJenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05050466263238656666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-19646515013517383512008-02-06T18:46:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:46:00.000-05:00I will try to bump you to 100 comments, LOL.I have...I will try to bump you to 100 comments, LOL.<BR/><BR/>I have been checking back in every so often to make myself feel much much better about not being the only one with horribly embarrasing stories to tell.<BR/>~JenniferJenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05050466263238656666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-26876198555412650182008-02-06T18:10:00.000-05:002008-02-06T18:10:00.000-05:00But who wins??? When oh when will you announce? An...But who wins??? When oh when will you announce? And are we close enough to 100 to inspire you to do two giveaways??caramamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02327695885346537321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-60809584792450159972008-02-06T17:15:00.000-05:002008-02-06T17:15:00.000-05:00Look at you with your fancy 90+ comments. Go, Kar...Look at you with your fancy 90+ comments. Go, Karen!Burgh Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-58307505489011762692008-02-06T16:07:00.000-05:002008-02-06T16:07:00.000-05:00Colleen said... oh, and I know my embarassing stor...Colleen said... <BR/><BR/>oh, and I know my embarassing stories are pretty lame, but here's one more that I remembered:<BR/>When I was about 12, I was at a mini-golf place with my dad, 1st stepmom (don't ask), younger brother and younger stepsister. I went to the washroom because I thought I was starting to get my period. Thankfully I wasn't at that moment, but since I didn't have any pantiliners to kind of protect myself in case things developed before I got home, I just folded up a long length of tp and tucked it in my undies, just in case.<BR/>well, several mini-golf holes later, I hear my dad sort of mumble, "um, Colleen, you seem to be, uh, losing something." And sure enough, in front of my whole family, and the people waiting behind us, I had that nice bit of tp starting to fall out of my undies and unfolded itself out the leg of my shorts, but still had one end tucked up there, so I had tp trailing from my crotch, out of my shorts, and on the ground.<BR/>Thankfully, no blood involved, but still, mortifying enough for a girl of that age.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-39820932595577919852008-02-06T16:04:00.000-05:002008-02-06T16:04:00.000-05:00The Mom Bomb contributed this:My most embarrassing...The Mom Bomb contributed this:<BR/><BR/>My most embarrassing moments have always involved gas. I'm full of it. Once in college, we were in an exam room and it was dead quiet. I was nervous and not in a good place, let's say, intestinally speaking. So I farted, and everyone heard it, and everyone started laughing under their breath, and I just wanted to die.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-53562680491756290592008-02-06T16:01:00.000-05:002008-02-06T16:01:00.000-05:00No that was Colleen dragging tp. My bad.No that was Colleen dragging tp. My bad.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-5497013192536530342008-02-06T16:00:00.000-05:002008-02-06T16:00:00.000-05:00Madame Queen contributed this:I'm sooo behind on m...Madame Queen contributed this:<BR/><BR/>I'm sooo behind on my blog reading that I haven't read any of the other embarrassing stories. I want a RP shirt so bad but I can't think of a single embarrassing story worth telling. <BR/><BR/>A pair of my panties once static clinged themselves to the outside of my duffel bag at camp, but I saw them and removed them before too many other people did!Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-84199283293712776712008-02-06T15:21:00.000-05:002008-02-06T15:21:00.000-05:00Thanks. I try. TP from my crotch? That wasn't m...Thanks. I try. TP from my crotch? That wasn't mine. But, I totally would've done something like that.<BR/><BR/>Here's another one. I was about 8 or 9 and we went mini-golfing. It had recently rained, so I hit my ball, and walked over the "water trap" hole thing and slipped. I landed inside the pool of water. Several people saw it and didn't know how to act. So, I started laughing. And, then the whole place erupted into laughter. I had slimy dirty water all over me. Clutz? Thy name is AFFAnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-10451322000041643532008-02-06T13:41:00.000-05:002008-02-06T13:41:00.000-05:00AFF - I think being caught making out by the praye...AFF - I think being caught making out by the prayer group holier-than-thou ranks up there with your family listening to it on the baby monitor.<BR/><BR/>And dragging tp from your crotch will make me laugh for days. Oh the horrors women endure thanks to that darned Aunt Flo.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-80701465911159154242008-02-06T12:08:00.000-05:002008-02-06T12:08:00.000-05:00The reason I have read no blogs today? I'm too bu...The reason I have read no blogs today? I'm too busy giggling at all of these stories.Burgh Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-18097409395692884792008-02-06T11:58:00.000-05:002008-02-06T11:58:00.000-05:00This is in my 100 things post, but I'll share it h...This is in my 100 things post, but I'll share it here anyway. We went on a cruise for our honeymoon. I got seasick. My husband spent the whole time watching me puke and have violent diarrhea (handing me tp) while he got to watch the Lindsay Lohan version of The Parent Trap over & over again.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-9069940063289483082008-02-06T11:44:00.000-05:002008-02-06T11:44:00.000-05:00Okay. In a work environment? I was famous for st...Okay. In a work environment? I was famous for stupid clutzy antics (as per the norm!) at the office. How fun was it the time I had to call the Mr. Fix-it to say, "Ummm..I dropped a confidential file down the elevator shaft." And, me on my hands and knees in a skirt looking down the slit in the floor with a senior partner gazing at my tooshy? Oh, mortification.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-81927867803672816922008-02-06T09:31:00.000-05:002008-02-06T09:31:00.000-05:00Or the time my father came into my room and told m...Or the time my father came into my room and told me I needed to wrap my female "napkins" better as a nasty one got stuck to his hand while cleaning out the trash...I couldn't do anything but laugh.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-63526282355302752582008-02-06T09:30:00.000-05:002008-02-06T09:30:00.000-05:00Or the time I got a bladder infection in 2nd grade...Or the time I got a bladder infection in 2nd grade and peed all over the library floor. My mother allowed me to come home & change clothes...then forced me to go back to school to hear the jeering.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-35282429017895163792008-02-06T09:28:00.000-05:002008-02-06T09:28:00.000-05:00Or the time Puppy & I were big time making out (we...Or the time Puppy & I were big time making out (we were in high school) and there were "noises" involved. My parents were in the other room having their prayer group get together. My mother's most chaste perfect friend walked in on us. I still blush at that one. I have a hard time facing her to this day.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-34869918551550044792008-02-06T09:26:00.000-05:002008-02-06T09:26:00.000-05:00Or how about the time I got "really popular" for w...Or how about the time I got "really popular" for wearing a white shirt & bra to a football game...where it starting raining buckets? Being the nipple queen? Got me a few homecoming queen votes.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-33862001152228249412008-02-06T09:25:00.001-05:002008-02-06T09:25:00.001-05:00Or how about the time when Pup & I were newly dati...Or how about the time when Pup & I were newly dating & I needed to poo. But, ended up constipated. I could NOT go. For like 2 hours I kept running back and forth to the BR. I ended telling Pup something about my dad wanting him to go home or something like that...then confessing the truth (I always confess) to him later. He thought my dad hated him for like years.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7494202605629550918.post-19558918480887227202008-02-06T09:25:00.000-05:002008-02-06T09:25:00.000-05:00Or how about the time when Pup & I were newly dati...Or how about the time when Pup & I were newly dating & I needed to poo. But, ended up constipated. I could NOT go. For like 2 hours I kept running back and forth to the BR. I ended telling Pup something about my dad wanting him to go home or something like that...then confessing the truth (I always confess) to him later. He thought my dad hated him for like years.AnGlOpHiLe FoOtBaLl FaNaTiChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13609029982049285576noreply@blogger.com