What's a Blog??

What's a blog? Yeah that's what I was asking myself just a few short years ago. Now you'd have to live under a rock to not know what a blog is. So without further ado, here is mine:



Blond joke of the day :

Q - What did the blond say when she opened the box of cheerios?



A - "Look, doughnut seeds!!"



So today I was reading another blog which talked about the most embarassing moment in your life. It got me to thinking, and I realized something. I'm luckier than most people, because I actually have two most embarassing moments. No! I am not going to tell you them...Aw, geez, you're right, I'm the on that brought it up, huh? Fine, if you insist. Here they are, in chronological order.



Embarassing moment number one :

This would have to be in elementary school. At that time, all the little girls had a mad crush on...let's just call him W., and the monkey bars were king. There was always a mad scramble when the bell rang to reach the top of the bars. Once there, you.....sat. There were only 4 spots at the top available, and if you were one of the lucky ones, you didn't leave until the bell rang again. One day, I got lucky. Sitting on my perch, high above the playground, queen of all I surveyed. With only one regret...that nagging feeling that I should have gone to the bathroom before coming outside. No matter, I could hold it...oh geez...uh oh...nope. Maybe no one noticed. A piercing scream from below caused me to glance down. Why there's W., the cutest boy in school. Boy, he sure is upset about something...

Yeah, I peed on the cutest boy in school, and he was not pleased.



Embarassing moment number 2 - This would be the time my best friend L. and I were in our teens. Old enough to be left home alone while the parents went out...or so they thought. We started off our night of freedom by sneaking into her parents liquor cabinet. Rye? Hmm, sounds good...let's mix it with this here apple juice. One tall drink later, we were up to no good. Walking around the neighborhood, right beside the main highway, singing loudly and off-key. We made a quick stop by the local campsite to steal some beer from coolers. (We actually didn't get too much beer, but they sure found a lot of empty Cherry Coke cans lying around the next day!)

Continuing on our merry way, we walked further. A short while later, a car pulls up. "Get in the car, you goofs! What the hell are you two up to!"

Busted. By L.'s big brother and his friend. While they tried to stuff us into the family station wagon, I had that nagging feeling again. Too drunk to care, I went. On the side of a major highway, in front of big brother and friend. I sure cared the next day, though. At least this time I dropped trou and no one got hurt...er...wet.