So my friend Courtney M. recently did a blog post about her top 3 most embarrassing moments and that got me thinking about how many hundreds of times I've made a fool of myself in the past 30-some odd years of my life.
What I find funny is that all of these have happened in my adult life, apparently I've blocked all the embarrassing moments from my childhood out of my mind.
#3: I went to Cal State Univ. Monterey Bay-- I know it sounds glamorous that I went to a beach school-- trust me, it was cold, like 24/7. But I digress. While attending, I was an R.A. (resident advisor) and one of the responsibilities I had was to make rounds of the dorms in my area with another R.A. The building I lived in was across a street and a field from the other dorms. So Chris (the other R.A.) and his girlfriend who decided to walk with us made our way from 101 across the street. The field was dark with lots of hillside slopes and lots of driftwood. We were almost out of it when I tripped on some driftwood and somersaulted my way down the last hill. I don't know why I didn't put my hands out to stop myself. I just tucked them in and rolled. Chris and his girlfriend were trying so hard not to laugh and asked if I was ok. Needless to say, after the rounds, we took another route back.
#2: Back before my sister Steph got married, she lived with a roommate behind TMC (The Master's College). I was visiting her and drove up a hill to the house where they lived. My sister came out and directed me to a small concrete area across the street from the house where I could park. I saw a log and knew that was where I needed to stop my car. Only I didn't. I drove right over it and drove into a ditch. She was laughing so hard, she was crying and I was angrily shouting at her to help me drive out of the ditch. The log kept me from being able to back up properly. I ended up having to drive further into the ditch, gun it in reverse so my car could get out. Its hilarious now but I was so mad that day. I haven't off-roaded since then.
#1: My friend Courtney L. brought over some homemade pizza for dinner one night a few years ago. It was a really good, only some of the dough hadn't cooked all the way. I took my slice, put it on a ceramic plate and put it in the microwave. I wanted to make sure the pizza dough cooked all the way so I set the timer for 5 minutes. I went back to the living room and sat down to watch tv. Next thing I know, the smoke alarm is going off and I look back at the kitchen, there is smoke billowing out of the microwave. Apparently ceramic plates are not microwaveable. My pizza slice had caught fire and the ceramic plate had cracked apart. My sister Victoria grabbed a cookie sheet and started fanning the smoke out of the kitchen window. I grabbed a towel to put out the flaming pizza and throw it away. My sister (by accident) whacked me in the arm with the cookie sheet and started laughing so hard she stopped fanning the smoke. I wasn't hurt, we were all laughing so hard. I'm seeing a pattern here of my clumsiness, hope ya'll got a good laugh out of this.
