There’s nothing like waiting to the last minute to get your adrenaline pumping, you know? Even though I haven’t really talked about it lately, I have been working on HRD.
As of last night, he has an upper body (minus a head) all seamed up, but only partially stuffed and?I started to pick up the stitches for his neck. His legs are done, but not blocked or anything. I guess I’ll block his legs tonight.
I have a feeling that a good portion of my weekend will be dedicated to finish him up since the show is, oh, NEXT TUESDAY.
No pressure, slacker.
I’ll?take pictures of a finished Henry prior to the show. Never fear, I will not let you down in the Stupid Human Tricks department. And I cannot promise?video?because I’m pretty sure they frown on that kind of stuff at his shows, unless his crew is doing the filming, you know? But I’m sure B will be more than happy to take blurry pictures of the whole thing. Right, baby?
Now about the contest.
I figure that it is only fair since I am about to embark on possibly one of the most embarrassing things I’ve ever done in my life,?that I ask?you this:?
If you want this yarny goodness (below)?to find it’s way into your home, you will need to leave me a comment detailing your most embarrassing moment in life to date. You will have until February 20, 2008 11:59 p.m.?CST to make an entry. The entry that makes me laugh until I cry will receive this skank of yarn to do with what you will. In the event that I cannot choose just one, I will resort to pulling a name out of a hat.
I don’t like the colorway I created, but apparently there are quite a few out there who disagree with me. I’m fine with that, but I figure this yarn needs to find a home where it will be loved, not reviled. So, that’s where the contest comes in.
In the meantime, I will try to get a more accurate picture of the colors in this yarn. And also finish HRD. God help us all.
OH my….there are so MANY embarrassing situations I’ll have to think of which one is the WORST!! LOL!!
Great idea for a contest!!!
Can I submit multiple entries? Because the only one I can think of right now is when I was in the college cafeteria yesterday and reached into my pocket to get some change to pay the cashier, and along with a handful of change I extracted an OB tampon that was residing there. I quickly shoved it back into my pocket and I don’t think anyone noticed it, but holy hell was my face red. And in middle school, that experience would have traumatized me for a week.
But I have to have better ones, I just can’t think past that particular one right now.
For that skein I will spill the beans, I mean I do have an arsenal of embarrassing moments to choose from.
There’s the time I got pulled over because the nice and caring officer thought I was having a seizure, when in fact all I was doing was dancing in my seat while driving. That was a joy of an explanation – but no ticket
Or after Christmas when my naked little man (aka as the 3 yr old who will not keep his clothes on while in the house) answered the door. He then told the two JW missionaries standing there that he was Jesus in all his naked glory before running off leaving me there to explain the madness.
Or the other night in church when pastor was telling a joke that started with “many women think men are pigs” and I let out a hardy Amen! a little to loudly, stealing a bit of his thunder.
Or a couple of weeks ago when I was at Cracker Barrel having a late lunch with a knitting buddy after taking her to Webs. We were discussing projects and how she stays monogamous to one, and only has one project on the needles at a time. She really wants to/needs to start this sweater for her hubby – but she is dying to start this fab sweater for herself. So I’m telling her she needs to whore it up a bit – that there is nothing wrong with starting both. Just when I say “oh come on girl – being a whore is not a bad thing” is of course when the waitress came to our table with the food. Timing has nothing on me, but the looks she kept giving me after that were pretty funny.
Shoot that is just in the last couple of months – I will go back in time if needed
Okay, I think Michelle wins this one hands down. ROTFL
I’m with Jessi – I’m going to keep watching this thread just to see who thinks they can beat Michelle!!!! ROTFLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This one time when I was in fifth grade, this boy phoned me up intending to ask me if we could go steady. I was clue-free.
Boy: I was wondering if you’d go with me?
Me: Sure, I’ll have to ask my mom. (aside to mom, not in a stage whisper:) Can I go with Eddie?
Mom: Well, where are you going?
Me: Where are we going?
Boy: Um, bye.
I’ve always been very literal. Ow.
Uh…
I was upstairs at my buddy’s house. My other friend’s girlfriend was there too. She was drunk & I was high and we were both 18…
When my two friends returned, I had to say, “Don’t turn on the light!”.
It got *really* quiet right after that.
To date, only a select few know about this………
I was taking a Calligraphy class offered by UAB Special Studies many years back. I would leave from work & head to the Engineering Building where the class was held. I would get there a little bit early, so I would empty my bladder, get a drink, & get settled in my seat.
This particular night, I was going through my routine. I walked into the bathroom stall, which was more like a hall, very long. I pulled down my britches to squat (as girls do), positioned myself over the toilet (I thought) & began to tinkle. It wasn’t until the toilet paper hit the floor that I realized I wasn’t standing over the toilet at all!!! Everything I had just done had hit the floor.
My first reaction was to look under the stalls to see if there was anyone else in the bathroom who might have seen what I just did…………there wasn’t…….THANK GOD!!! The next thing I did was to clean-up the mess I had just made, which I did with vigor.
“IT” has splashed all over my pants legs too………………..what to do??? I had to sit with it the rest of the night & pray to God that I didn’t smell too badly……………….
Now the whole world knows!!!
I think Bibby wins.
I already told you this story, but here it is again!
I’m working on this really lovely camisole (Nicole, by White Lies Designs), and I went to the local sewing store to get some stuff for finishing it. There was a lovely, funky young woman helping me (since I know nothing of this sewing stuff), and I explained to her that I was thinking of getting some …interfacing? I think? Non-stretchy ribbon for the cups because “My girls need a little support.”
I realized, three hours later, that when I’d explained this to this lovely young woman, I’d emphasized my point by grabbing my own breasts. Which I usually do anyway, but I try to avoid it in front of, y’know, strangers.
Or when a bunch of my college friends and I were at Steak & Shake and throwing spitballs at each other, and I missed and hit the family across from us. They were not amused.
Or when I was in a play in middle school and didn’t bother to learn my lines, so I had to have the script in a manila folder. It was REALLY bad when I lost my place. Turns out middle-schoolers suck at ad-libbing.
No freakin way. Not even for yarn. Can I tell you someone else’s most embarrassing moment?