Of course not, Joxie. I didn't want panty-lines, you know...what a major fashion faux pas that would have been!
LMAO. I suppose I should be really embarrassed, but honestly what do you do in a situation like that? I smiled and thanked the woman sitting behind me (the one that tapped me on my shoulder and said, "Uhm...excuse me, but...), turned to BP and laughed before seat dancing while tugging and pulling to get everything back in order.
I've done enough stupid sh!t in my life that I realized a long time ago that embarrassment might be uncomfortable, but it's not terminal.
I need to learn that I won't really die of embarrassment. I tend to beat myself up over it for a long time afterwards. The cruel, inner voices just love when I do something stupid so they can beat me up about it for the rest of my life.
I'm not really sure, Joxie, when I learned to block out those inner voices, but I'm pretty good at selective hearing. Maybe it comes from having kids - I mean actually having them; the doctor walks in the room with a group of fresh-faced medical students trailing him while your feet are up in stirrups in the most vulnerable position, and says "Mind if they stay and watch?", and you say (or at least think), "Sure, let's have one big friggin party while we're at it" (LX), or your water breaks in the middle of your town's most popular restaurant during the height of tourist season, and the manager and staff make such a big deal over someone "about to have a baby" that it's impossible to leave discreetly (BP). Ya kinda have lose some of your inhibitions if you're going to make it out of those kinds of situations without being embarrassed. And why should you be embarrassed? It's nothing that hasn't been done before.
Part of it too is age...I get way less embarrassed the older I get. It's basically the same thing...why be embarrassed because nothing stupid that I've done hasn't been stupidly done by someone else previously.
So I was probably the "butt" of a few jokes Easter Sunday; at least I might have made a few people laugh. You can't beat yourself up over something that you can't change, cuz in a lot of cases, unfortunately do-overs don't exist.
And as Mom would have said "It builds character." Boy, did I hear that a lot growing up.
I have found that 'smiling' helps. I got that from 'Eat Pray Love.' If I smile, and put a dance in my step ... even when I don't really feel it, the voices tend to lessen and disappear. They come back when I haven't smiled in a while though.
1. Smile in your liver
There’s a bit where Ketut (the Balinese guru) instructs Liz on her meditation, and suggests she backs off from the mantras and the strictures:
You make serious face like this, you scare away good energy. To meditate, only you must smile. Smile with face, smile with mind, and good energy will come to you and clear away dirty energy. Even smile in your liver.
Yes, yes, yes! This works. Keep it simple and just smile. When you walk, when you’re driving and when you meditate (or, if you don’t meditate, when you rest a moment). I’d advise not worrying about good or bad energy. Just smile with every bit of yourself. I find smiling with my eyes when I’m meditating works all kinds of magic.
I could probably live in this thread without much effort at all.
Anyone here ever watch "Friends"? Each "Friends" episode was conveniently titled for easy recall when referring back to it for whatever reason; the titles all start with the words "The One With...".
In "The One With Barry and Mindy's Wedding", Rachel is the maid-of-honor in her ex-fiancee's (the one she left at the alter) and her former best friend's wedding; just prior to the wedding she uses the restroom, and unknowingly walks down the aisle with the back of her dress stuck into her pantyhose.
BP wanted to go to Easter service today at the church where she goes to youth group. I had to use the restroom during the service....and of course we were sitting in the front row.
And of course I had on sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.
Wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry when I read this, finally settled on the former.
What I think we all want to know (well I do) is was the wedding photographer on the ball, and if so when do we see the cheeky snaps?
I was faced with the same decision, Katina, and like you, chose the former.
I'm not sure there were any photographers; it was an Easter service, not a wedding. And though I've put the whole em-bare-assing incident behind me figuratively speaking...and believe me my that part of my figure isn't what it used to be, I haven't had the guts to check out Youtube to see if someone caught it on their cell phone.
... I'm not sure there were any photographers; it was an Easter service, not a wedding. And though I've put the whole em-bare-assing incident behind me figuratively speaking...and believe me my that part of my figure isn't what it used to be, I haven't had the guts to check out Youtube to see if someone caught it on their cell phone.
The images are in the mail. Would you like to purchase the negatives?
User Notes huh, must remember to thank Mini-Mia for letting me know about this field.
Yesterday, it was the car wash. First, I went through it while it was raining which is pretty dorky to begin with...but hey, it was really only drizzling, it was my day off, and the car was so dusty from the gravel employee lot I couldn't stand it anymore; not to mention, I think it's been the first time I got the car washed since the nursery re-opened in the spring. I washed it myself once, but it was a quicky once-over with a sponge.
Secondly, I had to back out, and give it another try (there was obviously no one behind me because who the heck washes their car in the rain..er...drizzle). I'm not sure what my problem is, but I can't get this particular car lined up properly with the chute thingie that the vehicle's left tires are supposed to fit into, which propel the vehicle through the wash. Never had a problem with my other car, but with this one, the front end is out of view of the big overhead mirror by the time I get to the chute-thing.
Second try was no better; it just didn't "feel" right...although the guy in the booth came over the loud-speaker and told me to put the car in neutral, loudly and with a tone in his voice that indicated he was thinking "WTF is this woman doing?"
Thirdly....I was right; the car wasn't lined up properly. About a third of the way through the wash, I told BP it didn't look like we were going straight. Two seconds later, it was obvious we were veering to the left. One second after that, and there was a jerk, and we were off the track completely. Sounded the horn repeatedly, until everything shut down and the loud-speaker guy came out, and stood there with his hand's on his hips, looking perplexed. I'm pretty sure he was thinking "WTF has this woman done?!!!"
He guided me back into the track, and disappeared back into his booth. BP and I laughed the rest of the way through the wash.
I haven't had that particular problem, but I know of another woman who did. Except that instead of going to have her car washed, she went to one of those quick oil change places where you drive over the pit. Needless to say, she managed to get part way across before she decided to correct the path and drive off the concrete and into the oil change pit - driver side front and back wheels both involved. Somewhere I have a picture of it - or rather I have a picture of her stuck in her car while they were waiting for a tow truck to come lift her and her car out of that position. I wonder if they have camera's there - for security reasons of course.
Where Mom gets her oil change has cameras. They also have you park your car at the garage door and get out and go in while they drive the car into the garage. I wonder how many people drove into the pit before they realized they needed to make changes.
I can thankfully say that I've never driven into the pit at the oil change place! Not even been close to going over the edge; I did it successfully - twice - the same day I had the car washed. Got the oil changed, ran a few other errands including the car wash, then had to go back to the oil change place. They didn't reset the mileage digital thing on the dash that lets you know when your next oil change is due. Since an oil change was overdue (by less then 30 miles), every time I looked at the dash, I got yelled at by the digital readout that told me I'd better get my ass in there and change the oil. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to know how to reset the mileage or not so I'm not sure if I was being dorky by going back and having them do it...
But BP seemed to think so, as she shrunk down in the seat when we drove back in.
Oh my. Yes, you should know how to reset the counter. It shouldn't take more than pushing a button or two or twice. If you don't have the owners manual for the vehicle, I'm sure you can find instructions via Google. I don't know that I'd call it dorky - but I'm is reminded of several blonde jokes.
Lot's of people do that - it's a trip meter but most people use it for gas milage. Some vehicles have counters specifically for gas milage. I've never heard of one for tracking oil changes but that doesn't mean Phalon's vehicle doesn't have one.