tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post115892903132175934..comments2023-10-30T04:36:41.692-07:00Comments on Kari Lee Townsend: Embarrasing Moments and Lessons LearnedKari Lee Townsendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11120605314368256963noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159220386487288382006-09-25T14:39:00.000-07:002006-09-25T14:39:00.000-07:00I have MANY moments that are similar. I won't even...I have MANY moments that are similar. <BR/><BR/>I won't even go into details since I try to forget any embarassing moments. I did submit one to Karyn's contest, though.Andiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02985102922053973445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159158768294501032006-09-24T21:32:00.000-07:002006-09-24T21:32:00.000-07:00I thank God I have no bowel issues.Did you see the...I thank God I have no bowel issues.<BR/><BR/>Did you see the Oprah on where the poop goes? It was Friday's episode. They had on some septic tank guys. I imagine them coming home from work, their wives greeting them at the door, asking, "Honey, how was your day?" and them answering: SHITTY!<BR/><BR/>LOLOLOLOLOLOOOOOOOOOOLLLLMaNiC MoMMy™https://www.blogger.com/profile/14038801888210803955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159137936614416392006-09-24T15:45:00.001-07:002006-09-24T15:45:00.001-07:00Oh my God, Trish. That was too funny. I would ha...Oh my God, Trish. That was too funny. I would have died and I don't know if I could ever ride that bus again.Kari Lee Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11120605314368256963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159137925252319462006-09-24T15:45:00.000-07:002006-09-24T15:45:00.000-07:00Oh my God, Trish. That was too funny. I would ha...Oh my God, Trish. That was too funny. I would have died and I don't know if I could ever ride that bus again.Kari Lee Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11120605314368256963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159131299641486932006-09-24T13:54:00.000-07:002006-09-24T13:54:00.000-07:00I was on a city bus coming home from school. There...I was on a city bus coming home from school. There were no more seats available so I stood near the front by the driver holding on to the hand rail. i just looked out the window and waited for my stop. About half way through the ride the driver leaned over and said "check your fly" I didn't really hear what he was saying so I just nodded and smiled. Then he said it again and this time I heard it and checked. My zipper was not just un-zipped it was so W-I-D-E open it's a wonder I didn't feel a breeze. And since I was standing at the front looking back everyone else was looking forward so they must have gotten a pretty good view.<BR/><BR/>I rang the bell and got off at the next stop.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159094016538396902006-09-24T03:33:00.000-07:002006-09-24T03:33:00.000-07:00i think that i'll just stay clear of this who thin...i think that i'll just stay clear of this who thing, ladies...Steve Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05298219742968828262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159056262680717412006-09-23T17:04:00.000-07:002006-09-23T17:04:00.000-07:00So glad to hear I'm in good company. I'm not the ...So glad to hear I'm in good company. I'm not the only one to embarrass herself, and then be crazy enough to talk about it. But, hey, if you can't laugh at yourself, then you're just way too uptight;)))Kari Lee Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11120605314368256963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159030028819418972006-09-23T09:47:00.000-07:002006-09-23T09:47:00.000-07:00I repress my memories so well, I can't recall too ...I repress my memories so well, I can't recall too many..except maybe vomitting on this super hot guy (that I had a crush on)when I was a teenager..Fuzzy Navels and god knows what else we had our hands on, squeezed into the back seat of a car...and not by the door..and well he ended up covered with peach fuzz.... I don't think I ever drank a fuzzy navel again..TTQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09888187290526881563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1159016298025520272006-09-23T05:58:00.000-07:002006-09-23T05:58:00.000-07:00Can you imagine going away with me??? Poor Jen-T ...Can you imagine going away with me??? Poor Jen-T and Barbie W. will have that pleasure in two weeks. Once I get started, I can't seem to stop. Talk about laughing. We're usually so sore by the time we get home. Can't wait, ladies.Kari Lee Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11120605314368256963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158992597006499192006-09-22T23:23:00.000-07:002006-09-22T23:23:00.000-07:00Eau de nastiness! Classic!Gosh, I am blanking on e...Eau de nastiness! Classic!<BR/><BR/>Gosh, I am blanking on embarrrassing stories. I have a ton, but I try to block them out :)xxxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16348725618072239708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158971763450217112006-09-22T17:36:00.000-07:002006-09-22T17:36:00.000-07:00I'm laughing too hard right now for a story... I'l...I'm laughing too hard right now for a story... I'll be back thanks for the chuckle .... <BR/><BR/><BR/>RRAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158960065711202382006-09-22T14:21:00.000-07:002006-09-22T14:21:00.000-07:00That was SO funny--I've been through similar, but ...That was SO funny--I've been through similar, but it's not my blog, so I won't say!Save Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14090739389247940479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158950407361599002006-09-22T11:40:00.000-07:002006-09-22T11:40:00.000-07:00Oh, my God! Too funny ladies. I don't have enoug...Oh, my God! Too funny ladies. I don't have enough boobs to have a boob story, but period leaking stories I have plenty. However since I've embarrassed myself enough for one day, I'll shut up now. come on, people, I need more stories;)))Kari Lee Townsendhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11120605314368256963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158949131390361312006-09-22T11:18:00.000-07:002006-09-22T11:18:00.000-07:00And I'm sleeping with you at the conference??? Aw...And I'm sleeping with you at the conference??? Aw maannn.... (just kidding) Let's just remember the airfreshner ladies!!*g*<BR/><BR/>What a topic for a friday!!! Okay, mine is a boob story too. (jen, you beat me to it!) Mine happened when we took a family vacation to Cocoa Beach, Fl. We're out in the ocean having a great time. I had on a bathing suit that had the hook clasp around my neck. Well, a bil 'ol wave came along and "smack", I lose my balance and go under. I come up sputtering, and lo and behold I've exposed my right boob. And to my horror, it's not my DH who has popped up next to me! I quickly smile at the cute stranger, grab my floating strap and turn away...only "smack" comes another wave. Oh shit, I can't hook this thing back up. I struggle back to gain my balance, still aware of cute guy to my right. DH is back on shore (has no clue what's going on). I reach back to try that damn hook and "smack" down I go again. I'm dying cuz the waves are just fast and furious and I when I try to stand back up I've now lost the other strap! I take a quick look to my right and cute guy is gone. I breathe a sigh of relief then attempt a final time to re-hook the suit. "smack" I get knocked foward and almost land on cute guy. I now have death grip on the straps around my neck. I smile (can you say drowned rat look?) and stumble my way to the shore and ask DH to PLEASE make sure that hook is on tight!<BR/><BR/>Now, If I'd only been single and about 10 yrs younger.....there might have been a story there!Barbie Jo Mahoneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14557088510626367263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158945889928259052006-09-22T10:24:00.000-07:002006-09-22T10:24:00.000-07:00Man, that's some good stuff!My moment? Well, I DI...Man, that's some good stuff!<BR/><BR/>My moment? Well, I DID fall down in the hallway at school when I was picking up my son from school, in front of all his friends.<BR/><BR/>But when I was in 8th grade, I was on my period. I was always very, very heavy when I was young, and I asked the teacher(Mr. Ashelman)if I could use the bathroom and he wouldn't let me! so when I sat down in my seat, blood went everywhere. I had to sit through the whole class and then when the bell rang, I ran to the bathroom. I was covered in blood and my jeans were soaked clear through. So I had to get my jacket and tie it around my waist until I could get home. I still hate that man to this very day!Angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06245554563405436101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33842025.post-1158932488800976802006-09-22T06:41:00.000-07:002006-09-22T06:41:00.000-07:00Giggle, snort...us sharing a room together is alwa...Giggle, snort...us sharing a room together is always kind of stinky, isn't it?<BR/><BR/>My most embarressing moment? Oh Good lord woman, you really don't want to know any of these. Well okay, here is one that happened on my way to nationals in Atlanta last summer.<BR/><BR/>Okay, so I'm wearing this cute top with spagetti straps that are tied at the shoulders. Now, I hate flying, so I'm nervous as hell. I walk through the metal detector thing and low and behold, I beep. I take off half my jewlery, my belt and in the process accidentally untied my top and well it fell open. Okay, now all i've got on is one of those tiny stick on things that basically only covers your nipple. Well, the guy is standing there, staring and pointing. His mouth is open and his eyes are darting from my face to my boob haning out. I look him and he finally manages, "Um, ma'am...your..." I look down and just about die. The guy says after I tie myself back together, "You're having a bad day." And I said, "Well, it looks like I just made your day."JThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13519025250067949045noreply@blogger.com