Life with you has been like the perfect waltz.  I close my eyes and dance effortlessly with you through life.  Moving in perfect unison, I close my eyes and enjoy the feel and smell and essence of you while beautiful music plays all around us.  Strong arms hold me gently and guide me and I feel safe and warm.  Thank you Baby for this dance…….may it never end.  I love you beyond words.

For everybody else, please see my previous post!!!!!

I was reading Ash's Mom's latest post and I loved reading and laughing about her "misadventure". 

So I thought maybe we could get a few more stories about Most Embarassing moments.  Whataya say, folks?  Let's make this

Embarassing Moments Week! 

So, put away the pride and let your hair down.  I want to read your stories!

I have reposted my three "MEM's" in order, so enjoy.  I can't wait to read all your stories.  Cuz after all, like Topaz says:  Laughter is the best medicine!

This is a repost from October 25th:

About ten years ago, my sister gives me a call and asks me to drive her to the next town to get her car because it had broken down and she had to leave it there. She needed me to take her back to get it and then follow her to the mechanic's shop back here in the home town just in case it broke down again.

Well, it was gonna take a chunk out of my day that I hadn't planned, but that's what family is for, so I resigned myself to the task. I picked her up and off we went to the next town and she filled me in and gave me endless instructions on the way there (she's a very detail oriented person). It went kinda like this: The car would start okay, but would probably act up shortly after takeoff and might stall completely. So...here's what she'd do...get in, start it up, pretty much floor the thing to keep it from stalling and I was to stay right behind her. If she had to stop at a light, it might die, so I was to push her if it did. "Okay, got it", I says. She had one of those ugly maroon Taurus that was so popular back then, you know the one that the back end stuck way up in the air like a cat in heat.

Anyway, we get to the destination and sure enough, that ugly Taurus was sittin right where she left it. After a quick recap of the same instructions, she thought I was ready. I'm rolling my eyes at this point, but keeping my tongue.

Okay, she got in, started ugly up, put it in gear and practically peeled out of the parking lot. I'm right behind her, both hands on the wheel, watching her like a hawk and totally focused on my task. A truck cut me off, so I had to fall back a little before I could turn on the the main road thru town, but I caught up with her a block down the road where she was stopped at a light. Okay, I'm thinking that will hopefully be our only hitch for this all-important mission.

I pull up behind her and roll slowly almost to her bumper just in case she stalls when the light turns green. Well, the light turned and she drove on just fine, but there were other lights thru town, so I made sure I stayed right on her bumper just in case. So that's the way we go thru town, her making the rest of the lights green and me right on her bumber. When she changed lanes, I changed lanes.

By this time, we're out on the highway, which is four lane, heading back to the home town and things are going great. I'm still very focused, slowing when she does, speeding up when she does, and still on her bumper.

We were about halfway when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a car in the left lane had come up beside me and was just staying there! That's irritating, isn't it? After a minute or two, I'm thinkin, "why doesn't this moron either go on or fall back and get in the right lane?", so I glance over to see who this moron is.

Well........

I found myself looking at my sister in her ugly Taurus and she was looking back at me, laughing her head off. I looked back to the front of me at what must have been one very terrified woman driving an identical ugly Taurus.

OH MY GOD!!!!

I had been stalking a total stranger ever since the stop light many miles back there. No wonder she had been slowing down and speeding up, and still I stayed practically glued to her bumper! And I had been SO intent(as I learned later), that I had passed up my sister in town where she had pulled over to wait for me. She saw me go by and had been trying to catch up to me in her sick ugly car ever since.

I decided the best thing at this point was to back off, let the lady go on her way, and try to keep with the RIGHT car. I finished the journey to the mechanic shop in one of those semi-shock states that comes when you realize you've been an idiot and there are witnesses. Sis left her car with the mechanic and got back in my car so I could take her home and she was literally doubling over laughing. I wasn't amused! I mean, was it my fault that there were a coupla thousand of those damn maroon Tauruses in town? But then I started thinking about the spectacle I must have made of myself. Before long, I was laughing so hard I had to pull over and it took us both a while to get ourselves under control.

I still wonder about that poor woman that I was stalking that day. I hope she got over it, lol.

Yeah, I was blonde then too. :)

This is a repost from December 10th:

Last night's impromptu Pajama Party was a blast, although I eventually fell asleep in my chair while the party went on around me.  Guess I just can't hold my Corona like I used to, lol. 

During the party, there was something said that sparked yet another memory of an embarassing moment in my past....way past, for that matter.  It happened when I was very young and had been married about six months.  I contracted a virus that was going around and was sick as a dog (no pun intended, lol), throwing up, stomach cramps and the drizzling sh........well, you get the picture. 

Anyway, after a couple of days, I decided I should probably go see the doctor, so I called early in the morning to see if I could get an appointment.  "No", the receptionist said, "He's booked up for today".  Okay, so much for that, I'll just be miserable for another day!  So, I took a shower and got dressed, and was considering going back to bed when the phone rang.  It was the Dr's office receptionist and she told me they had had a cancellation and that if I would come right away, they could get me in. 

So....I grabbed my purse and went straight on to the doctor's office.  Sure enough, they got me right in and after relaying my symptoms to the nurse, she automatically assumed (see first three letters of that word) that I was pregnant!  Anyway, I wasn't in the mood for assumptions, especially since she was just the nurse, ya know?  So, then I sat there for half an hour for the doctor to come in and I was so sick that I considered just walking out and going home.  About that time, he finally came in, nurse in tow. 

Here we go again, what are my symptoms?  I tell him all of it and guess what?  He assumes the same thing and that really pisses me off.  Here I am, sick and needing to puke or poop or both, just wanting to go home and having to explain over and over that I'm not pregnant!!! 

Finally, he shifts gears and wants me to lie down on the table and unzip my jeans so he can mash around on my already sore belly, so I comply.  Doctor on one side, nurse on the other, they look down and he snickers very faintly.  I look at him and he looks like he'd like to really laugh, and so I look at nurse and she looks the same.  Hrmph!  What the hell do they think is so funny?  The moment passed, he finally told me what I already knew, that I had a virus, wrote me a prescription and I was free to go.  Finally!

So, I made a quick stop in the bathroom, then left to go by the drugstore, then back home where I could go back to bed. 

I was pissed off, sick as a horse and totally exhausted, so I went straight to the bedroom to get undressed and fall in the bed.  I was in the process of undressing when I happened to turn around and catch my reflection in the mirror and my face went from already pasty to white as a ghost, then red as a beet as I focused on my underwear.

There, in my reflection, revealed the source of the mysterious snicker from the doctor!  I was wearing a pair of black bikini panties that I had received as a gag gift at my lingerie shower.  There, right in front, in big bold embroidered red letters, were the words:  What you see is what you get!

It was a very long time before I went back to see that doctor.