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did i miss the announcement that you were suspending pictures of the frog princess? i must say, it makes me sad, because she is delicious, but i certainly understand.
Greenthumb-that might be the best story of the day. But I’m not sure “embarrassing” is the right word to describe the experience…but it is funny!
It’s so TINY! More Leta photos – we miss the Leta photos!!
Sarah M….where bouts in Sydney are you? :S
I thought SLC was much bigger. Looks like Leta could step on downtown, or at least crawl over and put some buildings in her mouth.
Varicella??? poor Leta
And so the outcry begins.
Heather- thank you for using the word behemoth. It is one of my favorites.
Good morning, good morrrrning! It’s great to stay up late. Good morning, good morning to youuuu!
Poor Leta!! My son had them when he was a baby and the poor kid got the pox all over his balls. Ouch…
Hope she gets over them quickly!
This picture looks kind of sad, but it’s pretty. Happy blog-o-versary!
Why does it look more like the Emerald City from the Wizard of Oz? Maybe I have been walking through too many poppies, poison poppies.
cool! i like car window pictures! trouble is my dad and brothers drive like maniacs…
Dooce – Hope Leta feels better soon!
Cool pic – they all are! Like the variety, and thinking about why Heather snapped/posted each one. Keep it up, Dooce!
I know I’m a little late, but I have a new baby, so I’m sure that gives me some excuse.
My most embarrassing moment was kind of like Dooce’s. I was in high school, sitting in spanish class and I had a stomach ache. I had this sudden urge to fart. I tried to hold it in, but I finally gave in and tried to let it out silently. It didn’t come out silently, but ultra loudly, and made the biggest bronx cheer I’ve ever heard. Everyone turned and looked at me and I just put my head down on the desk. Then the teacher asked me something in spanish. I was so embarrassed that I didn’t pay attention to what she asked, but I know she said the word “burrito” in there.
I hope Leta is feeling better. I didn’t get the chicken pox vaccine when I was little. I remember just getting it.
I feel old now.
Love in Christ,
These are all super nice.
I just have to laugh heather. I have to laugh because the Leegoing is pretty cute. The fact that Leta may or may not have BooBah inspired herpes (and I _know_ you were refering to the SHOW!!!!) And I was laughing because I have been through it twice already and am about to make round #3. It gets so much worse. Wait until she says WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY about _everything_ and when you answer she will say BUT WHY?
My 10 month old niece is my brother’s first child and his wife’s second. He doesn’t get why my mom and his wife are telling him not to teach her the meaning of “no.”
She’s at the stage where she says words, but doesn’t get the meaning yet, thank god.
Happy Blog b-day. Great job Heather!
My most embarrassing moment was when I was a teenager. I was making out with my boyfriend behind the school. His dork friends must have known, because they drove up, yelling “Police!” and shining flashlights on us. we started running away, half-dressed, and then his friends started laughing so we knew it was them. I was pretty mortified, I had to see those guys every day the rest of the school year.
Oh god! Why is embarassment so funny? And why is bignik (#110) not getting more props– that REALLY looks like a penis. That is a special kind of blindness. There are so many good stories here! I wish I had better embarassing stories– I just have small embarassments on a daily or hourly basis. Like today, when I was wearing that pair of pants that are WAAY too big, with my underoos that have “Girls rule Boys drool” written in huge black letters on the waistband. Why didn’t I notice before I left the house this morning that there was about a two inch difference between the top of the panties and the top of the pants? After 10 minutes or so, I figured out why everyone was staring. And then I walked with my hands in my pockets all day so I could hold up the pants.
Comfortable. But just not worthy of this awesome embarassing moments page. I apologize.
It looks like your passing Stonehenge. Honest!
cathi ~ Nope I don’t live in Maryland and am not 22. The story about the discovery of her clit was actually what my friend emailed me. My experiences with playing with myself were all done in my bedroom at night.
Although I was at the age where I’d still have showers with my sister and my StepBITCH was still bathing us. Or maybe it was just before one of us was having a bath and she called us all in the room to ‘talk’. Anyway she says. I know one of you has been playing with herself. I can smell it. Playing with yourself is very wrong. You must never do that its gross and perverted.
Needless to say that messed me up. I mean playing with yourself can be fun and lots of my friends did it and didn’t think anything was wrong with it but I felt evil every time I did until I was much much older.
dooce, only you can make unemployment and motherhood look so so cool. i really should get myself pregnant and fired soon…
CONGRATULATIONS on the Chicken Pox. You’re getting this one overwith early. Yay!!!
Misha, I am SO jealous (I feel your pain, Spoonleg)! Actually, they’re at the Pageant in St. Louis on March 15, so maybe I can go then… during MIDTERMS week?! NOOOOO!
I have only 1 test today– an oral exam (bum chicka bow wow). Parlez-vous francais?
And the picture is gorgeous of course, dooce. All your sky shots are amazing. But where’s Leta??? **sobs**
It’s legendary in my family that my older brother once had Poison Oak (like poison ivy, but in Oregon) and chicken pox on his nuts at the SAME TIME.
Sucked to be him for a couple weeks. He’s lucky he has any nuts left.
Just because it was Oscar night last night…
How about a competition?
“The dorkest embarracing story of the day award” goes to…
Make sure Leta doesn’t scratch, I have a nice scar on my lip from when I had the chicken pox.
You guys aren’t lookin’ close enough at the picture. Leta *is* in the picture.
She’s driving, duh!
chicken pox on his nuts at the SAME TIME….fun time scratching
damn what time are you posting? is leta waking you up at all hours of the night?
Heather simultaneously makes me want to have a baby, and not want to have a baby. I love the Leego story so much.
dooce and dooceketeers,
i’m a little behind (bad pun) but I’ve now contributed to the Butts for Butterflies campaign. click on “kalki” to see the butts.
We want LETA! (although i must say I envy your great car shots – mine always suck)
I agree with getting chicken pox early, I had them when I was 27 Years old! My lovely son passed them on, not fun or pretty, never had them before or any other childhood diseases and in the heat of a Perth Summer! Oh fun days were had with fun times trying not to scratch!!
My goodness, the Doocers get up early. Here I am impressed with myself for being to work on time at 8:30!!!
Very pretty pic, by the way. I do agree that more Leta pics would be wonderful though.
The most embarassing moment? The entire Joan Rivers/Star Jones thing. Can we get someone new to do the red carpert? Joan’s patter is worn and stupid. Star is too gushy and why is Kathy Griffin there anyway?
AHHH more sky shots! Where is the dog balls and cute kids!
I see white people. They’re everywhere.
Happy Blog Birthday!
Embarassing moment… One time while in NYC I was on my way to a Broadway show with my family. I apparently caught a stomach virus at some point. During our cab ride I started feeling worse and worse. Prssure was building up and my sphincter was boppin’ like Chubby Checker. The point of no return came upon me and I told the cab to pull over immeadiately. My parents gave me this funny look, but they could totally tell something was up by the look of terror in my eyes and the sweat on my brow. As soon as the cab stopped I bolted, as fast as a man who is ready to explode can, with my hand cupped over my ass for fear of something getting out. Now I don’t know if you have ever tried to find a public restroom in NYC within a minute or so, but it was no easy task. I finally made my way into a restaurant and did the cup hand sprint to the loo past a bunch of patrons and made it just in time. I’ll never forget the faces of the people I ran past while holding my ass. My family also got a great chuckle out of seeing me run desperately through the streets with one hand plastered over the exit like a gatekeeper.
thank you scott – that was pleasant. im glad you survived.
Embarrassing near-miss: With my now-husband, then-boyfriend, got the romantic idea to “get romantic” on the floor of his parents’ living room in front of the fire, when everyone in the house is sleeping. We hear someone coming, er, approaching, and scramble to get an afghan over us, and pull all of our clothes in under the afghan. In walks elderly Auntie M, the sweetest, most innocent “spinster” auntie who ever lived. Auntie says, “You’re by the fire and have a blanket over you, aren’t you hot?” “No, Auntie M, we’re freezing, we just can’t get warm!” “My lands,” she says, “you must be getting a chill. I’ll get you some more blankets . . . ” and she goes through the whole downstairs, gathering afghans, throws, to warm our naughty naked asses. Each time she’d leave the room, we’d scrape in more of our discarded clothes to pull under the blankets so she didn’t catch on. Then she sat down in the rocker beside us and chatted for a while.
I posted a peeing on stage moment on the main page, but Scott’s story reminds me of all the times I’ve puked in public – in restaurants, in airplanes, while driving on Lake Shore Drive in Chicago at 50 mph. I’m getting really good at it. One time it was at a coffee shop downtown, and the workers there gave me a rag and told me to clean it up. I did of course – I wouldn’t want anyone else to have to do that, but it was ultra embarrassing.
One of my many most embarrassing moments also takes place in a classroom. I was in the twelfth grade, and I had literally the smallest set of boobs in the entire senior class. I begged my mother to let me have a boob job, but instead she went out and bought me these really nifty silicon inserts for my bra. These things actually looked like silicon implants, and once inserted into my bra, I had really perky, bouncy boobs. Nothing too obvious, though. Anyway, I was in seventh period Physics class learning about Kepler’s law and the conservation of angular momentum, or some such crap. My teacher asked a question, and for once I knew the answer, so I shot my arm up in the air to give my scholarly response. At this point, I felt something slipping inside my shirt. The next thing that happened was like one of those slow motion scenes from a movie. You could even hear my voice say “Oooooooooh Noooooooooo” in slow motion. Of course my right silicon breast came slipping out of my bra and landed right on the floor next to me. The really cute guy that sat next to me swiftly picked it up and tossed it in my lap. He did it so fast and furtively that I don’t think any of the bitchy girls with the big tits saw it, but my teacher certainly did. He went right on to teach about Kepler’s law while I sat there with an extremely red face. I never wore those plastic boobs again!!!
Kbbaw: Wow! That guy must have had a crush on you to be able to help you out of that moment with such sensitivity. What ever happened to that really cute guy?
Oh, Katie, that was a tough one. But how sweet was that cute boy, to help you out like that, and not go throwing it around the room or some such?
Well, it’s no desk-moving fart, but…
(Sorry, I’m too lazy to be redundant. But basically–yesterday’s underwear+bottom of jeans+subway=ohdeargod)
Psycho-kitty, thank you, you’ve just given me my “I’m not impressed” phrase for the week:
It’s no desk-moving fart.
Geez, it’s a good thing Leta’s gonna turn 13 months this week, cuz otherwise we might never see her photo again.
I’ll share my mom’s most embarrassing moment because it’s a classic. She was at a rehearsal dinner, wearing a long gown, (in the ’40′s mind you), and when someone proposed a toast to the bridal couple, everybody stood up to toast. My Mom’s dress, however, was tangled around the chair leg so instead of standing up she just flipped over backwards.
I know if she were still alive she’d love your website and your irreverence, Dooce.
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