I would have to agree with myself that my life is doomed for embarrassment. I don't know if it is personally preconceived or meant to happen for the enjoyment of others, but I have more experiences than I can count. In fact, I can remember embarrassing moments at the wee age of 5, but most vividly at the age of 8. [For those that know, this would refer to the Classic Water Slides bathing suit experience.]
One special experience happened when I was at the unfortunate age of 14. [to get a visual some may have seen a recent blog of pictures of me at this age] For several summers I worked for the Festival of the American West in Cache Valley. For those that don't know, this job requires pioneer outfits with bonnets and aprons. I think I even wore bloomers. (great visual) On top of the lovely attire, I looked like an especially awkward Indian pioneer with my braids. [In fact, I now just remembered that I played as an Indian in the festival pageant.]~~~~Anyways, I had a really big pioneer crush on another pioneer worker. We'll call him Pedro.
Now Pedro and I were asked to go to the ice truck to get ice. This may sound like a simple request, but not when you are forced to pretend like you are an actual pioneer. We had to walk a half a mile to this ice truck with a handcart. The walk was great, we flirted and chatted; I laughed at his stupid jokes and pushed him a few times. (how teenage girls flirt) We arrived at the ice-truck and I realized that I needed to use the ladder to get in. The entrance is about 6 feet tall, and I am pretty sure my vertical was not that high at the time.
Once I got up, I began to throw the massive ice-bags down to Pedro, conscious of how tough I looked when I threw them. After about 10 throws of ice, it was time to abort the truck. I jumped...... For about four seconds I realized that I was hanging upside down. I was suspended in a "superman like" position. Now I'm sure Pedro was watching below, not knowing what was going on. My pioneer dress had been caught on a hook of the ice-truck door. The little piece of dress could only hold me suspended in air for so long.
Then I dropped,,,, on my face. After I realized what had happened with a mouth full of dirt and bloody elbows, the shock of what really happened hit me. I looked back at the truck and saw half of my ripped dress still on the lever. I felt a chill on my backside, and realized that my sweet cheeks were hanging out for Pedro and the world to see. With the lack of bloomers, I happened to be wearing some silk (too small) granny panties. I still don't know exactly why I chose those silk numbers, thus the irony of the situation. I was still on my stomach exposing my backsides when Pedro and two old men came to help me up. Lets just say that there was nothing I could do to escape or brush off this experience.
I got up and tried to pull the remaining half of my dress behind my tush as I walked back to camp. I called my mom. She brought me another skirt to wear. As a dedicated worker, I worked the rest of the day with knowing at least four men I worked with (some young and some old) saw my bum.
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i really do think you have a higher calling in life than the rest of us, shaeli. you were put on this earth to boost everyone else's self-esteem and add a chuckle to their day. every time i hear a new embarassing story from you, i just laugh to myself, and think: i'm so glad to be me.
You have to have something to offset your beauty. :) Shannon
That story gets better every time I hear it. First Luis, and now Pedro...are you trying to tell us something?
Ohhhh Shae. THAT JUST SUCKS. I have a similar embarrasing moment... I tucked my skirt into my tights, (this was the 90's, it was cool then) and a hottie was checking me out at Fred Meyer (think Super Smith's). He came up to me and I think he's checking me out and going to hit on me (I was 19 and thought I was THE stuff) and he told me my undies were showing. UGH. :>) Anyway, LOVE that you're blogging! Let's talk in person sometime! Come see your Aunt so we can HANG!!!
You are hilarious!!! I remember Pedro;)and that experience of yours. I think that you have all these embarrassing stories cause you are so gifted at telling them. We sure did have some good times at the Festival of the American West.
Ok...now I am laughing so hard I am about to pee my pants because I have never heard the "redheaded cousin" story.
Sweet little Kera, you know that it will make me famous and give me wealth because it will be a part of my book I will eventually write. [No hard feelings whatsoever.] In fact, I think I forgot to tell you about the time we realized why are toilet kept overflowing every time you used it.
please, continue the battle of embarrassing stories! come on kera, you of all peolpe have to know more embarrassing things about shaeli than anyone. each time i look at this blog i lol in the library at school and get looks but it is soooo worth it!
Ok that story is SOOO not true. At least I told true one Shae Lynn. Ok, I think it is most definitely time a new post from you and for us to move on.
But before I do I just thought I would remind you of the time we rehearsed for Mr. Freshman mc and our guys got 1st and 2nd. Thats a good memory right :)
A tag is only 5 little things we don't know about you or just 5 random things. If you can blog about your shaeli moments you can most definitely do a tag! Don't commit a blogging sin shae and deny a tag!
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