tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post7305670198026200694..comments2023-11-02T11:06:35.549-04:00Comments on Helping Me Up: Embarrassing moments.......Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909390837115961404noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-29707663754459574482006-12-21T10:39:00.000-05:002006-12-21T10:39:00.000-05:00TMS has a "nutball" sister. To hear his mom talk a...TMS has a "nutball" sister. To hear his mom talk about her, you'd think she was the perfect child. It's funny how parenting can blind you to one's faults.The Sour Krauthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02976172393480822743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-60090626036992765432006-12-20T17:13:00.000-05:002006-12-20T17:13:00.000-05:00Actually, Exambo, my mother claims that her mother...Actually, Exambo, my mother claims that her mother was the "perfect mom". She said she never made her feel insecure, inferior, unimportant....you name it.<br /><br />I think that no one is perfect and that you are probably right. My grandma, as you know, was absent for a great deal of my mothers life. She was in between doctors and lastly a.....(forget politically correct)....nuthouse. Doctors thought she was crazy until a dr. from our little home town finally got it right. Yep, that is when they discovered the brain tumor. It was removed shortly after my birth. I can attest that I did have absolutely the most perfect grandma ever and she was all the things my mother said and more. But NO ONE is perfect.....and my grandma is no exception. And although her sickness was not her fault I am sure there are scars that were left as a result of it. No one is immune.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17630641724969094923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-53868388391156237242006-12-20T10:33:00.000-05:002006-12-20T10:33:00.000-05:00I am a firm believer that every parent has the rig...I am a firm believer that every parent has the right to screw their children up. This stuff happens. There is a generational gap that exists that causes different views between parents and children. Who knows, Karen, maybe your grandma did something to your mother to scar her. I am sure, though, that the scars pale in comparison to the love our parents have shown us.<br /><br />By the way....I have also run to the clothes line in just my bra and panties. I still catch myself being a little "free" with my attire in the city. I should really just leave my blinds closed.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02224413437699496651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-16294274086094479772006-12-19T18:19:00.000-05:002006-12-19T18:19:00.000-05:00I know without a doubt my mom loves me. But she a...I know without a doubt my mom loves me. But she always made me feel "not-good-enough". It is amazing to hear how she speaks about me and our relationship to others. Her perception and mine are way off!<br /><br />I try to just work it all out in my head and not make waves with her. I know that I am probably screwing my kids up and will go through the same thing some day. I try not to make the same mistakes but.............Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17630641724969094923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-60183127909069093192006-12-19T15:48:00.000-05:002006-12-19T15:48:00.000-05:00I am very hard on our older son. It makes me wonde...I am very hard on our older son. It makes me wonder what scars he will be left with. I pray for patience and guidance.The Sour Krauthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02976172393480822743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-60553935410470135912006-12-19T15:47:00.000-05:002006-12-19T15:47:00.000-05:00I'm saving my most embarrassing moment for my next...I'm saving my most embarrassing moment for my next flashback post.The Sour Krauthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02976172393480822743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-40243804368268601062006-12-19T15:43:00.000-05:002006-12-19T15:43:00.000-05:00We have an 82-year-old neighbor who served in the ...We have an 82-year-old neighbor who served in the Pacific in WWII. He has an unbelievable heroic record of surviving three ship sinkings and has received a number of metals, including The Silver Star. I thought it would be a good idea to invite him to our 9-year-old's gifted class as a guest speaker for Veteran's Day. However, this man is a TALKER! He doesn't stop. Even our very, very talkative neighbor complains that there is never a conversation less than 3 hours long with this man. <br /><br />I called the teacher who said they had a small window of classtime open and yes, they'd like him to come in and speak but could he keep it to 20 minutes and "dumb it down" to a 4th graders level of understanding? (Okay, I admit, she didn't use the term "dumb it down" but in essence that's what she wanted him to do.)<br /><br />That night, I awoke in the middle of the night which is when my mind exaggerates everything and I started to panic about this situation. I was feeling responsible on both ends; this man's and my son's classroom. I decided that he was probably incapable of keeping it short and may get offended if he was rushed. I decided that the children were only 3rd and 4th graders and had not yet been taught about WWII so they'd be bored. I decided it was an ill-concieved idea that I needed to un-do. I decided to make up a lie.<br /><br />I told the man that the Vet's Day program had already been planned and, unfortunately, they couldn't accommodate him but perhaps they could in the future. I told the teacher that he was having health issues. <br /><br />The next day, I received a message from the teacher asking how to spell his name because all the kids were making him cards. "Oh no", I thought, "they're making him get well cards."<br /><br />When the cards were sent home with our son, they were Veteran's Day thank you cards. They also indicated how much these kids actually knew about the war. (guilt)<br /><br />About a day or so later, I got a message from the man asking what the teacher's name was. Sheesh! Doesn't anybody just not respond anymore? He was writing back to each and every child in the class. (more guilt)<br /><br />Each letter said something about the program not allowing time for his visit. Oh no no. Our son was thrilled to get his letter and I didn't want to deprive the other kids from getting theirs. That, along with the fact that this nice gentleman took the time to write to each child, made me feel like the letters had to be passed on to the children. I had to come up with another plan. I could re-write each letter omitting the reference, I could tell her he must be confused, or I could tell her that I told a lie. I decided to come clean with the teacher. I admitted that I told him the program had already been booked. Then, I added another lie and told her that his health was poor and I had to tell him the lie to make sure he didn't come -- it was for his own good, you know.<br /><br />She just nodded while I spoke. I'm sure she thinks I'm nuts.The Sour Krauthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02976172393480822743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-76680741659276216282006-12-19T14:22:00.000-05:002006-12-19T14:22:00.000-05:00I believe TSK has blogged about me farting during ...I believe TSK has blogged about me farting during a lull at an outdoor symphony performance. If not, there you go.Bobby The Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17088581297951413228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-41825561948204578272006-12-19T14:00:00.000-05:002006-12-19T14:00:00.000-05:00Well.....lets hear it!Well.....lets hear it!Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17630641724969094923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-1814621551813493952006-12-19T12:11:00.000-05:002006-12-19T12:11:00.000-05:00I'm going to have to come clean...I'm going to have to come clean...OhTheJoyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-7265776116151088822006-12-19T08:34:00.000-05:002006-12-19T08:34:00.000-05:00Interesting....I would love to hear the story abou...Interesting....I would love to hear the story about the "white lie".<br /><br />Flo's arrival was embarrasing. Probably more so than this story, however, I was....11, maybe 12, and it was in front of A LOT of family, EXTENDED family that I didn't know well and that were ummm...different. I begged my mom to take me home and she was mad at me because "I wasn't prepared". She told me to go sit on the front porch and wait until they were ready to go home, which wasn't anytime soon.<br /><br />So, as a humiliated child, I sat, rear end down on the concrete front porch to hide the obviousness of the situation. A few well meaning aunts came out to converse with me and pretend that nothing was wrong.<br /><br />As an adult I can now see that even more wrong than "me not being prepared" was my mothers reaction.<br /><br />This is one of those moments that have left scars.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17630641724969094923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22101142.post-16766843033096159152006-12-18T21:54:00.000-05:002006-12-18T21:54:00.000-05:00I would've thought that Flo's unexpected arrival w...I would've thought that Flo's unexpected arrival would have been more embarrassing. Please consider the subject for a future post.<br /><br />I recently got caught in a "white lie" and had to fess up to my son's teacher. Now she must think that he has crazy parents.The Sour Krauthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02976172393480822743noreply@blogger.com