I've been tagged...

My most embarrassing moment.

I've been thinking back through my life and I can honestly say that I can't find many truly embarrassing moments.

Upsetting? Sure. Like the time some guy flashed me from his car in the drive-through when I was working at the latte shop...the most upsetting part to me was that I didn't think fast enough to dump a cup of boiling water in his lap before he drove away.

Unsettling? Yep. How about having a male nurse coach you when you're trying to nurse your firstborn? He was very "hands (and eyes) on". I shudder to recall that one.

Undignified? Certainly! How does wretching your guts out for the entire trip from Boise to home sound? In the back of your brother-in-law's car? Four months pregnant? Up until that point I had never puked in front of anyone in my adult life. Food poisoning.

Thwarting? That would be the time I was showing off my high kick, which was pretty impressive, in a mini skirt. Now the modesty issue wasn't such a big deal, I was only about 10. But can anyone guess what happens when you throw one leg up and you have a tiny, tight skirt on? Well, it quite effectively pulls your other leg out from under you and lands you flat on your back hard enough to take the air outta your lungs...and get quite a roar from the crowd.

But embarrassing?

Hmmmm.

I got nothin good.

I guess maybe it would have to be at Matt's 30th birthday BBQ. When I was so engrossed in taking photos that I backed into a ditch that ran through their yard. Once again landing flat on my back in a cloud of dust that was not missed by anyone present. My dear, sweet sister-in-law even raced up and snapped a few photos of her own. I don't really know why it embarrassed me so badly. Not really a big deal. But I had to retreat inside for about 5 minutes to dust off and compose myself. When I felt ready to face the crowd again I headed back outside where an elderly gentleman instantly approached me and said, "Oh sure. Run off and hide, why don't ya." I turned about 20 shades of red and the horror I felt had no choice but to use my face to express itself...to which he instantly corrected, "Not you! The horse!" Sure enough. I was standing right in front of their fence and directly behind me; the horses. Ugh! There's nothing worse than handling an embarrassing situation without grace or class. Something I'm guilty of on a regular basis.

Hmmmmm. I tag Shelby. Only one because there aren't many of us left!