GIVEAWAY!
Win a Coming to Grips Embarrassing Moment Validation!!
Giveaway Rules
1. Leave a comment on THIS POST (perhaps the awkward details of your soufflé’s deflation or the aftermath of the unfortunate time your neighbor said, “Nice grass!” but you heard differently).
2. Comment before Sunday, February 25, 2026.
3. Everybody wins!
4. Winners will be announced instantaneously. You can find all the winners in the comment section of this post.
Good luck! Thanks for Coming to Grips!
Oh I want to win;) My embarrassing moment...
ReplyDeleteSitting in the Bishop's office with my newly potty trained son. Newly potty trained son chooses not to tell us he needs to go potty. We find out because he left a trail of poo pebbles all over the chair. The Bishop still has no idea, and I don't plan on ever telling him. (hangs head in shame)
Oh my gosh you crack me up!!! I hope this was suppose to be a joke, because It made me laugh!
ReplyDeleteBack in grade school I thought it would be a good idea to try and curl my hair with a comb. The only thing that accomplished was getting it tangled in my hair. It was so bad my teacher sent me to the nurse so she could try and remove the comb. She ended up having to break it up in little pieces and pull those out of my hair.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love giveaways! You oughta repost this on April 1. I'll be watching to see your comment stats explode with excitement.
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I suppose this means I have to out myself as a lurking reader of your blog - Hi, Marianne here, and I think you're hilarious Polly! Whew, feels good to get that validation off my chest.
ReplyDeleteThis is my most recent one (lol): Our family was asked to sing in church. We practiced and practiced and my boys knew every word of "Nephi's Courage"-- all three verses. We practiced but not in front of the microphone. So the day of, as we began, my 5 year-old really wanted to be heard. He pressed his face up to that mic. We were in the middle of the song, so we did the best we could to pull him back. Then the circus began. In front of everyone, we moved him around and then the 3 year-old decided he wanted to lean forward to the mic. But we couldn't stop the song to get everything under control. So we finished the song and I think everyone could tell we knew the words. But it was an entertaining reminder that we adults are NOT in charge; we are at the mercy of our kid. (They remind us often that we shouldn't think we are too cool because they will find new ways to embarrass us.) My husband had been worried that people would be able to tell he wasn't a singer. I can PROMISE no one was thinking about how great of singers we were. Afterwards, we couldn't really punish him, because he said, "No one EVER let's me use the microphone. EVER." So can you blame the poor boy?
ReplyDeleteOh, there are so many things i could write about. A few years ago I was at the pool and this 12 yr old boy from church came up to talk to me when my then 2 year old pulled off my swim bottoms. I think I have scarred that boy for life. I should have been more embarassed.
ReplyDeleteLinda with the swim bottoms, whoever you are, I think you win. Embarrassing, yes, but very, very funny! Not many things win the "make me laugh out loud" contest, but your story did.
ReplyDeleteMost embarrassing moment: I walked right through the screen door (breaking it) at my French teacher's house with a bowl of French Onion Soup in my hands (spilling it) during a party full of classmates from my junior high school (9th grade).
ReplyDeleteMost embarrassing tendency: Sometimes I get into or try to get into the wrong car, thinking it is the right car, of course. When I was a kid, I even went into the wrong apartment once. When I saw strangers in the living room, I wondered who was visiting my mom. But I didn't see my mom, and the furniture was different, and a strange lady was screaming at me. This lack of awareness is still one of my feature traits. Just last night I tried to get in the wrong car. It wasn't quite so embarrassing though because my husband was with me, and he kept pushing the unlock button on our keyring. It wouldn't work, and he complained about the key being dead, and then we both realized that our car was two spaces up. I don't know how I didn't notice that the two car seats were missing and that the car we were trying to open was actually clean. When we got to the right car, I put my little container of leftover spaghetti on the car roof while buckling the kids in. I forgot it. As if that isn't embarrassing enough, we actually went back for it. We found the smashed box at a stoplight, and I made my oldest son open the door and pick it up off the street. Conscientious about littering? Or trying to hide the evidence?
Oh, thank you for the non-stressful giveaway! This will be the first one I've ever entered.
ReplyDeleteMy life is a series of embarrassing moments, but my most recent one came about "body surfing" in Maui last year. I was too scared to go past the break (I have a little bit of an ocean phobia)so I just kept getting knocked down by the crashing waves while standing ten feet from the shoreline. I just kept getting knocked over and then stupidly standing back up, only to get knocked over again. I kept screaming at my husband on the beach to come help me, he just waved his hand at me to "go out farther." He wouldn't get up to come help me b/c he was pretending not to notice the screaming loser five yards from the shoreline who just happened to be his wife. The waves were vicious and I crashed so hard once that I either broke or severely sprained my pinkie. I'm still not sure which, because I'm too embarrassed to go see a doctor about it and tell him what happened. Instead, I'll just spill the whole story out on the internet. My pinkie still hurts, though, and it's almost March.
I'm a winner! I'm a winner! Oh, my moment? That one time...
ReplyDeleteI'm a winner!
ReplyDeleteI saw an advertisement for our local Albertson's several years ago, advertising several different items as 10 for $10. For some unexplained reason, I saw 10 for $10 and yet it registered on my tiny brain as 10 for $1. I went and couldn’t believe the things they were practically giving away for a dime apiece. I asked a clerk if there was a limit, and he said no. I only had about $25 in cash on me, but I still loaded up an entire shopping cart with items I thought were 10 for a dollar. When he started checking me out, I realized what an idiot I was, and that there was no way I could buy what was in the cart with what I had with the $25 that I had with me, so I couldn’t even buy my way out of the embarrassment. What was I thinking? So, I kept a few token items of peanut butter and jelly, and they had to put the rest of my cart full of groceries back. I couldn’t go back to that Albertson's for years. Very few people are privy to this idiocy.
ReplyDeleteRemember junior high crushes? Only mine was on just one boy and I had it for four whole years. And I NEVER talked to him. Ever.
ReplyDeleteSkip to high school, junior year. I have moved on. I invite my best friend (who hasn't gone to the same school as me since grade school) to a dance at my high school. I point out said crush who has, since my getting over him, become a football player stalked by girls within three grades of his graduating class.
Said 'best friend' disappears, and somehow I end up leaning against a wall with this boy standing in front of me. I am trapped and he keeps asking me things like, "You liked me for that long? How come you never told me?" and saying dumb things like, "You should call me sometime." Uh huh. Or I should just melt into this gym floor and let you spit on me and step on my head while you're in football practice. I'd prefer that...
Dangit!! I really love giveaways and I wanted to win this! Unfortunately, I don't do embarrassing things. . .Dang, this would've been fun to win too..Good luck all you others!
ReplyDeleteHee-Hee!
ReplyDeleteLast night my wife attempts to call her brother from our land line and types in the number from her cell phone. She calls -- a man who sounds exactly like her brother answers the phone.
ReplyDelete"You don't know who this is," Cristy explains. "You are a horrible brother if you don't recognize the voice of your own sister" she continues in a raspy bass voice.
"I ain't nobodies brother and my sister 's dead," he returns in thick southern accent."
Ackward?
YOU ALL WIN!! YOU ARE ALL WINNERS!!!
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