Tova's Totally Awkward Tuesdays are here again.... even if I am a tad late getting mine up today. I'm really wishing there were more awkward stories going up and linking to Tova here, as I'm sure I can't be the only person in bloggy-land willing to share his/her humiliation. Come on!
I was a freshman in high school, and it was band camp. Yes, seriously. I wasn't in the band, but the drill team was required to attend - and it wasn't overnight or anything, just every day for a year (or a week, whatever, it was awful) and it was miserably hot standing on the black pavement of our school parking lot marching who-can-remember-where. We took breaks now and then, and most of us drill team girls and a couple of my cool band friends (I'm serious, they were cool) would trot on over to the house next door and allow ourselves access to their trampoline while the owners weren't home.
One steamy day, I had on a little white jumper with wide legs, if you can call them "legs" as they came up nearest to my butt cheeks as any panty would have. What was my mother thinking letting me out of the house like that? Oh, that's right - I probably changed after she dropped me off. She was so lame.
So we were jumping, jumping, jumping... doing flips... cheer moves... lots of tumbling... a handful of peeps. I jumped up all willy-nilly in all my clumsiness and landed on my back/neck/head with my legs flailing about up in the air. Only nobody was paying any attention to my legs because (I might have neglected to mention that I wore a g-string most days back then - and no, I wasn't a floozy, I just didn't like panty lines) a handful of poor unsuspecting souls were subjected to a rather up close and personal view of my Australia.
Do you know how hard it is to get off your back when other people are still jumping? And do you know how hard it is for people who are jumping to just look away when they're trying not to step on you? Some of them were boys.
You may be asking yourselves at this point, "who hasn't seen her Australia?" I'm sticking to "innocent and naive" on all counts.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?