Pardon the interruption...

I will be back to the regularly scheduled posts regarding embarrassing moments again...but I have something pressing and I need your opinion!

I've said since before I was pregnant with this child, that I didn't want to find out the sex of the baby. Well, I'm starting to second guess it a little....just a little.

Here are my reasons...

Keep it a surprise! The emotional side of me likes to keep it a surprise. I figure that this is the going to be our last child and my last pregnancy, so it would be nice to do it differently than when I had Avery...just to have 2 different experiences. I'm having a scheduled C-Section, so it would be nice to have at least one thing as a surprise!

-OR-

Find out! The practical side of me really wants to know just so I can plan. I mean...I'll miss garage sale season...my favorite time of the year! If I am having a boy, then I miss out on 2 garage sale opportunities! I miss out on selling my girl's cloths, and I miss out on stocking up on boy stuff!

I've posted a poll on the right hand scroll bar. Please weigh in...and leave comments! I need all the help I can get.

Arghh...oh the decisions!

Cars+Michele=Mess

Here's ridiculous story number 2 (actually, a couple of stories that all involve cars). You see, cars and I have a checkered past.

I think my issues with cars started when I was only about 2, and stuck my head out the window to wave good bye to my Grandma. My mom rolled up the window, while my head was still out. The funny thing...is that we didn't have automatic windows...so, how in the world could this happen? Maybe this story is more of a picture of an issue with my mom as opposed to cars.

My hate affair with cars continued until I was 15 3/4 and got my learners permit. Only 2 days after I got my permit, my dad let me drive to church. I backed the van out of the driveway, and backed directly into the truck. Yup...I managed to not only crash one car, but 2! Genius.

College posed some interested car challenges for me. I won't mention the multiple times the I got my 1982 Monte Carlo stuck in the snow. Instead, I'll talk about the time that I blew up my car. During my 3rd year, my friend and I went shopping to get supplies for a toga party. As I came out of Target, an older man told me that my car was leaking anti-freeze...or radiator fluid...or some other liquid. He told me that I should be able to make it back to campus, but would need to get it fixed. Well, as I turned onto campus, my car stalled. I pulled over, and noticed little fireballs dripping from under my car. I made a stupid decision to open the hood, and flames shot out. I grabbed a water bottle (with about 4 ozs of water in it) to try and put it out. I realized it wasn't going to help, and started backing away from the car with my friend...just as the front tire exploded. I grabbed my friend and yelled "hit the ground"! I pushed the two of us into the muddiest ditch. We were covered in mud and my car was on fire. Luckily, someone stopped to help us, and we made it home safe. The toga supplies were lost in the fire, and my once red Dodger turned black...not cool.

Or...there was the time that I left my car running with the keys locked inside during a 3 hour class....in downtown Grand Rapids...stupid.

There was also the time that I got a flat tire in Lansing, and as opposed to just throwing away the blown tire, I also tossed the wheel to the tire. That was a costly lesson.

How about the time that I got hit my a car in grad school..by one of my residents. I had toOr crawl off the road, because I thought she was going to finish me off.

I also screamed and thought someone was stealing my car, all because I left my lights on, and saw the fog lights on. I thought someone was backing out of the parking spot (at Michaels of all places) and threw myself behind the car and yelled "stop, don't steal my car". I saw that no one was in the car, and slinked over to the driver's side..but not before a woman shooed her daughter away from me, and I heard her say "don't look at her, she's a little crazy."

Any stupid car stories that you can share?

A Series of Unfortunately Funny Events.....

My dad always says that "the only thing dumber than doing something stupid, is telling others about it". Well, in that regard...I'm pretty dumb. After I do something silly (and quickly look around to see if anyone saw me), I think"oh...this is going to be a FUNNY story. I can't wait to tell _______."

With that being said, I'm going to spend the rest of this week sharing some of the most ridiculous things that I've done or said, or still do....please feel free to laugh at my expense. Or, if you've known me for awhile, feel free to remind me of stupid things I've done, and I'll put it in here!

In my previous life in Higher Ed, it was typical to share embarrassing moments. Here is my old stand-by:

While in high school, I attempted to ski for the first time. I ended up going down a hill that was too advanced for me (considering, I didn't know how to go slow, or how to stop). Needless to say, when I got about 3/4 down the hill, I realized that there was no where for me to "glide to a stop". If I looked to the left, there was a line of people. To the right....the woods. I had no choice, so I ended up going full speed into a bright orange snow fence.

I hit the fence, and was thrown back while getting my feet tangled into the fence. The fence dragged me down, through the snow, by my feet, all the while dragging my coat, shirt, and bra up past my chest...pinning my arms above my head. So, I was stuck...naked from the waist up, and I couldn't do a thing about it. My feet were stuck in the fence, and my arms were pinned in my clothes. I was laying there in the cold snow...exposing myself to the entire line of people waiting for the ski lift. My friend ran to help me...and started at my FEET...um...no thanks, how about covering my boobs first! When he finally peeled my coat down a little, everyone was looking at me...and one guy had the guts to say "dude...awesome wipe-out".

and..that's the first and last time I ever skied.