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Thursday, May 10, 2007
Thursday 13

13 d'oh! moments (or the ways I prove I'm a dipshit, over and over again)


1. When I first got Gmail, I couldn't figure out why they advertised Spam so much. They were always offering me recipes, right? Maybe a year later, I realized those only popped up when I got into my Spam folder.

2. I wrote a long, heartfelt email to someone, thanking her for her time and effort on my behalf. And then she wrote back telling me she didn't know what I was talking about. I looked at the email address. Oh, right. I meant to click the one below her on the drop down.

3. In the same vein, I had multiple Firefox tabs open. In one tab, I was writing an email, answering a personal question from one of my best friends. It was, shall we say, intimate? In the other tab, I was writing a book review. The review wound up sent to my best friend and the TMI email went to a reviewer who doesn't know me from Adam. Say it with me: d'oh! I'm just glad I didn't email the whole list!

4. In college, I locked my keys in the car with the motor running.

5. Earlier that year, I was run over by my own car and no one was driving it.

6. When giving birth to my son, I said, "The sonogram showed him weighing nearly 10 pounds. I don't think he's gonna fit." Twenty hours of excruciating labor later, the doctors agreed. They performed a C-section. Don't you hate when people don't listen?

7. My son went for a llama ride while we were in Puebla. He wanted to know if it was a boy or a girl. I asked, "Es macho or sombra?" instead of "Es macho or embra?" So I asked the guide if Alek was riding a male or a shadow. Isn't it awesome? I can now embarrass myself in two languages.

8. It is not a good idea to leave a child alone with Silly Putty, even just to run to the mailbox.

9. I discovered that my adorable kittens chewed through the antenna on my husband's new Wii. (Don't worry, I bought him a PS3 for his b-day.)

10. Sex in public is not as exciting as it sounds, particularly when you're interrupted by a policeman.

11. Peanut M&Ms will fit up a four-year-old's nose, but you have to wait until they melt to get them out again. Mmmm, chocolate-y boogers.

12. Backing out of the drive without remembering to open the gate. Oops.

13. A routine shopping trip here became a "three-hour tour" after I got turned around. It took us ages to get home and I didn't have a cell phone on me.



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13 Comments:
Blogger Rhian / Crowwoman said...
head on my desk, laughing my ass off. I mean sympathizing - yeah, that's what i meant.

Blogger Kat O+ said...
#7 reminded me of my honeymoon trip to Spain. All the the time my husband thought he was asking waiters if a dish had pork in it, he was actually asking, "Does this have pig?" *lol*

Blogger Samantha Lucas said...
I've done that second one twice now. sheesh! lol

Anonymous April said...
I'm so, so sorry, as this is such an awful thing to happen, but I had to laugh out loud at #5.

Blogger danetteb said...
Ok that was a funny thirteen and I laughed because some of those things have happened to me a time or two.*g*
Hugs, Danette

Blogger Jacqueline Barbour said...
#7 resonates with me, too. When I was in elementary school, I learned a little German. Many years later, I had the opportunity to utilize it. Someone asked me a question and I responded in what I recalled of my German that I didn't speak German. The questioner looked at me oddly. I repeated myself, more slowly and emphatically this time.

Many years later, I learned that what I was actually saying was not "I don't speak German" but "You don't speak German." And quite convincingly too *g!

Anonymous she said...
LOL. Great list. I'm glad you exposed so much of yourself to us this week. I'll take your word for it on the peanut M&M's and steer clear of them.

Blogger ERiCA said...
Bwa, you poor thing! Hilarious list!

Blogger Dionne Galace said...
Thanks, bitch. Now I can never eat M&Ms ever again. Vile creature!

Anonymous kis said...
Ah, silly putty. The goo invented by Satan.

And maternity nurses and ob-gyns never listen. With my third, I kept telling them I was overdue, and they kept saying, "we'll let you go a few more days. The sonogram says he's average for 37 weeks." And when, 27 days later, they finally agreed to induce, the nurse kept saying, "we'll probably have to put more prostaglandin on in the morning," despite the fact that I kept insisting the baby would arrive within two hours. "Oh, I don't want to bother the doctor at this time of night, and your labor is sooooo unproductive."

11 lbs, 3 1/2 oz at 2:30 a.m, and the doctor almost didn't make it. I'll just confirm for all of you, no matter how many times you've been through it before, they *never* listen to you.

Blogger Cora Zane said...
LOL! Silly putty... ^_^

OMG @ the baby delivery. They let you go through labor that long with a baby that size? *_* Both my lil bears were 6 pounders, and I almost couldn't deliver the first one! That's scary!

Blogger Ann(ie) said...
Every now and then, my husband gets this look in his eye like he wants another one. Especially when we've been around our baby niece. He's all, "ohh, she's so cute," and I'm like, "yeah, but they grow out of that."

My baby-making years are fast falling behind me. When I hit the big 4-0, 4 years away now, I will table the notion for good. So it's a limited time offer and I'm not sure the world needs anymore of my genetic legacy.

Blogger Jill Monroe said...
I did the car keys in the car running thing in college, too.

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