I didn’t win but it’s all good.
Because inside I am a winner.
No, not really.
It totally sucks I didn’t win.
By the way, it is pretty friggin hard to be funny in 450 words or less.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I don’t rock the boat as it pertains to things like outfits,
hairstyles or even my dietary needs.
I like comfortable shoes, classic bob and Oreo’s.
I am middle of the road.
Some would even say boring.
I know absolutely NOTHING when it comes to absolutely EVERYTHING.
I need to wear a bra at the grocery store. I am not allowed to dance.
Like ever.
In front of her.
Or other people for that matter.
my children.
I don’t wear yoga pants to soccer pick up.
I always wipe the Cheetos residue off my lips before her friends
come through the door.
I don’t use trendy words like “tots” or “adorbs”.
And I am pretty sure I am a lot less embarrassing than most
parents my age.
I mean, I have Facebook.
I know what is out there.Yet, I am embarrassing.
Mortifying when I try to give her a hug in public.
And a definite deal breaker if the said hug is given with loud kissy
sounds.
But this is the thing I want her to know.
I don’t remember any of the myriads of embarrassing things my
parents did when I was a teen.
And there were MANY, I am quite sure of it.
I only really remember the embarrassing things I did to myself
as a teenager.
The time I got my period during 8th grade Science class while wearing white jeans.
And I had no idea.
When me and my big ass 1987 Gunny Sack by Jessica McClintock dress
got stuck in the bathroom stall during prom my Junior year at the
Masonic Temple.
The time I got walked in on while singing “Walk Away” by Kelly
Clarkson AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS into my flat iron.
Okay, that might have been last month.
The point is, she won’t remember my upper lip hair, the bra-less
Wal-Mart runs or my stellar dance moves.
What she will remember is a loving mom who recalled what it was
like to be a teenager.
And has plenty of her own embarrassing stories to tell.
Like the time my bra was hanging out of my dress in front of
hundreds of people while posing for a picture with Ree Drummond.
See?
I DID wear a bra back then.
Hahaha! Love this. My daughter is 10 and starting to set those "rules" for me. No dancing when friends are around is a big one. Love that picture, too funny!!
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Aww thanks!Just you wait….it is only beginning.
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OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! That pic is cray-cray (yeah, I am banned from saying that , but YOLO…oops, that too). Really, the only question at this point is what color cape you are going to where, because once they know you will actually TRY to embarrass them, you are golden!!
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Totes adorbs baby.TOTES ADORBS.
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What? No yoga pants to soccer pick up? It's a good thing my kids don't play soccer. You're a winner in my book, Kari.
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No but definitely socks with sandals. You are a winner too.I think we should treat ourselves to pie in Dayton.
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Too funny!!! You win! Hands down! Aaaaaaand…. Your teenager may not realize it now, but she is the biggest winner in all this.
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Aww thank you!Do I get a trophy??
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You got HOSED, baby. HOSED. Funniest bra story EVER.
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I think there needs to be a category JUST for bra stories.
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Love it, Kari! If it makes you feel any better, I cried when I met Jen Hatmaker about two months ago. I would almost have preferred that my bra stick out…
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That sounds like something I would do.
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ARGH! I just left you a comment and I don't see it. Now I don't know if it's one of those "your comment is being moderated" situations or if I did something wrong… so I'll leave it again.Ahem.Love this, Kari. If it makes you feel any better, I cried when I met Jen Hatmaker about a month ago. I think I would have preferred having my bra hang out…
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I published it twice.Because its fun to write two responses.
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Hahaha! Cute…that's totally something that *I* would do!
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I am so glad I am not alone!
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