X-Rated Embarrassment

I have decided that every once in awhile I am going to blog about funny embarrassing moments that have happened to me over the years. I really have quite a few to tell, and since I love making people laugh & I love telling stories, this seems like a good plan.

My first embarrassing moment installment that I am going to tell about, is actually my most recent one. I have titled it 'X-Rated' because....it kind of is. Some of you may find yourself offended for two reasons: 1. You may be offended by what I actually did in this post. OR 2. You may be offended that I even blogged about it at all. I really hope you don't find yourself in either of those two categories, and that you are able to just laugh AT me...WITH me.

All that being said, here ya go:

When I flew home to Houston over Thanksgiving break, I accidentally showed my Dad a picture of my bare breasts. Yes, you read that correctly. NOW, let me try my hardest to explain how we got to this point. (For the rest of this blog, I am going to refer to 'breasts' as 'the girls' because it rolls off the tongue a little easier)

The kids & I stayed in Houston for two weeks, while Derek had to stay in Minnesota working. Now, this was the absolute longest we had ever been apart. Before this two week visit, the longest we had been apart since we got married was 5 days.

Right before I left Minnesota, I bought a new cell phone, one of the new Verizon Droid smart phones, with 7 customizable screens. I of course, had all 7 screens set up really cool after fiddling with it for a good week straight. Not too long after I got to Houston, I realized my new phone was possessed. It would randomly call people by itself, or send random text messages to people by itself. They tried to fix it, but ultimately just had to replace it. My replacement phone had all the standard 7 homescreens you get when you first buy the phone & I did not have the energy to customize them again right away.

Meanwhile, Derek had been pestering me for several days to send him a picture, you know, a picture of his girls. So, one evening, I finally gave in. I snapped a quick picture with my cell & sent it to him. (In retrospect, this was where I should have deleted the evidence.)

Well, the next day, my Dad invited me to lunch. While we were eating at Gringo's, my Dad asked about my new phone because he was contemplating getting one as well. I eagerly pulled my phone out to show off my new shiny cell phone that I loved. I was not even concerned about the picture because I was just going to show him to cool 7 homescreens. We were sitting in the middle of Gringo's, facing each other at the table, so I was holding my phone up where he could see it real well (and probably half of Gringo's too). Here comes the horrible part, because I forgot that one of the standard homescreens, that I had NOT customized yet, was a picture slideshow...a slideshow that puts your last photo taken at the start of the slideshow. So, right there in Gringo's, with who knows how many other people looking, I show my Dad the picture of the girls. This made for a very awkward finish to our lunch, but since we had not even received our food yet, I had to sit there in total embarrassment for about 30 more minutes! My poor Dad seemed just as embarrassed as I was. Don't worry though, I did ask his permission to blog about this prior to doing it.

So, the moral of my story is this: If you are going to take a X-Rated picture of yourself, delete it right away, and make sure it is a REALLY good one, because you never know when you might accidentally flash it to half a restaurant.