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Audacity of Truth
Whiner-in-Chief:
"[W]hether the grumbling is about Republicans on Fox or bloggers in pajamas, there's a word for what the president and his aides are doing. That word is "whining." And nothing [...] does more damage to Obama's credibility or authority than the sense that a popular president is becoming the whiner-in-chief."
- John Nichols, Nation Magazine - 10/12/09
Monday/24 open thread
Starting this one a little early.
I’m a gold medalist when it comes to freak accidents – today was one of those days.
I just took a dive in our parking lot here at the 8-5. It wasn’t a pretty scene. I’m the only person I know who can trip over her own feet on a totally flat surface with nothing there to trip over. Just another half an inch or so and my head would have hit the driver’s side door of a co-worker’s car. As it stands, my head ended up slightly underneath her car once my ungraceful fall completed itself.
Injury count: One scraped up left hand which I used to try and stop the fall, one sore right shoulder (the one I landed on), two very sore and scraped up knees (thank goodness I wasn’t wearing a skirt), and the right side of my face, which bears a few minor surface scratches.
On one hand, I’m glad no one was around because it was – as most one person accidents are – highly embarassing. On the other hand, if my fall had been worse, I’d have been laying out there for a bit with no one around.
Ok, now that I’ve confessed to an embarassing moment not (thankfully) caught on a camera phone, do me the honors of sharing some of your more embarassing moments with me. It might even make me feel better 
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…just another manic monday, mistress? You’ll be needing a double ‘rita with that, right?
Sounds a lot like me. (Un)fortunately, self-defense mechanisms have blocked out every instance of me tripping up on flat ground for no reason, but I’ll tell you why my left ankle is still hurting (file it under the latest reason why I don’t dance)….
Three Wednesdays ago, the morning of my sister’s wedding, I was going down the steps on the walkway between a pair of pools at Sunset Beach Resort down in Montego Bay, Jamaica. The bottom step is just a bit bigger than the rest, and naturally, I misjudged it. Flip-flops provide absolutely, positively no lateral support, so twist goes the foot, followed by the ankle. I managed to stay upright, and unlike many previous ankle-twistings, the side of my ankle didn’t even hit the ground (guess I built up enough scar tissue by now), so I didn’t draw attention to myself.
ouch, steve … that hurts just thinking about it.
Probably at least a couple of times a year my ankle goes out from underneath me -usually my right one.
Sorry to hear about the tumble ST, but happy the damage was superficial, you could have easily broken something.
I’ve done scuba diving, sky diving, full contact karate, motorcycling, and ran a race car for a brief while (before it got too expensive, you know the saying, if you want to become a millionaire racing start off as a multi-millionaire). Never broke a bone, and then I tripped and fell getting out of the damn shower one day, and broke my right elbow very badly. Hit it just perfectly to require several hours of reconstructive surgery. All that exciting stuff, and never a broken bone, then I have to break one in a way that’s not only embarrassing but doesn’t give me a good war story. Ah well…
You sure we aren’t related
?
Make mine a straight tequilla, Tango. I’ve got this round.
Well, just this past Saturday, I managed to slam my head into a car door.
MY car door.
While I was getting INTO the car.
With the window rolled DOWN.
Think that’s easy? See if you can do it. Bet you have to try to even make contact. Only the truly gifted klutzes can whack their heads hard enough to see stars and still do it effortlessly.
So if someone does see you (next time
) just tell’em you’re checking the muffler bearings! 
This didn’t hurt physically, but it was definitely embarrassing. I was bowling in a packed bowling alley – my fingers got caught in the ball and instead of rolling it down the alley, it went straight up and hit the ceiling, breaking a panel! Needless to say I was embarrassed, but it was funny…
You just knew something like this was coming….
Iraq war hampers tornado recovery
This is how Ray “Chocolate City” Nagin won re-election in New Orleans – get the MSM to blame someone else for his screwups. Heaven knows an incompetent like Kathleen Sebelius needs all the excuses she can get.
I await the coming al-AP story linking twisters in Kansas with global warming. Or tax cuts. Or the Religious Right. Or Don Imus.
I slammed the index finger of my right hand in the car door so tight I had to get the keys back out of my right pocket with my left hand to unlock the door. In the parking lot of a McDonalds full of people. Bill
Severian – I hope my first (confirmed) broken bone doesn’t happen that way.
Great White – that’s easy, unless you have a Subaru.
T-minus 33 minutes (give or take some time) to the ChiCom/Rooskie revenge on CTU, and Blogs4Bauer is MIA.
Well, Sis, I would oblige you, but I’ve simply never had any embarrassing moments!
And you know that I’m telling the truth, because, as I have always told my darling bride, men never lie to women.
So we returned from California (to the Philly suburbs) on New Year’s Eve around 9 p.m. Friends in the neighborhood had invited us over to see the New Year in, because they knew we’d be three hours behind and therefore less exhausted than we might otherwise be from our travel. We did a lot of in’s and out’s from the car, which was parked outside the garage, bringing in suitcases and such, and then took a little breather of ten minutes or so to collect our thoughts and our children before heading over to the friends’ house.
When we were ready to go, I grabbed the bottle of wine and the plate of whatever appetizer we’d managed to have on hand and headed out into the garage toward the driveway, thinking, “Gee, it’s awfully dark out there; so-and-so’s porch light must be burned out.” (Our neighborhood has no street lights, but probably it should have been a clue to me that I couldn’t even see gradations of dark.) And WHAM! I walked right into the now-closed garage door, driving the frames of my glasses into my face, ultimately giving myself a bloody nose, a black eye, and a dent in the bridge of my nose that’s still perfectly visible five months later. Sigh…
And that’s the honest truth.
Nooo! They shot Milo!
I missed the first half hour, dang it.
Why do they want Jack’s nephew?
Gramps Bauer wanted Josh in exchange for working for the ChiComs.
Ahh! Ok, thanks.
Appreciate the input, ya’ll – now I don’t feel so alone
“On one hand, I’m glad no one was around because it was – as most one person accidents are – highly embarassing.”
ST-The security cam video of your mishap will be on youtube soon if it isn’t already there. No longer do we have the right to privacy. It’s gone for good.
We kidd….get well…..
45 years ago I went to a frat party and had too much to drink (hapened no more than once a week) I was so drunk that i opened the hood of my Daddy’s car to drive sitting on the engine block. My girl got some of my brothers to get me out of the engine and into the back sat. She drove us to her house and after puking 3 times in her garden I drove to my home. Got home just in time for Daddy to say well good now let us go work in the yard. My action was not taped but Monday night at the meeting several brothers managed to work into the discussion what a horses as* brother Stanton was. It was not a fun meeting for me.
I did a lot of things when I was young that were very shameful or embarassing.
The Girl married me in 1966 so it could not have been as bad as everone said. We are still married and grandparents. Wanna see pica of myh grankids?
Whoa, I’m sorry you took a spill Siser, but don’t feel rained on, I can trip on a grain of sand.
I even managed to fall out of a rolling chair on my job when I was a receptionist at a Dr.’s office.
Well, I’m glad that me and my fiance are not the only ones who are accident prone!!! It happens to us on a daily basis and the day just would not be complete unless we did something screwy!
I still remember back in high school, I was walking into my morning science class, it had lab stations with sliding doors along the wall. I had on my ultra cool flight jacket, with pens in the pockets on the left shoulder. I was walking along, and looked to my right at this girl I always thought was cute, she was bending over in her desk putting books away, and looked up and smiled at me. I smiled back, thinking I looked uber-cool, and just then the pens in the sleeve pocket caught on one of the lab station doors, and I took an immediate hard left, pivoting around the pens, into the wall face first. Talk about embarrassing! She was undoubtedly pleased at the effect she had on me, but I was completely mortified.
ST, there is a movie sequel waiting for you. When you are rich and famous, will you remember us?
Last week, my sister stuck the gas nozzle into her car’s filler neck, then realized she’d left her credit card on the car seat. Rather than remove the nozzle, she tried to step over the hose and wound up much ike you, ST. Skinned knees and banged up shoulder. I suggested she limbo under it next time instead of trying to hop over it.
My own most embarrassing incident came shortly after graduating HS. A hot, July evening on a double date in my ‘55 Chevy with no AC. Parked in front of my date’s home, I opened the driver’s door for some air circulation, then with my left thumb, I pressed the little button on the door opening to kill the dome light. The four of us sat there talking awhile, then my date decided she was sleepy and laid her head on my thigh. I don’t remember exactly why, but I then reached across with my right hand, grasped the door handle and slammed the car door on my own left thumb that was still holding the dome light button closed!
I’ve never lived down that bonehead action! Luckily, my buddy who witnessed it now lives 2000 miles away from me, so I don’t get ribbed too often.
Hope you are OK, ST. On another note, a friend of mine in the Queen City said he caught video of some blond tripping over air
Embarrassing, eh? Hmm, how about the time in 7th grade when I got a massive nose bleed in front of this 8th grader I had a crush on? Does that qualify?
Could have been worse Bachbone. I once watched a pair of idiots stick a gas nozzle into the filler for the oil tank for the dry sump system on a Porsche 911 and put about half a gallon of gas into the oil, then drive off. Bet that was an expensive mistake.
I guess I will post this here in Monday’s open thread.
Edwards Discusses Time at Hedge Fund
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I am sorry but this man is competely delusional. How could you vote for a man like this. He took the job cuz the offered him BIG BUCKS. He is such a door knob. – Lorica
Wow, isn’t that like being a prostitute to understand chastity?