If you think about it, we are intrigued by stories – whether real or fictional. We flock to the theaters to be entertained, we pick up a novel to pass our free time, and how do we spend our time with friends and family? …. telling stories!
Our lives are stories – just some are a little more entertaining than some. Is it because of the story? Or is it in the way the person relates the story? Usually in my case, it’s the STORY. And because my children are witnesses to the “story”, they are stories that will forever be brought up in conversations with visitors. “Mom, remember when you couldn’t find Caitlyn?” or “Mom, remember when you got that ticket?” And the most recent request of storytelling is “Mom, tell your friend about my birthday cake.”
It really isn’t that big of a story to tell, and I don’t know why my 7-year-old finds such pleasure in watching me back pedal, and altogether shudder, at the sound of the incident of two weeks ago. I mean, I was just baking a special birthday cake for my oldest on her 7th birthday. Her only request was that it be chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. A simple request from her, but with me visualizing amazing results. Of course it would be chocolate. But it would be so much better than any grocery story cake – especially since I would see to it that the frosting ratio to cake would be 100:1… at least.
Little did I know that the more frosting one spreads in between the layers of cake…
….the more it tends to slide…
…In separate directions.
Apparently, the princesses reached the weight capacity of the chocolate birthday cake. I’m sure it had nothing to do with my ”over-zealousness” to apply the homemade frosting!
So, if you’re one who loves to hear, tell, or write stories, you won’t want to miss out on a local Conference taking place March 8-10, 2012! (in SLC, UT) 
Workshops and performances by award-winning storytellers, performers and speakers, will help you explore ways to use the power of story in your home. You’ll be able to record your own story, start on some research to learn more about your family’s history, get started on a blog and learn how to tell your story through social media. Sponsored by FamilySearch and CherishBound, this event will prove to be not only entertaining, but inspiring as well!
You’ll want to register for your tickets soon to be secured a spot, but before you do that, try your luck here at winning a
FULL EVENT TICKET FREE!
**To enter this giveaway, you must leave a comment here telling me your most embarrassing moment. hee hee 
(I won’t tell anyone…)
For extra entries,
* “Like” the Story@Home Facebook page
* Tweet about this Conference and/or this giveaway
* Update your Facebook status about the Conference/giveaway
* Blog about the Story@Home Conference and/or this giveaway
Giveaway will end Saturday, January 21st at Midnight MST, at which time the winner will be randomly selected and contacted via email.
This giveaway is closed – random.org chose # 3 as the lucky winner.
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My family moved to Utah when I was 14. Being the creative soul I was, I decided to send a video letter to one of my friends. My brother obliged me by driving me around town to record various landmarks. The video was going swimmingly until I got the bright idea to swing by the house of Kyle, my big 9th grade crush.
Side note: 16-year-old boys are cruel. I KNOW. Who would’ve thought?
My plan was to drive by and make giggly comments while filming his house. So mature, right? Instead, as soon as we got there, my brother stopped the car and told me to get out. Not surprisingly, I refused, until he threatened to lay on the car horn until someone came out of the house. As soon as I got out of the car, he locked the doors.
So there I stood, yelling at my brother, pounding on the car, when it happened.
The garage door opened, and out pulled a car. A brown sedan, if I remember correctly, with Kyle’s brother at the wheel…and Kyle in the passenger seat. Kyle looked at me questioningly as they drove past, but they didn’t stop.
My brother unlocked the doors and we drove home in silence. Kyle never said anything about the incident, and I told myself it all worked out for the best because his head was shaped like an egg anyway.
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And I tweeted. Mostly because I’m narcissistic and think everyone should read everything I write.
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And I liked their page, because duh, that’s easy and I’m all about lazy entries.
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I was at a baby blessing at a local church. We had arrived early so that I could feed my baby before the meeting started. We set our stuff on one bench to save seats and then my husband sat down on another one. I went off to feed the baby. When I came back, I passed the baby off to her dad. As I leaned over the bench to grab the diaper bag, I felt a breeze around my legs. I looked down to see that my skirt had fallen to the floor and I had NO slip on. I quickly pulled it up as I looked around to see if anyone had seen. There were several people looking at me. The only good thing about it was that it was not at my church house! Someone asked me a couple of years ago when we were there visiting if I wore slips now when I wore skirts. I still don’t.
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Are you ready?
When I was in high school I drove and LTD Landau. It required that occasionally, I get under the hood and cut the radiator hose and reattach it.
So…while out driving (along I-215), my car decided there was no better time than right then.
I got out.
Opened the hood.
Cut the hose.
Only this time, the hose would not reattach–after all, you can only do so much cutting before something becomes too short.
It was the mid-1980s. I’m sure cell phones were around, however, I wasn’t the rich kid in this story.
I determined I would need to go and get help. Instead of walking along the perimeter road I was on, I elected to walk up the bank, climb over a giant chained link fence (think what rests behind the umpire in baseball) and flag someone down on the freeway.
All was going well. Up the bank. At the top of the fence.
Here’s where it went all wrong.
ALL WRONG.
I had probably watched too much of the A-Team because I decided to go head first over the fence and flip myself over to my feet. It would save a little bit of work.
So, I pointed my head down. I flipped.
The fence obliged, taking the front of my shirt, along with my bra as ransom and pinning me against the fence like a crucified Jesus.
With full frontal, my “headlights” met the on coming traffic on I-215 during rush hour traffic.
Folks honked!
Folks gawked.
I was pinned and mortified by my nudity.
Finally, two young men stopped to help. There was horror as they climbed the fence–coming up under my bosom–to rescue me.
They helped me get a new hose and replaced it for me.
Thankfully, not one of us brought up how we met or how I came to be in that predicament.
and that…that is my. most. embarrassing moment…EVER!
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Liked STory@home on FB
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Most of my embarrassing moments are times I have left a child behind, either at the church, Disneyland, the mall, etc. The worse thing about it is, just like you said, the kids won’t ever let you forget your blunder! Wish I could have a bite of that cake with 100-1 frosting ratio!
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Oh! I shared it on FB, too. Silly me!
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1. When you put that much frosting in between layers you have to refrigerate first. I have learned that one from experience as well.
2. Hmm. Well, the moment that comes to mind is the time that I lost my shoe. It was a flip flop. I pulled my foot into the car, it must have fallen off on the way in, but I didn’t notice. So, when I did get to Cougar Stadium and realized it was gone, I really had no choice but to walk through the entire stadium with one shoe off and one shoe on. My sister still makes fun of me for that one.
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And I liked their page on FB
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I liked them on FB….now I’m thinking of an embarassing moment…I can’t decided which on e to share.
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Oh my, most embarassing moment…I think it would have to have been at my wedding…when I had to throw my bridal bouquet 3 times before I got it right
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I like their facebook page
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