Embarrassed

This week, The Monkey has been embarrassed on more than one occasion. Anyone who knows me in real life, knows a lot of my behavior warrants embarrassment. So here is plenty of fodder for those who wish to make fun of me.

First off--I am totally embarrassed that all week I craved fried cheese. I am not talking about cheese sticks which are breaded then baked--no I mean FRIED CHEESE CURDS. As if cheese were not bad enough--I want it dipped in grease. That is just shameful.

I am embarrassed that I bought the soundtrack to High School Musical for my cousin (who is a child), but I listened to it first --and liked it so much that I made myself a copy--and I listen to it way too much. Have you heard it? It is touted as the new "Grease". WRONG! It is like the squeaky clean, more boring, cornball version of Grease. But the music is fun--Gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha head in the game! Ok- I hate to be snarky and talk bad about anyone's dental orientation, but Kirsten for the love of Jesus.....you have tons of money.....you live in the veneer capital of the world--get some orthodontics or something. In this picture she literally has FANGS. It is disturbing on so many levels. Her eyes also look mean--like she really is a vampire. This photo of her scares the heck out of me. Plus she is dating Andy Samberg whom I love, so if it were not her fangs, I would just find something else to rip on her about. But the fangs--seriously Kirsten, this is just embarrassing.

I am also embarrassed that I plan to go see The Ballad or Legend or something of Ricky Bobby and I plan on loving it. Even though I loathe all things pace car, Indy, or Nascar--this movie looks hilarious.

This is how my dog Forrest (who loves all people of all religions) felt when he heard about the debacle that is Mel Gibson. Forrest was so embarrassed for Mel's behavior, as was most of the world.
Last but most certainly not least--I am mortified AND embarrassed about this photo I happened to run across this weekend. This photo was taken many many years ago at some sort of night club--that may or may not have been called Fritzi's and may or may not have had a room in the back with male strippers that may or may not have been known by some as the Weenie Wagon. I am not making this up people. I never went in the back room with the strippers because I went to college with most of them and they grossed me out--also I was just there for the music. The whole front of the club was for dancing--and that is what I liked to do--DANCE. I am with my friend whom we will call Jolene*--she is on the right, I am on the left and mystery man is in the middle. I look like I have a death grip on Jolene*, and I am holding her up--and she does not look happy about it. She is sure as hell rocking that vest though. The guy in the middle is a mystery to me, I swear I do not not know him--he must have been just some random guy who decided to get in the picture with us. He obviously smokes a lot and sent in 147 Kool Cigarette box tops to win that kick ass T-shirt though. Maybe he was with the band. It looks as though I am cracking up laughing in this picture--maybe I knew at the time how utterly ridiculous the whole scene was. I do remember Jolene* and I having a blast that night.

I am embarrassed of this picture for so many reason--none of which happen to be my big rock and roll hair, my high waisted shorts, nor my chiclet acrylic glamour length fingernails. No, not for any of that. Nope.

Care to share any of your embarrassing moments with me?

(* names changed to protect the innocent)

Hugs to Jolene*