TMI Blog Award… lol, this should be interesting.
The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter.
Here are the rules
Thank the person who presented you with the award.
Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in
100 250 words or less. (Based on the fact that Lauren and Teri both went over the word count, they upped it to 250.)
Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.
First, Running naked with scissors, Lizzie Cracked, has honored me with this fun award and now I get to make an arse of myself with a little more information than you probably want to know about. This is going to be fun. Thank you Lizzie! And if Lizzie is not your real name, and I should know it, forgive me for the brain infarction… I tend to forget if I ate for the day, these stupid bipolar meds!
Here’s my story – Hmmm, this may be TMI for ya… I was on a trip back from AZ to NV. If any of you traveled that route in the past, you certainly know about the traffic coming to a stop the closer you get to the dam (which is not the case anymore because of the new bridge they built bypassing the dam). I was sucking down Dr. Peppers left and right and figured I would use the restroom at the dam. No, unlucky me was sitting in traffic and the bushes were very small so everyone would see my junk. I held and held until my bladder felt like it was going to explode. I had my 2 oldest children and my youngest son (still in diapers) with me. I made my children hand me a diaper and I stuffed that bad boy down my pants in the event I could no longer hold my bladder. I was in so much pain I decided to go ahead and pee into the diaper. I figured “what the hell”, and my children were of coarse laughing hysterically at me. Let me tell you, wetting yourself is not an easy task. It is a mental thing. I could not, for the life of me… pee. I tried thinking of water running, and the dude a few cars up easily getting out to do his thing in the bushes. I couldn’t pee for anything. So here I am, a diaper sticking out of my pants, rolling up to the check point where armed people check your vehicle (since 9/11 that was procedure), as we stop, my kids are screaming “my Moms got a diaper on”, of coarse the man looks down and takes note. Very embarrassing. FINALLY we reach a porta potty at the dam and I have to RUN to it and started peeing myself as soon as I sat down. Now why couldn’t I just pee into the diaper?? I am telling you, it is mental. Give it a whirl and see if you can. HAHAHA.
I have learned many lessons Oh yes. Now I save my 44oz cups from Kingmen, that way, it a jam, i can pee into a cup. I have learned that is a much easier task, providing you have tinted windows. 🙂
So next I would like to give the award to the following:
Lawdy, who to pick?!
As always, it is hard to choose. This is a very fun award and I look forward to reading more TMI from others. Get your “fun” on. ♥