Embarrassing stories that are still told in your family?

[TrickyBob]

Anyone have any?

My Dad won't take me to buffets any longer because I only eat 1 tiny plate of food and 1 glass of whatever to drink. The reason? I was about 8 years old and we were at an Old Country Buffet, which was typical for Saturday night, and I kept stuffing my face and drinking tons of chocolate milk. I tossed my cookies ALL over the dinner table. My Dad said he still remembers the look of the poor waiter who had to clean it up, he said the poor kid looked like he was going to lose it himself or cry. My Dad left my Mom to deal with my brothers and the waiter and he took me outside. 

It's been about 15 years and every single time we have to go to a buffet the story comes up. 


I'm still mortified by it. 

[jane6672]

I ate gum off the sidewalk.

Derp derp.

[Kristinmo]

I spilled water on my dad's lap on an airplane. He always tells my DH to wear a raincoat to sit next to me.

[CheshireGrin]

Not a story, but my parents and brother still call me by a childhood nickname, which was actually my brother's inability to pronounce my real name when I was a baby.

[game blouses]

I won 1st place in my elementary school writing contest every year, except for one year. I was so arrogant that I didn't listen to the names and marched on stage anyway. It was exactly the scene from Zoolander. My parents thought it was hilarious. I was mortified.

My mom told that story to DH when he took them out to dinner to talk about proposing to me. Thanks, Mom.

[Deleted]

My mom and brothers just like to tell everyone that I was in love with JTT, apparently thought i was the next mariah carey, and made out with walls. And I mean they tell EVERYONE.

[ginandjucie24]

My Mom got banned from a laundry mat because my sisters and I were sticking our hands up the bubble gum dispensers trying to get free gum and my arm got stuck. The fire department was called the had to cover me with a swat team shield and bust the machine open with an axe to get my arm out.
When we drive by the laundry mat we just bust up laughing.
It's been 20+ years and my mom has never gone back there. She was so embarrassed

[wildfloweragain]

My mom makes up untrue stories about me and tells them over and over. I'm not sure why. I gave them enough fodder for the true stories, which she also tells.
...sent from my Jedi mind

[mbcdefg]

My sister woke me up really early one morning to tell me that there was something scary in the pantry that was sprouting something.

It was a turnip.

[TrickyBob]

I had a tennis instructor who couldn't read his own hand writing, he called me "whoie" (who-e) the entire 6 week duration.

My Dad still calls me Whoie.

Whoie is no where near what my real name is.

[Deleted]

Jun 3, 2013 18:30:24 GMT -5 CheshireGrin said:

Not a story, but my parents and brother still call me by a childhood nickname, which was actually my brother's inability to pronounce my real name when I was a baby.

We still call my sister Sa because that's what I called her when I was little. I couldn't say Theresa so I just called her Sa. 

[panicked]

I was pushing the cart at the grocery store when I was in my early teens. Something caught my eye and I didn't look where I was going. I ran straight into a display of Polaner's All-Fruit jelly. Crashing jars, sticky jelly, glass everywhere. I ran out of the store and bawled in the car. Anytime someone sees a jar of jelly, it gets brought up.

[TrickyBob]

Jun 3, 2013 18:39:04 GMT -5 loonylunalovegood said:

I could burp my ABCs. My mom loves it, she got me to do it all the time. She still brings it up and tries to get me to do it again.

I did a lot of embarrassing things as kid that they all love to rehash often.

That's what my brother preformed for his 6th grade Christmas show at school; his teacher thought it was hilarious and gave my parent's a copy of the show. 

I could play the recorder with my nose. I was a strange kid, lol. 

[snickers]

My friend and I went trick or treating in August, without costumes, at 5 PM. We told all of the neighbors that we were going away for Halloween, so we needed to do it that night instead. People gave us fruit snacks, gum, pop, etc. My friends mom was soooooo mad she made us return it all, but in our defense she should have been supervising us....

[fuckyourcouch]

one Thanksgiving, I really wanted to wear my Halloween costume, which was a princess dress. it was a bit long and of course I insisted on carrying the pies into the house. I tripped and put my knee directly into the pumpkin pie. never lived it down.

at t-ball when i was 4, i ran a home run backwards (i was left handed and for some reason it made sense to me). everybody likes to bring that up.

my dad works for an airline and when we flew places we were not supposed to mention being non revenue passengers (aka, don't tell anyone you work there). for whatever reason i was SO PROUD of the fact my dad worked there and always wanted to tell strangers. my mom reminded me not to, and so i asked what i should say if they asked. she assured me no one would ask but i persisted and she said, "oh jeez, just tell them he is a circus clown."
so, a little old lady sat down next to us in the terminal,and of course i blurted immediately, "my daddy is a circus clown!!" the lady sort of went along with it like it was normal until my dad walked up and she saw he is 6'5", looks like a linebacker, and was wearing a suit. she was looking at my dad with this wide eyed expression, so of course my dad asks my mom why, and she's all, "well, your daughter told her you're a circus clown." lol. my poor dad.

[angelaa73]

We used to go rugged camping every year. I would usually make a couple of friends up in the mountains and spend a lot of time "tracking" animals, bears, etc (very loosely)

One year, me and my vacay bestie were out exploring and we noticed all the colorful streamers all over the forest. We thought we would collect them and bring them back and throw a little party with the streamers.

S we took like hundreds of them. For like a mile. My dad ( and the rangers!!!) were so fucking pissed. They were tagging trees.. I think for fire abatement??

Oops...

But most importantly, who lets a 9 yr old wander around alone for miles with a whistle , small knife, compass and a canteen?

[Kit]

I ruined Christmas eve once by telling everyone, similar aged cousins included that the Santa that had just arrived to our house was actually uncle mike because they had the same shoes.



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[amberlyrose]

I called 911 because my bff told me that her mom said to call it when there was a problem. I think I was about 3 or 4?
The cops showed up while my parents had friends over, and I decided to hide in between some couch cushions because they'd never find me there. Haha. Their friends like to bring this one up more than my parents.

[smiley]

My grandpa likes to bring up the fact that I walked my whole ballet group off the stage rather than behind stage. I was like 3 and he still talks about it like it was yesterday.

[bigang]

I was trying to imitate the crane kick move from the Karate Kid (you know, hands above your head, one leg up, and jump/kick) on my grandma's bed and I broke it. The mattress crashed down through it's supports.

I was in a dance recital and was wearing a hoodie until right before it was our turn to dance. Just before the music started, I looked down and noticed that my leotard was on backwards. I yelled "nobody look at my boobies!" went running off stage.

Last one (I think...)

My dad was videotaping me showing off while I was on the monkey bars pretending to be an Olympic gymnast. I did the most glorious dismount EVAH and start humming the Olympics theme song and waving to the camera. You can hear my sister giggling in the background and she yells "Hey, Mary Lou! That's the 'Dallas' theme song, ya dummy!" So now every year when the Olympics come on, there are many Dallas references made.

[hisno1girl]

Yes, several. This is my favorite one:

When I was in the third grade, I got to bring home the class pet (a rooster) over the summer.  This bird was used to getting fed by kids so my mother said we shouldn't eat in front of him because he'll try and take our food.  My younger sister was eating a PB&J and my rooster (George) started pecking at her. She got up and ran, and George chased her.  My sister was screaming bloody murder and running all over the yard, my mother was yelling at her in Spanish to stop running, my Dad was chasing my sister to pick her up and I was rolling around on the sidewalk laughing at my sister for being scared of the rooster and then I got in trouble for laughing at my little sister.

[fuckyourcouch]

oh, here's another one my mom always brings up:

the first day of preschool, i DID NOT want to go. nope, not happening. so my mom told me that the whole class was just waiting for me to show up and their day would be ruined if i wouldn't go. so as soon as we get there, i go running into the classroom and yell, "I'M HERE, KIDS!!"
...nobody cared. lol

[Dusky]

When I was in my early teens I was at a restaurant and a friend was teasing me about my surname, which I happened to be rather passionate about. I stood up and declared "I'm proud of my name" while gesturing to myself, but my mother shushed me mid-sentence. To other people in the restaurant it looked like I stood up and loudly expressed my pride in my boobs.

My mother tells that one all the time.

ETA: One that gets retold on my mother.

My mom used to think it was funny to harass me whenever we were in a public restroom.  Generally, she'd try to kick my feet under the stall door, I'd fuss, she'd laugh, and that would be the end of it.  One day she accidentally got the wrong stall.  Apparently she tried to kick the person's shoes a few times, and when that didn't get a response she resorted to more aggravating tactics.  I walked out of my stall just in time to see her flick water off her fingers over the top of the stall door and say "It's raining!  It's raining!"  Mom noticed me about the same time the lady in the stall finally yelled at her.   Her expression when she realized she had the wrong stall was hysterical.  "Oh god!  That's not you!"  Her attempts to apologize to the lady were almost as funny.

[Stingyshark]

Jun 3, 2013 18:52:22 GMT -5 bigang said:

I was trying to imitate the crane kick move from the Karate Kid (you know, hands above your head, one leg up, and jump/kick) on my grandma's bed and I broke it. The mattress crashed down through it's supports.

I was in a dance recital and was wearing a hoodie until right before it was our turn to dance. Just before the music started, I looked down and noticed that my leotard was on backwards. I yelled "nobody look at my boobies!" went running off stage.

Last one (I think...)

My dad was videotaping me showing off while I was on the monkey bars pretending to be an Olympic gymnast. I did the most glorious dismount EVAH and start humming the Olympics theme song and waving to the camera. You can hear my sister giggling in the background and she yells "Hey, Mary Lou! That's the 'Dallas' theme song, ya dummy!" So now every year when the Olympics come on, there are many Dallas references made.

I'm laughing so hard I can't breath. MH is on the couch going, "are you laughing?" "Are you laughing or crying?" 

[midnightrae]

When I was little, I was so scared of the garbage man that I would hide in the closet and pee myself. 
When I was a little older, I would wait outside for the garbage man and then wave and say hi to him.

[litebright]

It's not a particular story per se, but I don't think I will ever lose my reputation as a crappy cook. Nevermind that the incidents that spurred most of it were in grade school (when I was trying to be helpful and cook dinner, and served a cabbage salad because I thought it was lettuce) or high school (when I burned four grilled cheese sandwiches at the same time while talking on the phone). My DH's family thinks I am a fantastic cook and baker because they have no idea about these stories, but I feel like my own family still has them in the back of their minds.

I don't think my sister will ever lose her rep as a terrible tantrum child. My parents still talk about how the only thing that would calm her was holding her practically upside down so she could stare at the carpet, and they joked that she would become a carpet salesperson, and they called her Crabby firstname McCreedy. Now she has a toddler DD who also has terrible tantrums, so the stories are all getting rehashed, much to her joy.

[Deleted]

My mom also likes to tell people about the time I tried to woo a boy by sewing his backpack with grass.

When I was in grade 3 I was waiting at the bus stop and there was a kid that was a bit of a trouble maker getting into a fight with another kid. The trouble maker ended up with a ripped backpack and he was SO upset about it, so thinking I would save the day (!) I invited him to my house and told him that my mom would fix it for him. We got to my house and my mom was all " kid, we don't even OWN thread", so then I was all "fuck yeah, I'm gonna be like Swiss family Robinson and fix it with GRASS".

So I sewed the bully's backpack together with grass. He was just like "umm. Ok. Thanks...."

[VeryViolet]

My sister loves to tell anyone who will listen about my goth phase. I want to smack her everytime because it coincides with my most awkward middle school years and I die inside when I think about it.

[TrickyBob]

I was in 4th grade and we were making a coffee cake for some reason. Well the teacher misread the ingredients and bought coffee grounds, not instant coffee. I didn't know the difference at that age, so we baked them and he had us set them in the back of the room because he realized the problem. Well I memorized that recipe and went home and told my parent's ALL about this awesome cake we made and I asked for coffee grounds. They let me proceed with this cake and bless my parent's heart - they ate coffee ground cake. I still remember how crunchy it was, LOL!

Next day at school my teacher told us the problem and we remade them, with instant coffee.

I'm a pretty good baker now and I still get teased about my coffee ground cake.

[birdistheword]

For our fifth grade D.A.R.E graduation, we had an essay contest where one kid in every class would be chosen to read their essay aloud. I won, and the day of the graduation I had a horrible migraine. I went up on stage, read my essay flawlessly, and then proceeded to projectile vomit off the stage. The funny thing is that I was less embarrassed about throwing up, and more offended that everyone thought I threw up from nerves. For some reason I was pissed that people thought I had stage fright, lol. That story was brought up by friends and classmates, and my family, until the day I graduated high school.