When I was a kid living in Alaska I used to get into trouble alot. I was pretty rambunctious and was very lackadaisical. I think I visited the emergency room in 3 separate incidences. The first one was pretty traumatic. I was at a cub scout meeting and I sat down on my knees and glass went through my kneecap. The weird thing is that I didn't really feel any pain, but when I saw that piece of glass in my knee I then proceeded to wail. After getting stiched up in the ER I went home, traumatized by the stitching experience - I could feel the needle every time they brought it in. The next time I was at home and my dad's pocket knife was on his dresser. I proceeded to open and close it, not knowing that there was a spring action on it. The knife flipped back and I cut my middle finger across the center of it. I was bleeding all over the place. My dad was on his computer and I was like "I cut myself". "Go get a band-aid". Mom walks in and I believe dad got an earful about not paying attention. This time they stitched it up again and put my middle finger in a splint. It looked like I was flipping everyone off, but since I was so young I never got the joke. The third time has to be listed on one of life's most embarrassing moments, of which I shall share with you dear reader. We were in the process of moving to Texas and we had tons of boxes stacked up in the living room. I took it upon myself to climb to the top of the boxes and see how high I could get. We also had a large wooden bookshelf that I was steadying myself on. Well, when I grabbed the bookshelf it wasn't stable and the whole thing comes crashing down on me. It sounded like a freight train. Mom comes rushing in to the room and I am holding my new wound. Apparently the object of this incident was to cut my, how shall I say it? wee wee. It was bleeding and mom didn't have the car to take me to the emergency room. So she found a neighbor to take us. All the while she embarrassed me by telling the whole world how I had hurt my wee wee. So we got to the ER and everybody in the waiting room got to hear how I hurt my wee wee. Then the doctor did as well. Thank God I didn't need stitches. They gave me some ointment and I was told not to go swimming. After those moments I can safely say my wee wee did survive. My hubris, well that's another story. What was your most embarrassing moment?

Thought of the Day
"It's amazing how many beautiful women live in New York. I actually find it kind of intimidating."
"Well, you're just as pretty as any of them. You just need a nose job."
- Audrey and Kramer, in "The Nose Job"