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Can you imagine me being here? OMG its so embarrassing..
Do they really think I was doing something I shouldn't?...
Let me tell you what happened.. there I was walking along the street and my top rode up..yes really ....could I help it if some guy decided at that moment to grab me and try to fondle me just as the police car was passing ..before I knew what was happening
I was bundled in to the car before I could explain and bought here...I am trying to tell them..
I really was just on my way to a formal showing of this new outfit * Rashlee *from ~YoUnique Couture~ Yes I'm telling them if they don't believe me they can check it out at the~ Unik Event~ starting Oct. 7th till the 28th
I tell them all LM's
to the event and YoUnique Couture will be below,and that this will fit most bodies like Maitreya, Legacy,
Kupra as always if you are unsure please try on a demo.
Think they are starting to believe me Phew!!
YoUnique Couture Eshlee Jeans/w/chain/Fellish Belt(not Shown)
YoUnique couture Farahh Black Sleeves/Rashlee Top
YoUnique Couture LynPro Ankle Boots
Stealthic Hair Surge
Maitreya Body Tweaked by me
Lelutka Head Avalon
Event:
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YoUnique Couture Main Store:
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Market Place: marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/167562
Pose used:
Synnergy/Mugshot
Due to the embarrassing situation surrounding this picture we bring you this picture.
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I'm almost embarrassed to post this. One thing I pride on is shooting inventive, creative, new shots of places people don't typically see. Anyone with 4 1/2 seconds to spare can do a search for Neuschwanstein and find umteen million shots with the exact vantage point.
BUT, it's one of those things... when in Germany... photograph Neuschwanstein.
So like Sarah Schoo and probably many of my other friends on here, I figured out where the road up to this point was at 5:50am this morning. Got out at -1C ran up on that icy bridge that spans that 200'+ drop, and did my shot of this moments before the sun came over the hilltop and fully illuminated this. I was out of here by 7am because....
I had to head to Munich for Oktoberfest.
But that's another story, and now I can't get this song out of my head. Imagine 5000 people singing this inside the Paulaner tent.
But part of THIS story is I left my work area at around 2pm yesterday. Didn't check out of my hotel, just left it. Got to Munich at 8pm, walked inside the Oktoberfest grounds, just to know where they were, and then kept driving south. At 10pm, I finally found this darn castle, illuminated up on the hill. I kept driving, accidentally* into Austria for a few minutes, and then finally found a really cool old church near the base of this castle to prop my seat back and fall asleep for a few hours. That was, of course, until the cops showed up and asked what I was doing. I told them napping, they inspected my car, and let me sleep. I had to start my car about 4 times, just to thaw out. It got to about 31°F last night, so I probably spent half a tank on that.
Anyway, here's my version of Neuschwanstein. Tomorrow....... home.
sometimes i experiment with cropping my photos into squares; sometimes the result pleases me. i love these neon signs, and really loving how this astia sim looks at night. i’m always trying to catch the smokers out on a break from their machines, but they’re a paranoid lot.
I'm embarrassed to admit I have only read one of the books in the Chronicles of Narnia, and it was back when I was in 6th grade. Even worse, I thought THAT was the first book in the series. Seems I have a grand reading adventure ahead of me in the next few months. We'll see how it goes...!
Theme: I'd Rather Be Reading
Year Fifteen Of My 365 Project
Me Dad and the Fire Breathing Dragon I think I was about 5 when this was taken, Dad loved airplanes he went to Pearl Harbor at the beginning of the war, Hickman Field, stayed until the war ended, kept aircraft flying. A friend of his purchased this war bird after conflicts ended, he invited me and Dad to go fly with him, Dad was excited and talked it up to me, I was all ready, the day arrived and we went out to the small air strip in West Texas, I was hyped, had my picture made with Dad, got down and went to stand next to my mother, Dad and his friend pre flighted the plane, I watched, Dad came over to get me about the time the plane went bang fire and smoke shot out of the exhaust I screamed like a banshee and held on to my Mother while Dad tried to coax me in the plane, you could hear me scream noooo over the engine noise, I survived, Mom laughed but I embarrassed Dad. I got over it though!
The stubbies were Olympia (empty); the cigs menthol (I didn't inhale!); and the poodle was named Twiggy. It was deep in the 70s and I was 11 (my brother was 14ish). I continue to read Mental Floss because it embodies all things good.
--Joe from Iowa
totally embarrassing in three seconds? :-)
― Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid
tryon palace garden, new bern, north carolina
Slightly embarrassing tripod-and-self-timer shot taken in the yard of Lawrence Hill depot on Monday 5th January 1976. Instinctively hostile ...even at this tender age... to any form of change, I had clung to my black Tilling Group uniform until it had almost disintegrated into tatters about me. By now I had, most resentfully, espoused the graceless, Americanised NBC issue. Albeit that the occasion was a night of midwinter, I was wearing the bum-freezer summer jacket. Perhaps I didn't feel the cold as much in those days.
The days of the leathern satchel and Setright backplate were numbered. OMO was coming in fast and, with its perpetual staff shortage, the company was eager to train up conductors as drivers, even complete novices like myself, who had never ventured onto the public highway except on a bicycle. Not long after this my District Traffic Superintendent, Albert Bratchell, a nice, mild-mannered company man of the old school, came up to me as I was paying in my takings and said, "When're you going up the driving school, then?" The rest is history. By April I was "up the school" and I think I "passed out" early in May. Life was full of new impressions and, for a while, I enjoyed the rare and fugitive experience of liking my job. I think this is why my mind retains so few impressions of the "summer of the century", which was then just beginning. I never had to pay for driving lessons and I avoided the six-month waiting list for a test to which ordinary mortals were subjected at the time.
The bus was one of the first production batch of FLFs, no. C7004. The FLF type was still intact, but five months later this vehicle would be among the first withdrawn. Actually all that early batch, the HHYs, were sheds, and I was glad to see them go. Note the Littlewoods ad. The National Lottery killed the pools stone dead.
Poor little Anole was blowing back and forth, clinging to the top of this Mountain Mint with all its might!
It was on the hunt for lunch, but the strong breeze kinda got in the way, and it never got to show off its Master Hunting Skills which I'm sure would have been most impressive.
** Seen in The Children's Garden at Dauset Trails Nature Center.
Purakaunui Falls, the most photographed New Zealand waterfall, is located in the heart of the Catlins forest, southern South Island of New Zealand.
Embarrassing, why I did not take a better shot, using a long exposure. Having no tripod is not excuse... Well, sometimes I just prefer to enjoy the scenery rather than concentrate on photography.
Southern Scenic Route.
I feel distinctly embarrassed sometimes having to seek ID help with what is probably a fairly common bird, this time a duck it I freely admit, this is not my area of expertise. Thanks to Eleanor Dilley for the ID as a Hardhead which Dave Nice also confirmed on an earlier shot on the same lake.
Despite many signs with photos of the birdlife around Lake Eden, at North Lakes north (of course) of Brisbane, this brown duck was just not featured.
Anyway, it was well into its stride when I caught it, mind set on something out of shot.
If you know as little about birds and ducks as I do, you can read about them here.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hardhead
P.S If anyone is stuck with ID's on railways, give me a shout!!! Don't rush me now.
Ive been reading Bridget Jones Diary and aside from making me remember all the millions of trillions of embarrassing incidents ive had I've decided I could SO give bridget a run for her money...
25th October 2009.
Funny looks at supermarket 1(buying 3 packs of cotton wool some glue and orange juice). Amount of time spent making shoddy looking cloud - 40mins. Amount of time spent prying into unknown boys life via friend for other friend - 20mins(v. successful). Number of things successfully done- 1.(cleared tinfoil from mine and Ali's failed photo attempt on windows yesterday..) Number of things planned to do- 5.Funny looks while walking to and from taking photo - 6. Amount of times cursed while jumping around ontop of hill - 200 (feels like). Clouds lost 1. Clouds found 1. Freak Storms 1.
Soooo i was muchos proud of my idea for today until it had an epic fail and i got caught in a storm that appeared out of no where. I plan on doing said idea another day when am not at risk of being swept away in a manner Mary Poppins would die of shame from. Hate this. Hate the fail in the comments as I was in the middle of a rain cloud. Hate 365. Hate weather. Hate mother nature. Wish I had taken a picture of my feet, nice and cosy at home, Mmmm.
Saw neighbours peering out of their windows into the storm where rather soaking looking girl in dress carrying cloud, large bag and wearing summer dress was stomping home(i.e Me). Am well on way to target of all neighbours holding a meeting to send crazy eccentric teenager to mental asylum. Going to bed to read about Brigets life and hoping hers gets much worse to make me feel better. Might kick cats out of bed to assure not woken up by night time lawn mowing noises (very loud purring).
Oh and on a change of topic thank you very much for the comments yesterday, I really really appreciate them especially while Im having an internal paddy about my photography. You guys are the best :)
makes this photo look much better than it is, although still highly pants. :)
In retrospect, I'm certainly embarrassed that I hadn't realized there was a state park here.
New Years Eve 2023, I was racing the sunset down the Kennebec River after a few small river lighthouses, then trying to find a place to park the car. All of the coastal area in Phippsburg is private beach or vacation homes with no trespassing signs, making it nearly impossible to get a view like this, although now that I'm looking at the map I think I may have missed public parking lot.
The clouds were low and thick, with the sun funneling between them and the surface of the sea. A few minutes prior, the side of Seguin Island had been lit up orange for a short moment, and I was becoming exasperated as the more intense colors flew past, with nowhere to safely leave the car. I finally discarded any fear of a ticket, parking along the road under a NO PARKING sign. Digging frantically through the cases in the trunk, I mounted the 200-500mm lens on the body and slapped it on the tripod before darting for a small gap in the dune fence. In my rush I hadn't noticed that where the slats had been removed, the wire was still there. I hit the tripwire, going down. My body was thankful it was mostly sand, but there's no way I didn't get grains inside the lens. I don't think I stopped moving to pick myself up and my rig up, before running through the brush onto the beach and setting up in the harder wet sand. There were two families walking in the surf, hundreds of yards away, nobody to witness my clumsy break-in to their private beach. The best colors were gone buy a few minutes, but I still feel like I'm right there when I look at this photo set. It means the world to me.
I did use Lightroom to remove three blurry people from the beach.
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Taken for Macro Mondays, this week's theme: Embarrassing.
I've had this guitar in my possession for some time now... one of my best friends gave it to me and I still haven't learned to play. It's embarrassing.
“Embarrassed”
Headed out on my days off from the gallery to take Foxy for a hike and shoot sunset. I have done a ton of hiking in the North Cascades, literally thousands of miles. I am embarrassed to say I had never done this hike before! What! How can that be? Did I think I had already done it? I don’t think so. In my mind are there just too many other good hikes in the area to return to? I am not sure how something like this can happen. I am perplexed. Or maybe the universe just wanted me to hold off to hike it at this time, in this moment, so I could have this experience. I will go with that, as Foxy and I had a truly magical experience. I loved the hike up through the Old Growth Forest, then breaking out into meadows, then hiking around the summit to come up the backside to discover a 360 view. (For now, this hike must remain unnamed, sorry) Then a beautiful night hike out! … I will certainly be back to shoot this again and again. A little earlier in the summer when wildflowers are out, as it looked like there was a ton, and again in the fall when the blueberries turn color. Whatever the reason this was not on my radar before it sure is now, and I cannot wait to do it again. Thank you so much for looking.
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This was almost very embarrassing, I felt the wind get up just as the shutter went and thought to myself what a wonderful world. Or OMG that was close.
Todays bit of me time. Not done anything with my hair as it had gone curly and didn't look to bad.
I get called the rock star at work now when when people are trying to describe be. Could be worse.
I'm embarrassed to admit that this is the first time I've actually been up to Bamburgh with the camera!
Not the best time in lots of ways, particularly with the low tide and light direction at this time of year but at least its a start!
I will be back!!
I don’t get embarrassed much anymore at my age. A psychologist might tell me that is because I have lowered my expectations of myself.
But I did feel a little uneasy a few days ago on an isolated country road. My full-time wildlife spotter and I were traversing our way alongside a large partially snow-covered field when we spotted a male and female sandhill crane stopped in a field just about 15 yards from the road.
The larger male crane was seeking to impress the uninterested female with a traditional crane mating dance, jumping high into the air, picking up some dead grass and throwing it as high as he could and just generally making a fool of himself.
He must have gotten a little discouraged the lack of response as he paused when he saw our stopped vehicle. He then left his mate and came over to the edge of the field directly in front of us. With little ado, he began a dance just for me, at least I hope it was for me.
This photo gives a pretty good view of just how enormous the wingspan is of these creatures who are now flying back to Minnesota to spend time with us.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Hugger Mugger
Part 2
We found a pub, the Ranting Raven or some such tomfoolish name,
I helped her slip off her wrap and holding it, pulled out a stool for her.
I still had the kind of feeing that one gets when having avoiding an embarrassing situation...
Ordering a pint I took a good long swig. Meanwhile My friend excused herself to the loo with a perky chirp as she patted my cheek
I watched her swish her way off, noticing that several other ‘s had also taken notice. We were both entirely overdressed for the premises and so would naturally attract the local hooligans notice, though there were one or two other handsome devils there ( aside from meself of course..lol). I also knew my flirty colleague was entirely aware that she was being watched, and I pondered if I would be leaving the pub alone..
But I was alone now for a few minutes, so I abandoned that line of thought and allowed my mind to wander back to the reception, and the reality of what I had seen that made me decide suddenly to take wing and flee the premises like a blind bat out of hell.
Blimey! was what I had uttered under my breath once I had confirmed that me eyes were not playing tricks on me as I was watching the young Grandmother as she danced so charmingly with her young lad of a grandson.
I had noticed that, although her earrings and rings were glimmering under the incandesant lighting, but nothing was rippling fire around her throat, for her neck was bare, , as barren of her fine (bloody expensive) diamond necklace as had the young brides,maid had been of her fake rhinestone one a bit earlier after dancing with the same lad.
Blimey I had thought again, had I created a monster? Had he lifted her necklace to have me do the trick for his Grandmother? I had immediately known that that was a path I did not want to follow… too many questions would have likely been asked by his Grandmother, and with my thoughts that had been conjured up the thievery that had taken place in the movie I had once seen, I did not want to risk anyone else drawing up the same conclusions... Rhinestones were one thing, real diamonds were another...!
And, What If?,...
So while I waited for my colleagues return, I let my mind play out a scene similar to that of the movie, adapting it to the circumstances of the reception venue as opposed to the movies luxury liner casino night club version
A lady’s real necklace of diamonds would have been a lure…
In my mind I envisioned a suave James Bond type( Sean Connery?) was dancing with the grandmother....
As the music wafted away he would lift her hand, kissing her jeweled fingers. “Thank you for the dance my lady” he would say, his Scottish brogue spoken words melting her heart. “ I do so apologize for being so clumsy, perhaps too many martinis?” ( shaken not stirred)
“That’s ok dear” she would twitter totally fallen under his charms as she placed her free hand to her chest, her fingers not reaching quite high enough up to discover her missing necklace.
He would look over her shoulder, “that’s your grandson over there then lass?”
As she turns her head he continues on In his richly deep accent, “a handsome lad, perhaps he would also like a dance with such a charming lady?”
My mind shook out that thought, and still not seeing my chum returning from the loo, I took a long thoughtful swig, and went to the scene I had actually witnessed, the lad dancing with his classy Grandmother. I played out what they would have been saying..
She would of course, been praising her grandson as they swept around the dance floor.
“You look very handsome me darling” the grandmother would say as she looked into his smiling cherubs face with his pink cheeks.
“And you are very pretty also Granma,” he would also say, as his arm gipped tighter the nicely feeling material of her dress.
“Thank you she would say” her hand reaching up to happily adjust her necklace as she has already several time that long day spent.
Only this time her fingers fail to find it!
She stops , her hands searching .
“What’s the matter Gram?” The lad then asks seeing her look of alarm.
“Granmas diamonds are gone!” she would answer with worry as her heart starts sinking, she would look around rapidly along the wooden planked floor.
He just smiles with that cherub’s innocence. “ Tis ok Grandma, there’s a magician here, he made Sadie’s necklace disappear and reappear. Here, he’s over at the bar, lets go find him !” he happily says as he tugs her hand.
That was the thought that had made me bloody scalp prickle, and did so again now as I thought how close I had been to being blindsided
My chum meanwhile had come out of the loo and was by my side.
“Whats up luv?” she asked seeing the look on my face.
“Nothing really.” I said, “just thinking how disappointing it twas not getting a dance in.”
“Should have cut in!” she scolded squeezing me arm, “I was actually getting bored anyhows!” she very prettily lied to me, in an effort to ease my thoughts.
I smiled and raised my glass, she did the same and we clinked them , cheering to the rest of a wonderful weekend ahead.
We drank for a couple of hours, chattering amiably amongst ourselves.
But Her wiles had failed her at the Ranting Raven, no one ever made the attempt of approaching her from the gathering of patrons, and she did not want to walk alone back to the hotel where we both were staying.. so when I said I was finished, she left the pub with me.
Then, arm in arm, We decided to take a long stroll along the waterfront.
And so I did after all, manage to get me a dance in!
It was on a pier overlooking the river that was just downhill from where we were staying…. We danced in the pool of light caste onto the wooden dock by an ancient overhead lamp.
And no! , cause I know where your minds are at my fine inquisitive friends, , there was no purloining of my dance partners necklace, though it was a pretty thing at that! But it was too raw,the timing, if you know what I mean!
But I did have an idea for a new trick for the next time I danced with a young lady sporting a similar glittery necklace!
And there is that upcoming posh Charity Ball my colleague is always doing puppy whines about never being invited to…
Fini, and Cheers to everyone
Ps
This story is based on an actual event. It was at a wedding I had attended to several fortnights ago. The situation was very similar, and I found meself deserted by cohorts and in a position preventing me from leaving. I had witnessed the antics of the lad hugging about and certain comments made by a pratty bridesmaid led me to come up with the phrase hugger mugger. In my isolation I then started to come up with the story above.
Pss
The movie I mentioned in part one is of course the French one about Arsene Lupin..
though there is also the one that stars Russian actress Svetlana Khodchenkova as a female pickpocket lifting jewels at a posh events. but I do not for the life of me remember the name, for it has escaped me.
This is just a bit too much for any respectable bird dog - and she looks suitably embarrassed - happy easter everyone
The little detail at the neck :-)
Das kleine Detail am Hals :-)
Many thanks for this great uniform from Daniel SC. www.flickr.com/photos/192260769@N08/
Herzlichen Dank für diesen wunderschönen Uniformkittel von Daniel SC.
Two key words come to mind: autodidact and embarrassed.
My embarrassment arises from the inclusion of a blade of grass in the foreground of this rushed snapshot of a Russula sp. mushroom. Let that be a lesson to you all. Don't do as I do; or you'll look a real goose.
Why am I posting an imperfect image? Because I do; all the time. This one has virtues beyond the technical. The subject is the fruiting body of a fungus reputedly mychorrhizal with eucalypt roots. Look it up. It's something we should all know. My best effort at identification puts this as Russula persanguinea.
I once had dinner with a herbarium's mycologist; a towering figure in the field. True; he's very tall. It was coincidental. He was with someone else who was the sister of someone entirely different and wasn't the person who put the wombat on the table during dessert — all of this is true; you couldn't make it up! I'm telling you all this because he taught me nothing about fungi. I've been interested in fungi for a long time — an amateur mycophagist really should be a little informed. My declaration as an autodidact is that I'm not very good at it, so don't trust my word.
Would I eat this mushroom? Not on your life! Australia's fungi are poorly described and apart from this rushed photo I examined a grand total of zero detailed properties of this mushroom. It's here because it's a pretty thing and a lesson in both what not to do and how not to poison yourself.
Life depends on your viewpoint. Some situations are more difficult to work out than others.
Candid shot in the "beer tent" at the Blackdown beer festival 2016.
I'm embarrassed that I can't remember the name of that little island out there. I think it's called Bird Island... but I am not totally sure! If I wasn't so lazy, I'd open up Google Earth to figure it out for sure. But then I know I have a lot of clever readers who can probably tell me for sure!
This was taken in Glacier National Park. I woke up around 5 AM to drive out to this lake to capture the little island in the soft morning light. I really like this area of the rockies. They seem very old and ancient to me. I spent the rest of the morning tromping through the forest, trying to find more interesting vantage points while making enough noise to scare away any grizzlies that might have been looking to get me in an interesting vantage point.
from the blog at www.stuckincustoms.com
Young and a bit embarrassed - not sure where to look or what the girlfriend will think.
Jacqueline Gold, the founder of Ann Summers died recently making the news.
The businesswoman who turned sex toys and a lingerie chain into high-street and household name died of breast cancer.
Taunton, Somerset, UK.
23/52 - self portrait challenge
dirty laundry - personal matters that could be embarrassing if made public
I love the english language and some of the wonderful expressions and sayings - so naturally this image came to pass. With the incredible growth of social networks such as facebook - an all new phenomenon has occurred, where people discuss their most intimate and private thoughts and actions.
In fact there is just no holding back anymore.
Everyone is doing it. We're not only connecting with old- friends, we acquire new ones and then proceed to share every aspect of our existence.
why?
Now, don't get me wrong, i don't mind a bit of venting and sharing, but really... do we have to show all the cracks in our personas and pray tell - what makes some people think that we want to hear it? In fact it seems that the general public who subscribe to this seem to feast on the 'dishing out' of personal information.
Maybe when we read something that reeks of scandal we feel better about ourselves and our own miserable existence.How else can one justify reality shows (amongst other things)?
Is it just me or am i being old-fashioned? i don't wish to offend anyone, just to understand why this is happening...If you don't want to particpate in my random ramblings then just enjoy this lovely image :)))))!
may tuesday rock..
ps. introducing our new cat Queen in the foreground.
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