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Ten ways to embarrass your children.
1. Yelling at them in public.
2. Dressing less than fashionably.
3. Trying to be "cool".
4. Being too loud and drawing attention to yourself and them some attention.
5. Being too affectionate in public.
6. Treating them like a little kid in front of their friends.
7. Grilling their girlfriend or boyfriend.
8. Saying something stupid in front of their friends.
9. Drinking too much or doing drugs.
10. Not taking care of your body.
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Candid street shot, London 2017.
“There's nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.” ―Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys
It's really embarrassing ...I work in the same building as our local music school, My intentions was to sneak in and take some pics...never did get around to it...been so busy ..
Not much fancy about my music taste ...love all kinds of music ...nothing fancy to play music on either ...youtube is so easy ...and I can't hear the different between a B & O player and a lousy car radio...lol
A little additional info:
When you listening to music, your brain releases dopamine. It's rewarding and makes us happy :o) ...it also makes us mate searching ...lol It's the driving forces of all positively motivated actions and experiences of well being.
Music also excrete oxytocin, which increases the feeling to make social bonding and reduces stress. It helps with birth, bonding with the baby, and milk production. Is also secretes when hugging in more than 30 seconds, that's why it is called the cuddle hormone or love hormone. It has been proven, that the hormone in large quantities influence people's trust and generosity :o) Men don't have as much oxytocin as women. Science Illustrated described a case where oxytocin nasal spray morning and evening gave a man greater sex drive. The man's doctor prescribed it to improve his social skills, and it helped. After treatment both the man and his colleagues experienced, how he began to flirt with female colleagues; a behavior that was previously totally unknown....lol But in addition to providing greater sex drive hormone, it has several positive attributes of men:
amplifier orgasm, Creating yearning between lovers, Assigns strong ties to partner, Amplifier father feeling, Inspires confidence in others, reduces fear, increases erection, Prevents premature ejaculation
Sorry couldn't resist adding this...lol
Well music is powerful stuff :o) There is a lot to benefit for listening to music beside it making you happy ...or touched or sad...depending of course on your choice of music :o)
Small Group Weekly Challenge - Music
Embarrassed to say how many frames I shot with the Sony A1 as this fellow took off and flew right at me.
One of the downsides of being a chrome stormtrooper is that whenever you bend over, your underwear shows. How embarrassing.
(Making fun of the un-chromed areas on the chrome Stormies.)
A couple of Days ago when I went out to the Lanai, I found a Frog on the Sliding Kitchen Window looking in to see what was in the Kitchen Sink. One thing i immediately noticed was that the Frog had tiny suction cups on his/her toes.
I tried to catch him/her with very little luck, because he jumped to the floor of the Lanai. So I grabbed the Pool Skimmer Net and tried to scoop him/her up, but he got a way by jumping up onto the shelf of the Barbecue Grill. When I tried to scoop him off the Barbecue shelf, he immediately jumped up to the Top Track of the Sliding Doors between the Lanai and the House.
Totally Embarrassed by now, I thought maybe I ought to audition for the three Stooges.
Finally after three or four more swats with the Pool Net, I finally got him/her to the Screen door. Opening the door, I was finally able to coax him outside onto the lawn.
This was embarrassing. I had been on the bike for two hours. Add a couple of promenades, with camera. It was a warm morning, so I needed a rest. I stopped at Vasaparken. Sat down on a bench. Drank my smoothie. Took a few photos of people in the park. Jumped on the bike and pedalled away. Heard screaming. Stopped. Turned around. Realized they were screaming at me. Because I had left the camera bag on the bench. So thanks for the screaming, people at the park.
Again
This is for Advanced Photography this time instead of English Composition I. Our current project is to make performance art, and the only proof that our performance happened is through photography.
My concept is that as an adult, (I'm an aduuuuuuuult!) I am free to play with my toys as soon as I get them, and if you have something you're passionate about, don't worry so much about image. So I went to Downtown Disney, took advantage of current VIP rewards as well as get a Creator Set to build outside and just hope that people see. Then after the dragon was built, I then walked back to my car with him in hand kind of moving him about as if in flight. I got some looks, but whatever man, I got some cool pieces, it's all in the name of better MOCing in the future.
At some point, I will have the review of the set uploaded; probably in like three weeks.
Looking west toward Portland near sunset.
Am embarrassed to admit I'd never done this hike before (probably because it contains no fishable water) but it's only 20 minutes from Portland, can be hiked in 2 hours rt, and has spectacular views. I should have brought back more good shots than I did.
A fun one, in Kensal Green cemetery in London! The trials and tribulations of working with children (and family)...
Beautiful Fatma Dolphin portrait
M, 1/1000, f2.5, ISO 200, 85mm
Strobist Info:
Nikon CLS, 1 x SB 600 at 60 degree right of the model, 1/4 power, 33 inc umbrella, high speed sync
“Mom, this is embarrassing! Why are you taking my picture with all this mess around me?” 😧
Well, today’s theme is “Junk” and this corner by my sewing machine is looking so junky now! My other dolls are lined up neatly on the bookshelves, but sometimes I get busy and don’t put them back where they belong!😔
my camera can sometimes play tricks on me, it sometimes doesn't do what i want it to do, and sometimes it sneaks up on me! the cheeky devil.
D200, Nikkor 18-200, tripod, SB-600 through umbrella above camera 1/4 power, remote and self timer, loo roll and one embarrassed 365er.
Macro Monday: Theme - Embarrassing Moments
My mouth has gotten me in a bit of trouble over the years. My earliest memory goes back to when I was 7 and my cousins schooled me on how to say all of the foulest and rudest words in Portuguese. They were foreign and powerful and I enjoyed repeating them all day, that is until I got busted by my dad. Maybe more fear inducing than embarrassing. But I think the most embarrassing foul mouth moment came when I was working at my first Real job in Manhattan for a handbag and accessory company. I was dealing with a very unhappy client because we missed the deadline on sending over some design specs for a new line. Well, when I finished the conversation I went on a tear calling him a bleeping this and bleeping bleeper. My embarrasment came when I realized I never hung up the phone! He heard every foul and despicable name I called him. Thankfully they had mercy on me and I did not lose my job. I wasn't thinking. I was very young but at least I learned a very important lesson that day...always make sure the phone is hung up properly.
Alco C420 #7222 has been sitting in this spot for a while now, but not for long. In a couple months it will be picked up and brought to the Mineral Range in Ishpeming, Michigan.
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A bit embarrassing perhaps :D ... as this spot is a hillside directly adjacent to a fairly busy road and if anyone had simply looked up or to the side while driving up the hill, they would have seen a woman in her bra, wearing a mask with arms spread for the world to see. Well, that's art for you... or at least a dedication to it. ;D lol
This photo illustrates what is quite possibly one of the most embarrassing nights of the Caledonian Sleeper's history...
Freightliner Heavy Haul class 66 no. 66610 sits at Crewe atop knackered GBRf Europorte class 92 no. 92028 'Saint Saëns' in platform 12 on 23rd April 2015 at Crewe station on 1S26 London Euston-> Glasgow Central & Edinburgh Waverley.
Events developed as follows: 92028 failed last Wednesday morning at Northampton on 1M11, it was repaired over the last week and after working a test run on 21st April, it was then allocated to work 1S26 on the evening of 22nd April 2015. I admit, I had a fairly uneasy feeling when I saw 92028 on the stops but, I ignored all the warnings and took my seat upon 1S26 to Edinburgh Waverley.
At 2352, we duly departed Euston and took a fairly normal run to Watford and then onto the Trent via Northampton. We crawled through Nuneaton and for some reason, travelled bang-road on the up main as far as Amington Junction. This is the last thing I actually remember about the journey behind the dyson before I woke up at 0115 to find the train at a stand and a distinct lack of ETS. The lack of heat made it immediately obvious that something was wrong, so, I went to investigate. I found a customer host and was informed that the engine was encountering issues with its computer and was being rebooted. Fast forward an hour and a similar conversation ended with 'its a total failure and we're being rescued shortly'. So, how difficult is it to find a rescue loco? Well quite difficult it would seem....
I'm not sure how the rescue loco came to be a freightliner loco but 1Z99 was soon 'in' and departed Crewe Basford Hall at 0405, almost 3 hours after the 92 had failed... At 0504, 66610 (Nice) passed the train and dropped onto the top of the knackered 92 and went through the necessary prep to get the train underway. At this point- I was told that the 66 would drag the train to Crewe where another locomotive (probably 90037) would take over. However, another problem then arose. The parking brake on 92028 refused to release and, we continued to sit blocking the down-main at Colwich junction.
Virgin pendolinos and voyagers were now in evidence and were passing by the train on the slow lines (both up and down), at 0632- 87002 powered past with 1M16 (running 20 late).
At around 0745, news began to trickle through that a new rescue locomotive was enroute (presumably 90037) and would get the train shifted by 0900. So, we sat and waited, and waited, and waited. Then, at 0830- the brakes burst into life and staff began running up and down the stricken train. At 0844, the signal went off and 66610 began to move the train forwards, at a fair old rate of acceleration. At 0903, we approached Stafford, running a mere 399 minutes late. Here, a special stop had been arranged but I opted to stay on until Crewe. No sooner had we left Stafford were we braking again and shortly, we were sitting on the slow line at Norton Bridge waiting for some plastic to pass.
Once we got underway again, it was a stagger to Crewe. By now, it was blindingly obvious that the train was about to be pinned and staff had begun turfing people out of their berths. At 0940 we passed Basford Hall Junction and began to cross over the ladder into platform 12, we finally came to a stand in Crewe station at 0946, 485 minutes late. People poured onto the platform and helpless V.T. staff as well as C.S. staff were extremely good at providing information for connections with other services. I opted to travel back to Nuneaton, rather than onwards to Edinburgh as I'm going to the theatre tonight. Unit back on the 1002 was 350371- winner. Upon arrival at Nuneaton- I managed a car move home with my best friend(fortunately I took a lift to Cov rather than driving myself, otherwise- I'd have had to get to the car).
The stock went ECS to Polmadie as 5S26 behind 90037.
The EMD Class 66 was introduced to the UK Freight industry in 1998 when EWS ordered 250 locomotives based on the Class 59 locomotives which Foster Yeoman were using at the time on heavy aggregate trains. The locos were built by Electro Motive Diesel in Canada and arrived to the UK by boat during 1998. The locomotives replaced many of the older heritage classes that EWS inherited from British Rail as they were beginning to suffer from reliability issues. Not long after EWS, Feightliner began to take delivery of Class 66/5 locos and the fleet eventually grew to 98. Freightliner next took delivery of 25 Class 66/6s which had a lower gear ratio and were restricted to 60mph in order to handle some of the largest trains. The Class 66/9 subclass was first use to complete the original Class 66/5 delivery but was then further used to classify some later variants of the locos that were delivered with low emission engines. Other operators such as DRS, GBRf and Colas RailFreight operate Class 66 locomotives in the UK and they are one of the most versatile locomotive designs ever built. Several examples are now painted in DBS Red. The final new-build class 66s will be in the UK by the end of 2014 and will be part of the GB Railfreight fleet numbered 66752-66772. As of December 2014, these class 66s have arrived in the UK. However, with a change to the emissions rules, it looks like we haven't quite seen the last of this design, yet.
Oops... street candid of a mother kissing her baby.
Zhangjiajie, China.
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I felt a bit embarrassed, but finally I received her sweet smile.
Museumplein, Amsterdam, The Netherlands.
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The town is fairly humming this weekend with live music in many of the pubs and cafes. Lovely to see so many folks out and about enjoying a day up at the coast. I was hoping for some lovely mellow light and a spectacular sky over the town as I have plucked up the courage to go out and about with my first tripod on my own. I was a bit self-conscious at first but now that I am fairly confident it won't collapse on me or worse still, the camera fall off the top, I pretend to look confident and hope that folks will think I know what I'm doing. Unfortunately I did make a bit of a faux-pas (well, a very embarrassing one ,cringe, cringe) as when I was standing on top of Harbour Hill, another photographer came towards me to set up his tripod too and I cheerily said 'Ha, great minds think alike!' Except the moment I had said the words I realised that it wasn't a tripod but three or four fishing rods! I think I must have tripods on the brain at the moment, but he was a nice chap and we ended up having a good laugh and a great chat.
Wedding ceremony
A bride dressed in red sari
The wedding ceremony (Bengali: বিবাহ or বিয়ে bibaho/bie) follows the gaye holud ceremonies. As the wedding ceremony is arranged by the bride's family, much of the traditions revolve around embarrassing the groom. The groom, along with his friends and family, traditionally arrive later than the bride's side. As they arrive, the younger members of the bride's family barricade the entrance to the venue, demanding money from the groom in return for allowing him to enter. There is a bargaining between groom and the bride's family members on the amount of money of the admission. There is typically much good-natured pushing and shoving involved. Another custom is for the bride's younger siblings, friends, and cousins to conceal the groom's shoes for money; to get them back the groom must usually pay off the children. Siblings, friends and cousins also play many practical jokes on the groom.
For a Hindu wedding, a priest asks the couple to chant mantras from the holy texts that formalises the following:
Kanya sampradaan (Bengali: কন্যাসম্প্রদান konnasomprodan lit. "giving the bride"): the ceremonial giving away of the bride by the father of the bride
Saat Paake Ghora Bengali: সাত পাকে ঘোরা (The couple walks round the ceremonial fire seven times. See Saptapadi, Bengali: সপ্তপদী .)''
For a Muslim wedding, the bride and groom are seated separately, and a kazi (person authorized by the government to perform the wedding), accompanied by the parents and a witness (Bengali: ওয়াকিল wakil) from each side formally asks the bride for her consent to the union, and then the groom for his.
At this time, for Muslim weddings, the amount of the dowry or mahr is verified, and if all is well, the formal papers are signed, and the couple are seated side by side on a dais. The bride's veil (Bengali: ওরনা or ঘোমটা orna/ghomṭa) is draped over both the bride and groom, and a mirror is placed in front of them. The groom is then supposed to say something romantic on what he sees in the mirror—notionally the first time he has laid eyes on his bride. A traditional answer is to say that he has seen the moon. The bride and groom then feed each other sweets, while the bride's family members try to push the groom's face into the food. All the guests then celebrate the union with a feast.
In Hindu marriages on the day of the marriage (after wedding ceremony is over), close friends and relatives remain awake for the entire night. This is called the Basor Raat. Generally the day on which wedding is held Basor Raat starts after midnight if the wedding ceremony is over by evening. Most Hindu Bengali marriages happen in the evening. The next day, preferably before noon, the couple make their way from the venue to the groom's home, where a bridal room has been prepared.
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This change has been an utter shambles. TfL have embarrassed themselves with the lack of publicity, only putting up bus stop posters a day before and not even any iBus messages, saying that the 303/305 will be merged, and that the former route will be undertaking two diversions, missing out large chunks of the route. What's worse - a load of bus stops still have 305 tiles on them despite the route being dead! Passengers were extremely confused and we have to thank the drivers for getting them to their destinations, as otherwise they had no clue where the bus were going. It's also disgraceful that buses are skipping Field Mead due to the E200 MMCs being too long, when only one was on the route today! The extended bit of the 303 to Kingsbury Circle seemed very lightly used.
This new route was supposed to have new E200 MMCs, but only one bus of that type (ex-216) was on the route today, the rest being existing "classic" models sourced from Tolworth (TV) garage. Reliability at least seemed decent.
This is an attempt at the weekly theme of recreating a favourite image. My image isn't better sadly, but still. Its an attempt. The image is in the comments below - I don't know the guy but he's extremely good! When the light was right, the tide was out for me, and vice versa - so I had to get by with this. Plus it so so windy I couldn't extend my tripod legs and had to sit on the wall trying to shelter the camera. Excuses excuses.
On the last full day in Scotland I had a great day walking the along the Fife coastal path between the little fishing villages of St Monans, Pittemweem, Anstruther and Crail, before getting the bus back to our cottage. Although driving has been great in the new car, it was also good to have a rest. The previous day I'd been driving 'Brutus' when a double decker bus pulled out in front of me at a roundabout - causing me to brake heavily. I sounded the horn, and Brutus emmited a very half hearted 'paaarp', like a sound out of a child's cartoon. The bus driver waved an apology. I'm not sure whether it was for the manouvre or an acknowledgement of my shameful horn. So it was good to venture out on foot for a while where any embarrassing noises made would be purely of my own making.
Also on the same trip, Mark was directing us to a restaurant using the sat-nav on his iPhone. After feeling sorry for the car, I then felt sorry for the voice in his phone, which had a stutter. 'In t-two hundred yards, take the first exit' and 'at the junction, t-turn left'. But then I stopped feeling sorry for it, in part because it had taken us the wrong way so I was less inclined to, partly because it is strange to feel sympathy for a disembodied voice, and also because I realised what an inspiring story it was. Just think, once there was a little boy who had trouble with sounding the letter 't'. 'Dad', he'd have said, 'when I grow up I want to be a Sat-Nav voice'. 'Well son', his Dad would reply 'maybe its not the career for you, there's plenty of other things you could be'. But that boy didn't give up on his dream. He kept hoping and working until that dream was realised. Either that or it was just a glitch in the program.
So, there's another fact about me, I feel sorry for inanimate objects, computer programs and other odd things. I actually took some shots using F9, purely because I'd never used it much and was concerned it felt left out. Who feels sorry for F9?!? Very strange. Anyway, I'm off to put on a wooly jumper I got for Christmas as a present. I really can't stand it but I can't have it just sitting in the cupboard watching all my favourite clothes continually getting worn, that's just cruel.
Why didn't someone tell me my bra was showing beneath my blouse?
And I was out-and-about all day like this!
Blissful ignorance, I guess :)
The Host pipe organ tour group was scheduled tor an organ demonstration which was the same time a funeral was scheduled. A compromise was agreed that the funeral would be delayed by about 30 minutes & the tour group would leave early. The mourners were not aware of the change & arrived for the funeral to find strangers in the church playing on the organ. The tour group overstayed it's visit with 200 villagers standing in the street waiting to get into the church & waiting for the deceased to arrive for the funeral.
This photo shows members of the Host pipe organ tour group lounging & sleeping in the church. I was embarrassed to be in the church as there were mourners that had arrived in the church for the delayed funeral.
Tonight at a restaurant an older woman stopped by to compliment us on how well our boys were behaved. Which was funny, because not ten minutes before that I had commented to Michael that they were having a particularly good night. It was a nice thing to hear after a bit of a rough week: all four of us came down with a GI bug and we've had some challenging "toddler" moments from the older one.
Despite the downs involved in the parenting rollercoaster, I almost daily feel as though the days/weeks/months are slipping by entirely too fast. I'm lucky right now in that the younger one (still a baby in my book) falls asleep while we rock together in a chair at night, and I get to cherish his warmth and weight and I get to breathe him in and be truly mindful of our time together. In those moments I feel as though the hardest parts of parenting for me aren't the tantrums or the sleep-deprived nights or the constant winter colds or the loss of time and energy once devoted to being creative (and that is a hard part). Rather, the hardest part for me is realizing how very little time I have to enjoy these boys in each stage of their lives as they grow. How no matter how mindful I am, there will be a day when I can barely recall what their voices sounded like when they first learned to talk, or their bumbling unsteady steps as they learned to walk, or what it was like to sit and rock with each of them.
Too soon they'll be too big to rock, too embarrassed of me to hug for more than a moment (especially in public), too grown-up to hold my hand.
So that's the hardest part, I think, about parenting: loving them so much that you'd prefer they not grow up, but helping them to do just exactly that.
Image made with my Nikon F100.
Yet another embarrassing graduation photo.
We're Here: Homemade graduation announcements
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Strobist: SB-700 speedlight camera left; SB-24 camera right; Yongnuo 560II above and behind subject; Optically triggered by on camera flash. Hood from Ede and Ravenscroft.
Patiently waiting for the lady to do her shopping, blissfully unaware of what the hundreds of people going past are being treated to.
This is the full body shot version of the "embarrassing" photo. Cropped the upper portion at an 8x10 ratio to get the final shot. Both Phicen figures are leaning against the table a bit, just to give them a little more added stability.
This is from a serise I did called Embarrassing moments. The thought behind it is that we ingeneral are so conserned all the time...what others think and if we do something embarrassing everyone is looking or laughing...
we´ve all done something, what´s your most embarrassing moment?
You may want to be sure you don't have any food or drinks near your nose, or monitor or keyboard. Also a little disclaimer - I did post this same story about 9 years ago, but did not have an appropriate photo to go with it. At least one true story group would not accept it, and I don't blame them. Today, I did actually take a more appropriate image. However if someone is a real stickler about it, the coins are clearly not from 1961. So there you have your spew warning, and notice that this is a "stickler free" zone.
Ok here is the tiny true story. You don't need to visualize that this would or could have ever happened to you, only that it is true and it happened to me.
It was 1961, and without generalizing too much, I would say I was more naïve than many of today's 14 year olds. So go back to the early 1960s with me, and picture that I am in the car, with my mother driving; and we are on the way to the hospital, Samuel Merritt Hospital in Oakland, California to be precise. I am going to have a tonsillectomy. I never had surgery before, and my mother took on an advisory role about what all would happen. I really wasn't the least bit afraid of the surgery itself. She was my Mom though, and so I listened intently to what she had to say.
My mother was from an even more naïve time, 1914, downright strange and prudish to my way of thinking. She said while she was driving and gripping the wheel tightly, that I needed to know at the hospital they would "shave my pocketbook". Thinking she meant my purse or wallet, and thinking she meant something on the order of the cafeteria or gift shop would cheat me, short change me, or somehow "take me to the cleaners" was my interpretation. She said, "Do you understand me?" I replied, "Yes, Mom, I'll be careful." I think she thought I didn't quite get what she meant, but she was already flustered and embarrassed anyway. In a very awkward conversation, as we approached the hospital, she somehow conveyed to me that "pocketbook" was her word for private parts, pubic area. She said they would shave my private parts! GULP! I was very modest, and this had me way more upset than surgery. My Mom said they do it for every operation, for hygiene. Having only experienced operations on her private parts, I'm sure she actually believed that to be true.
I was mortified. I didn't say another word. She got me checked in, and left for awhile. I saw what looked like a nurse to me, take a bowl of water/soapy things and go behind a curtain, which was all that was keeping me from a male patient across the hall from me. I could hear her saying, I'm just going to shave you here. It will only take a minute and won't hurt. I totally experienced his discomfort and embarrassment. A different nurse came by to check on me, and said, "My, you look healthy with your rosy cheeks." You don't look like you need to be in the hospital. I said I wasn't sick; I was just getting my tonsils removed. She said you look very upset; are you scared about the operation? I allowed as to how I wasn't a bit upset about the operation, but the shaving of my private parts had me really scared and upset. She laughed and wanted to know why on earth I thought they would shave my private parts for a tonsillectomy. I told her about my conversation with my Mom. She must have tried hard to keep from cracking up laughing. She said not to worry, they didn't shave anything for a tonsillectomy. I was experiencing major relief, and I hadn't even had the operation yet. I had it, did well, went home to a great recovery, and I don't think my Mom ever again attempted any kind of intimate conversation with me.
BTW, I still don't use the word "Pocketbook". I say coin purse, or wallet, or purse.
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