Wake up?

I should be sleeping!

Okay Allheart, your confession prompted me to confess one of my worst sins, really, I might never be able to redeem myself.

I'm lutheran, lutherans go through confirmation when they turn 14, after two years of bible class etc. Anyway, it was my confirmation, I was 14, relatives flew in from Germany for the big event, my parents had a party at the house afterwards, at least 50 people came, including the Pastor. Anyway, my Dad had put a few bottles of wine downstairs so that guests wouldn't have to come upstairs for a refill. My cousins and I were downstairs, saw the wine and indulged in a bit of drinking. I was three sheets to the wind when our Pastor came downstairs to congratulate me on being confirmed. Apparently I gave him a big hug and a huge kiss, smack on the lips. He smiled, patted me on the head, went upstairs and told my Dad that he might want to take the wine away from the kids. Let's just say that going to church was a bit uncomfortable after that.

Yikes, all the things I've forgotten about. This is a great thread.

Ok, if we are talking drunk stories. I have gotten drunk only once in my life. We were away in the Poconos for New Years Eve with another couple we are friends with. After the party I drove the other couple back to their room dropping then off right at the door of their room. The problem was that the roadway didn't go to the door of their room (oops). At least that's what they told me I did. The next morning I didn't even remember leaving the party.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Altenweg

Okay Allheart, your confession prompted me to confess one of my worst sins, really, I might never be able to redeem myself.

I'm lutheran, lutherans go through confirmation when they turn 14, after two years of bible class etc. Anyway, it was my confirmation, I was 14, relatives flew in from Germany for the big event, my parents had a party at the house afterwards, at least 50 people came, including the Pastor. Anyway, my Dad had put a few bottles of wine downstairs so that guests wouldn't have to come upstairs for a refill. My cousins and I were downstairs, saw the wine and indulged in a bit of drinking. I was three sheets to the wind when our Pastor came downstairs to congratulate me on being confirmed. Apparently I gave him a big hug and a huge kiss, smack on the lips. He smiled, patted me on the head, went upstairs and told my Dad that he might want to take the wine away from the kids. Let's just say that going to church was a bit uncomfortable after that.

Yikes, all the things I've forgotten about. This is a great thread.

---

LMAO!! THAT is awesome!! Seriously... the best story. EVER.

Im just sat here giggling and thinking of what to post next, ill be back later Theo has his first set of jabs today xx

Hmmm, I've been thinking and I can't come up with anything yet. I know I've had some good ones, but I just can't think of any.

But... I'm sure CBW will probably remember one or two of my blonde moments. LOL

I have to say... I'm really glad that none of my RL friends know about me here :)

I have a LOT of bad stories about me, none that I want to tell about myself. You might not respect me after you read them!

LOL Synn who says we do anyway ;)

J my love where have you been hiding don't rely on me to remember anything at the moment I can't even remember where I put my hairbrush tee hee

Ok... I have a story...

I was 12 years old at the time. I was in a motorhome with my grandfather, grandmother, younger sister, and younger cousin. We were on our way back from Niagra Falls. Crossing the border, some guys (cops, mounties, or something) stopped us and were asking questions. They look into the back where us kids were sitting. The one guy said... "Kids, are you related to these people?"

And almost in unison, all three of us kids look at each other and say... "NOooooooo, we don't know them. They kidnapped us!!!!!" My grandfather looks back at us really slow and just glares. Then I chimed in with... "And they have a bunch of marijuana back here."

Lol... for years my grandparents actually laughed at that story.

Mafia, tee hee, reminds me of the time my Dad was pulled over for speeding, I was around 7 years old. Anyway, the police officer came up to the driver side window and asked my Dad if he knew why he was being pulled over, my Dad said he didn't have a clue. I piped up from the back seat "Sure you do Daddy, you were speeding." The cop laughed so hard he decided to let my Dad off with a warning. Afterward my Dad asked why I ratted him out, I said "You always say not to lie." He didn't have a come back for that one.

Keep them coming, this is triggering lots of memories.

I remember my parents left me in the BRAND new station wagon when I was about 4 years old...


I chewed the whole entire front of the dash board off... LOL

Don't leave Start in the car alone, especially not for more that 2 or 3 minutes, how dare them!

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by curlybenswife

J my love where have you been hiding

---

I've been hiding in my books. OMG, this semester is rough. If Ben knew what I made on the last exam he'd ban me until after graduation. 27 out of 32 nursing students are hanging on by a thread right now, and I am one of them. :mad:

J, keep working hard, we are all behind you... push push push!

Don't worry J9 you'll do fine, we believe in you.

Go J Go, Go J Go!

See, your own little cheering section.

Saying special prayers for our J -

Those stinkee teachers, way to boost morale :(. You WILL DO THIS. I promise you J.

A Little inspiration for you my friend and heart...

Well well well come on now J you can do it you have come so far give it everything you have hunny we are all rooting for you xxxxx

We are about to start a 4 day holiday weekend woo hoo

J my love you will be just fine not long to go we know you can do it you have come to far to throw it all away.

J9--you know I love you and I'm rooting for you.

You can always call if you need to de-stress about it :)

LOL yeah call Synn the women that abandened her two friends hahahahaha ;)

Yeah, yeah.

I'm a horrible person.

Want to beat me and whip me and do other mean things to me?