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		By: jazmine		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2015 02:27:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[my most embarrassing moment is when i was 14 i got out of the shower and my sister asked me to get the mail so i put on a towel then when i opened the door she shobed me outside and took my towel and locked it i was like that for 1 hour so after that i went the owners apartment and asked for a key so while he is getting the key his 12 year old looking son is just looking at my skin when then i ran back to my apartment with a lot of people looking at me then i got back in and grounded my little sister]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my most embarrassing moment is when i was 14 i got out of the shower and my sister asked me to get the mail so i put on a towel then when i opened the door she shobed me outside and took my towel and locked it i was like that for 1 hour so after that i went the owners apartment and asked for a key so while he is getting the key his 12 year old looking son is just looking at my skin when then i ran back to my apartment with a lot of people looking at me then i got back in and grounded my little sister</p>
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		By: isabella bubola		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2014 11:43:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Haha, this was fun to read :D
Okay, I remembered this anecdote that happened last summer. I was attending a fashion photoshoot because my friend was helping out with the lights. So there I was, just standing and watching how it was all getting done.

The photographer was shooting beside pools of a hotel. The pools were all connected with one another, and in some places you couldn&#039;t tell where one ended at the other began.

Of course I had to NOT WATCH where I was going, and stepped into one of them with my chucks! 

I couldn&#039;t believe what had just happened so I started laughing and caught an eye of a guy who saw me stepping into the pool, and then it got even funnier :D
I walked back from the shoot thirty minutes barefoot and holding my chucks in my hand. :P
Luckily, it was summertime.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Haha, this was fun to read 😀<br />
Okay, I remembered this anecdote that happened last summer. I was attending a fashion photoshoot because my friend was helping out with the lights. So there I was, just standing and watching how it was all getting done.</p>
<p>The photographer was shooting beside pools of a hotel. The pools were all connected with one another, and in some places you couldn&#8217;t tell where one ended at the other began.</p>
<p>Of course I had to NOT WATCH where I was going, and stepped into one of them with my chucks! </p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t believe what had just happened so I started laughing and caught an eye of a guy who saw me stepping into the pool, and then it got even funnier 😀<br />
I walked back from the shoot thirty minutes barefoot and holding my chucks in my hand. 😛<br />
Luckily, it was summertime.</p>
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		By: sarah hoey		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2014 23:34:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[i think the dumbest thing i&#039;ve done, at least that i can recall recently, was for a photo actually. i had acquired a vintage surgical eye lid holder at an oddities shop in madison, wi. i knew i needed to use it for a photo, and i knew exactly how it would look. however, i didnt realize quite how DUMB of an idea it was. after giving myself a prep talk for at least 25 minutes in the mirror, i finally got it in my eye, and had my boyfriend take the picture (i left the remote in the other room!) needless to say, it was extremely uncomfortable, and i actually almost scratched my cornea from the experience. the picture turned out, so at least something good came from it. haha!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i think the dumbest thing i&#8217;ve done, at least that i can recall recently, was for a photo actually. i had acquired a vintage surgical eye lid holder at an oddities shop in madison, wi. i knew i needed to use it for a photo, and i knew exactly how it would look. however, i didnt realize quite how DUMB of an idea it was. after giving myself a prep talk for at least 25 minutes in the mirror, i finally got it in my eye, and had my boyfriend take the picture (i left the remote in the other room!) needless to say, it was extremely uncomfortable, and i actually almost scratched my cornea from the experience. the picture turned out, so at least something good came from it. haha!</p>
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		By: Jen Sulak		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2014 15:30:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[at a local taco shop...i was scooting out of my seat to go get another drink....and i didn&#039;t remember the bench stopped i thought it went all the way...and i landed FLAT straight downwards on my butt with my legs sprawled out. Mind you, i somehow hit my left leg on something and had a knot for 3 months after. :)  I said when i stood up....&quot;i guess i didn&#039;t have my fall for the day!&quot;  (as the guys at the next table looked over and wondered WHAT THE????) My hubby saw it all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>at a local taco shop&#8230;i was scooting out of my seat to go get another drink&#8230;.and i didn&#8217;t remember the bench stopped i thought it went all the way&#8230;and i landed FLAT straight downwards on my butt with my legs sprawled out. Mind you, i somehow hit my left leg on something and had a knot for 3 months after. 🙂  I said when i stood up&#8230;.&#8221;i guess i didn&#8217;t have my fall for the day!&#8221;  (as the guys at the next table looked over and wondered WHAT THE????) My hubby saw it all.</p>
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		By: Mary-Claire		</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2014 12:04:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I break things, run into walls, close the car door on my head, etc. on a regular basis.  Probably my most stellar moment was when I was 19 and in college. It was Thanksgiving break, and I couldn&#039;t go home (12 hour drive) as I had the lead role in a large Christmas dinner theatre production with rehearsal over the weekend.  So I spent Thanksgiving with a friend and her family. She taught me how to ride a 3 wheeler, which was great fun.

The next day, we hopped on the 3 wheelers (mine borrowed from a neighbor) and took off. This huge crazy full sized German shepherd started barking crazily at me and chased me. Certain I was trying to escape being eaten alive, I drove like crazy as fast as I could away from him, paying more attention to him than where I was going. And promptly smashed into a cord of wood, totaling the 3 wheeler. The dog jumped on me and started licking my face. To top it off, I had broken my leg and had to be transported to a nearby hospital to have it set.

The doctors wanted to cut off my pants, but I had borrowed my friend&#039;s Calvin Klein jeans and there was NO WAY they were going to cut them off because I couldn&#039;t afford to replace them. So several people had to wiggle me back and forth to get them off (remember now that I had a broken leg), so THAT was fun. However, I felt quite triumphant until a team of super cute medical students all came into the room to learn how to set a plaster cast up to the hip. And there I was, no pants, a hospital gown and a shower cap on my head. 

And I lost the role in the play.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I break things, run into walls, close the car door on my head, etc. on a regular basis.  Probably my most stellar moment was when I was 19 and in college. It was Thanksgiving break, and I couldn&#8217;t go home (12 hour drive) as I had the lead role in a large Christmas dinner theatre production with rehearsal over the weekend.  So I spent Thanksgiving with a friend and her family. She taught me how to ride a 3 wheeler, which was great fun.</p>
<p>The next day, we hopped on the 3 wheelers (mine borrowed from a neighbor) and took off. This huge crazy full sized German shepherd started barking crazily at me and chased me. Certain I was trying to escape being eaten alive, I drove like crazy as fast as I could away from him, paying more attention to him than where I was going. And promptly smashed into a cord of wood, totaling the 3 wheeler. The dog jumped on me and started licking my face. To top it off, I had broken my leg and had to be transported to a nearby hospital to have it set.</p>
<p>The doctors wanted to cut off my pants, but I had borrowed my friend&#8217;s Calvin Klein jeans and there was NO WAY they were going to cut them off because I couldn&#8217;t afford to replace them. So several people had to wiggle me back and forth to get them off (remember now that I had a broken leg), so THAT was fun. However, I felt quite triumphant until a team of super cute medical students all came into the room to learn how to set a plaster cast up to the hip. And there I was, no pants, a hospital gown and a shower cap on my head. </p>
<p>And I lost the role in the play.</p>
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		By: Eva		</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2014 19:33:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I always get caught when I am naked in the woods. Some random dog walker or mushroom picker materializes out of nowhere.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always get caught when I am naked in the woods. Some random dog walker or mushroom picker materializes out of nowhere.</p>
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		By: Dave		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2014 19:01:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I needed to clean out the gutters on my small ranch style house from the leaves that had clogged it. I put the ladder to get up there on the wood deck and pulled a hose up the ladder with me. I sprayed the gutters at the end of the job to clean out the dirt that was still there. Some water got on the deck below. Where the rubber feet to the ladder were. I got on the ladder. Physics took over. The rubber feet started to slide on the now lubricated deck. I went for a ride. Time dilated. It took forever for me to slam the ground on top of the ladder. I kind of bounced to the side of the ladder. I laid there for a second, trying to figure out if I broke anything. Nope. I was good. 
So, I jumped up, and looked around, like I had planned my little ride. No one saw it. It never happened.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I needed to clean out the gutters on my small ranch style house from the leaves that had clogged it. I put the ladder to get up there on the wood deck and pulled a hose up the ladder with me. I sprayed the gutters at the end of the job to clean out the dirt that was still there. Some water got on the deck below. Where the rubber feet to the ladder were. I got on the ladder. Physics took over. The rubber feet started to slide on the now lubricated deck. I went for a ride. Time dilated. It took forever for me to slam the ground on top of the ladder. I kind of bounced to the side of the ladder. I laid there for a second, trying to figure out if I broke anything. Nope. I was good.<br />
So, I jumped up, and looked around, like I had planned my little ride. No one saw it. It never happened.</p>
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		By: Paulo Carvalho		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2014 13:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hello Brooke! In these past few weeks I could not visit your blog, because my computer was broken, more precisely the graphics card. Finally is arranged and here I am again. I missed to read your posts, Brooke. I&#039;ve done some dumb things ... Among them, I remember once being photographing birds in the lagoon. But suddenly I came across a fantastic sunrise, with reds, oranges, yellows, behind some trees. It was a breathtaking view ... I had to take that shot, but I was with a telephoto and for that photo I needed a wide-angle lens. To my bad luck I didn’t have that lens and I had to snapping the shot with the lens I had. I tried by all means to find the best position to take the photo and suddenly I found myself in the middle of a creek. I was with my brother who asked me greatly admired: what are you doing? And I said between laughs: Everything for photography... Of course, the rest of that morning I walked with wet tennis and wet pants.

http://www.photo-trekking.blogspot.pt/2013/08/my-first-stepped-forward.html]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello Brooke! In these past few weeks I could not visit your blog, because my computer was broken, more precisely the graphics card. Finally is arranged and here I am again. I missed to read your posts, Brooke. I&#8217;ve done some dumb things &#8230; Among them, I remember once being photographing birds in the lagoon. But suddenly I came across a fantastic sunrise, with reds, oranges, yellows, behind some trees. It was a breathtaking view &#8230; I had to take that shot, but I was with a telephoto and for that photo I needed a wide-angle lens. To my bad luck I didn’t have that lens and I had to snapping the shot with the lens I had. I tried by all means to find the best position to take the photo and suddenly I found myself in the middle of a creek. I was with my brother who asked me greatly admired: what are you doing? And I said between laughs: Everything for photography&#8230; Of course, the rest of that morning I walked with wet tennis and wet pants.</p>
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		By: Donna S		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Donna S]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2014 08:56:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just remembered another funny moment! I was shooting senior portraits for my best friend, and also shooting some fashion shots later on. So there was me, and three other girls taking pictures. I was wearing boots because the ground was still kind of muddy and wet in places and they were the easiest and fastest shoes I could get on. My friend was seated on a stump in the middle of a foresty place, and there were roots and small holes everywhere, and then there was a larger one. I pointed these things out to my friends so that they would keep an eye out and not kill themselves during the photoshoot. Unfortunately, at one point while I walked around and got shots from different angles, I overstepped when I moved backwards and went right into the hole up to my hip. Worst part is that it was a little bit muddy from the rainfall, and the bottom had water that got into my boot. It wasn&#039;t a really embarrassing experience, but one that made me facepalm at my clumsiness. We all got a good laugh out of it and I trudged around with a soggy foot for the rest of the shoot hahaha :P]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just remembered another funny moment! I was shooting senior portraits for my best friend, and also shooting some fashion shots later on. So there was me, and three other girls taking pictures. I was wearing boots because the ground was still kind of muddy and wet in places and they were the easiest and fastest shoes I could get on. My friend was seated on a stump in the middle of a foresty place, and there were roots and small holes everywhere, and then there was a larger one. I pointed these things out to my friends so that they would keep an eye out and not kill themselves during the photoshoot. Unfortunately, at one point while I walked around and got shots from different angles, I overstepped when I moved backwards and went right into the hole up to my hip. Worst part is that it was a little bit muddy from the rainfall, and the bottom had water that got into my boot. It wasn&#8217;t a really embarrassing experience, but one that made me facepalm at my clumsiness. We all got a good laugh out of it and I trudged around with a soggy foot for the rest of the shoot hahaha 😛</p>
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		By: Donna S		</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2014 08:47:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was younger I was cast as one of many little angels in my churches annual Christmas play. So, I was never really graceful as a child(nor am I now), and with the added wings strapped to my back, I was a weapon of mass destruction. On the last song sung by the little angels we all turned and trooped up the stairs and I was the last one to climb, and as I did I came too close to the tree and my wing bumped it, then I bumped it, and well.... The whole Christmas tree fell over in the middle of the Christmas play, and I was standing there in embarrassment as several women came up and tried to get it upright again. It is pretty hilarious looking back on it, I think someone may have even recorded it. Man would I love to see that now! :)]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was younger I was cast as one of many little angels in my churches annual Christmas play. So, I was never really graceful as a child(nor am I now), and with the added wings strapped to my back, I was a weapon of mass destruction. On the last song sung by the little angels we all turned and trooped up the stairs and I was the last one to climb, and as I did I came too close to the tree and my wing bumped it, then I bumped it, and well&#8230;. The whole Christmas tree fell over in the middle of the Christmas play, and I was standing there in embarrassment as several women came up and tried to get it upright again. It is pretty hilarious looking back on it, I think someone may have even recorded it. Man would I love to see that now! 🙂</p>
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