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		<title>By: buy home insurance</title>
		<link>http://shamelesslysassy.com/2008/08/02/confess-your-awkward/comment-page-1/#comment-7837</link>
		<dc:creator>buy home insurance</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 19:35:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Not bad at all, but this topic is rather little of interest. Please do not disappoint your readership.</description>
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		<title>By: Danielle-lee</title>
		<link>http://shamelesslysassy.com/2008/08/02/confess-your-awkward/comment-page-1/#comment-6514</link>
		<dc:creator>Danielle-lee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 21:25:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Whew! I don&#039;t even know where to start! I have heard crickets chirping so many times, I can&#039;t even tell you!

Um, how about this?: 
I got my boobies in about 7th grade. And they were C&#039;s by 8th grade. And I was wearing this little tank top, and I was at the house of the boy I really liked. He and his younger brother were sitting in their mom&#039;s car with the driver&#039;s door open. I totally leaned into the window of the door, basically squeeshing my boobs on the glass, and yes, I swear to God I heard &#039;Put &#039;em on the glass!&#039; by sir-mix-a-lot! And they both just looked at me like &#039;wtf?&#039; I didn&#039;t mean to do it. so embarrassing, even now, after 17 years!!!!

Danielle-lees last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://danielle-leftyloosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrity-girl-crush.html&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Celebrity Girl Crush&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Whew! I don&#8217;t even know where to start! I have heard crickets chirping so many times, I can&#8217;t even tell you!</p>
<p>Um, how about this?:<br />
I got my boobies in about 7th grade. And they were C&#8217;s by 8th grade. And I was wearing this little tank top, and I was at the house of the boy I really liked. He and his younger brother were sitting in their mom&#8217;s car with the driver&#8217;s door open. I totally leaned into the window of the door, basically squeeshing my boobs on the glass, and yes, I swear to God I heard &#8216;Put &#8216;em on the glass!&#8217; by sir-mix-a-lot! And they both just looked at me like &#8216;wtf?&#8217; I didn&#8217;t mean to do it. so embarrassing, even now, after 17 years!!!!</p>
<p>Danielle-lees last blog post..<a href='http://danielle-leftyloosy.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrity-girl-crush.html' rel="nofollow">Celebrity Girl Crush</a></p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 19:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I embrace awkwardness.  My whole life is awkward.  Seriously.  Watch me carry my bike down the stairs in 4 inch heels every morning.  Then watch me try to get it through the door.  Watch me ride it to work with my skirt flying everywhere exposing my fluorescent undies to hooting construction workers.  And that&#039;s just before 10am.

Amys last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amyrollo.com/brookland/2008/08/06/paradiso-trovati-in-monterosso/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Paradiso Trovati in Monterosso&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I embrace awkwardness.  My whole life is awkward.  Seriously.  Watch me carry my bike down the stairs in 4 inch heels every morning.  Then watch me try to get it through the door.  Watch me ride it to work with my skirt flying everywhere exposing my fluorescent undies to hooting construction workers.  And that&#8217;s just before 10am.</p>
<p>Amys last blog post..<a href="http://www.amyrollo.com/brookland/2008/08/06/paradiso-trovati-in-monterosso/" rel="nofollow">Paradiso Trovati in Monterosso</a></p>
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		<title>By: Beth from the Funny Farm</title>
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		<dc:creator>Beth from the Funny Farm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 05:31:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We had just moved to a new area and all new neighbors. My husband was putting on a business meeting at our house and I had mailed out flyers to people.  I put the freaking WRONG NUMBER.... on the flyer.. here.. it turned out to be a neighbor&#039;s phone number. Our new number was like 555-555-3987 and I had typed 555-555-3978.

OMG... and she wasn&#039;t a nice neighbor... and still isn&#039;t! lol

Beth from the Funny Farms last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://penland.wordpress.com/2008/08/04/taking-a-poll-here/&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Taking a Poll here!&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had just moved to a new area and all new neighbors. My husband was putting on a business meeting at our house and I had mailed out flyers to people.  I put the freaking WRONG NUMBER&#8230;. on the flyer.. here.. it turned out to be a neighbor&#8217;s phone number. Our new number was like 555-555-3987 and I had typed 555-555-3978.</p>
<p>OMG&#8230; and she wasn&#8217;t a nice neighbor&#8230; and still isn&#8217;t! lol</p>
<p>Beth from the Funny Farms last blog post..<a href="http://penland.wordpress.com/2008/08/04/taking-a-poll-here/" rel="nofollow">Taking a Poll here!</a></p>
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		<title>By: Audubon Ron</title>
		<link>http://shamelesslysassy.com/2008/08/02/confess-your-awkward/comment-page-1/#comment-6358</link>
		<dc:creator>Audubon Ron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 17:07:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>...I told a customer once, he said, Can&#039;t we be friends?&quot;  I said, &quot;You wanna friend, by a fucking dog!&quot;  How&#039;s that?  Is that close?

Audubon Rons last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://ducksmahal.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-my-ex.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Letter to My Ex&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;I told a customer once, he said, Can&#8217;t we be friends?&#8221;  I said, &#8220;You wanna friend, by a fucking dog!&#8221;  How&#8217;s that?  Is that close?</p>
<p>Audubon Rons last blog post..<a href="http://ducksmahal.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-my-ex.html" rel="nofollow">Letter to My Ex</a></p>
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		<title>By: Audubon Ron</title>
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		<dc:creator>Audubon Ron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 17:06:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>...way TOO numerous to reveal.

Audubon Rons last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://ducksmahal.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-my-ex.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Letter to My Ex&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;way TOO numerous to reveal.</p>
<p>Audubon Rons last blog post..<a href="http://ducksmahal.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-my-ex.html" rel="nofollow">Letter to My Ex</a></p>
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		<title>By: Colleen - Mommy Always Wins</title>
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		<dc:creator>Colleen - Mommy Always Wins</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 17:05:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think I&#039;m your expert in awkward.

I used to work in an office of almost all men. One day, 10 grown boys and I went out for the usual after-work drinks at a place with a trivia game. It was one of those where they&#039;d post clues on the TV sets about the answer so you could buzz in and get partial points if you didn&#039;t originally know the answer. I have no idea what the question was, but one of the clues was &quot;Doesn&#039;t suck.&quot; In a panicked state, lest we lose to the opposing teams, I hollered out, &quot;QUICK, WHAT&#039;S THE OPPOSITE OF SUCKS?!?&quot; to which all the &#039;mens&#039; slowly turned to look at me and reply, &quot;Blows?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think I&#8217;m your expert in awkward.</p>
<p>I used to work in an office of almost all men. One day, 10 grown boys and I went out for the usual after-work drinks at a place with a trivia game. It was one of those where they&#8217;d post clues on the TV sets about the answer so you could buzz in and get partial points if you didn&#8217;t originally know the answer. I have no idea what the question was, but one of the clues was &#8220;Doesn&#8217;t suck.&#8221; In a panicked state, lest we lose to the opposing teams, I hollered out, &#8220;QUICK, WHAT&#8217;S THE OPPOSITE OF SUCKS?!?&#8221; to which all the &#8216;mens&#8217; slowly turned to look at me and reply, &#8220;Blows?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: stpaulslim</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 16:01:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For me, it always seems to involve lawyers. I was just telling someone the other day about how I&#039;d come to the conclusion that having too many lawyers around was a good thing, because my friend is a lawyer and he makes good money defending his clients against spurious lawsuits brought by crappy lawyers who went to crappy law schools. Who was I telling? The wife of a lawyer involved in a lawsuit with my friend, and who had gone to one of the crappy law schools I&#039;d just mentioned. I resisted the urge to say, &quot;See...&quot;

stpaulslims last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gomom.com/forum/miscellany/why-we-read-best-blogs-august-4&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Why we read the best blogs, August 4&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For me, it always seems to involve lawyers. I was just telling someone the other day about how I&#8217;d come to the conclusion that having too many lawyers around was a good thing, because my friend is a lawyer and he makes good money defending his clients against spurious lawsuits brought by crappy lawyers who went to crappy law schools. Who was I telling? The wife of a lawyer involved in a lawsuit with my friend, and who had gone to one of the crappy law schools I&#8217;d just mentioned. I resisted the urge to say, &#8220;See&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>stpaulslims last blog post..<a href="http://www.gomom.com/forum/miscellany/why-we-read-best-blogs-august-4" rel="nofollow">Why we read the best blogs, August 4</a></p>
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		<title>By: Badass Geek</title>
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		<dc:creator>Badass Geek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 15:54:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember slinking up behind a girl that I thought was my sister, getting real close and laughing creepily into her ear.

Turns out it wasn&#039;t my sister.

Badass Geeks last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://badassgeek.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-which-i-observe-sabbath.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;In Which I Observe The Sabbath&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember slinking up behind a girl that I thought was my sister, getting real close and laughing creepily into her ear.</p>
<p>Turns out it wasn&#8217;t my sister.</p>
<p>Badass Geeks last blog post..<a href="http://badassgeek.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-which-i-observe-sabbath.html" rel="nofollow">In Which I Observe The Sabbath</a></p>
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		<title>By: Kori</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kori</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 15:50:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I cannot remember an entire conversation when I haven&#039;t been awkward, but I think my awkwardness is more physical-I trip, I drop things, I run into things...my first day here four years ago, I actually fell off of the chair-it is a rolling chair, and I went to sit down and, well, it rolled.  I still laugh but blush at the same time, because it is SO me to do that, but at least it broke thte ice the first day.

Koris last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://korij.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-are-reading-this.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;If You are Reading This....&lt;/a&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I cannot remember an entire conversation when I haven&#8217;t been awkward, but I think my awkwardness is more physical-I trip, I drop things, I run into things&#8230;my first day here four years ago, I actually fell off of the chair-it is a rolling chair, and I went to sit down and, well, it rolled.  I still laugh but blush at the same time, because it is SO me to do that, but at least it broke thte ice the first day.</p>
<p>Koris last blog post..<a href="http://korij.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-are-reading-this.html" rel="nofollow">If You are Reading This&#8230;.</a></p>
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