Embarrassed No More, No More, No More, No More
Ben has long been the one with the power to embarrass. When we were dating and newlyweds, and out with friends, it was his sheer joy to get me to cringe, blush, or slap his arm and say in a shocked voice, "BEN!" Now that we have kids, I have ceased to be the main target. (although, I'm taking a big risk of potential retribution after this post. I might have just woke a sleeping giant.) One of his favorite things to do is to speak with a Scottish accent while out with our oldest daughter. He's been known to order from the McDonald's drive through as Sean Connery, while our daughter, in the passenger seat, cringes, blushes, and says in a shocked voice, "DAD!"
For the last 16+ years these have been our roles. He = embarrasser, Me = embarrassee. I've never questioned the roles.
Until now.
Last Saturday, Ben and I found ourselves temporarily childless, right around lunchtime. (Thanks Aunt 'Fia'!) So you didn't have to ask us twice, we were out the door for a little lunch date, in no time flat. We happen to love Mongolian BBQ, and there was a new one that had recently opened up near us, so we decided to try it out. We were there so early, that we had to wait about 10 minutes for them to open the doors. When we were finally seated we had the entire restaurant all to ourselves! We felt a little like Rock Stars. (well, Rock Stars that drive a mini-van that is) On our second time through the food line, we were still the only people there. As we waited for the chef to finish with our food, and stood there talking, a new song came over the speakers. "Hit The Road Jack" by Ray Charles.
Oh, mercy. I suddenly had no control. I simply HAD to perform it with them.
My fingers were snappin'
My arms were swayin'
I hiked my thumb over my shoulder as I told him to hit the road
I wagged my finger at his face when I sang and don't ya come back no more
All while dancing and singing along. (those singers in the link above could learn a thing or two from my moves. yes ma'am. I am smooth as buttah I tell ya!)
Before Ray and I launched into the rebuttal, Ben's face registered his complete horror. He was mortified that I was doing this to him in public. The only people that were there were staff, and I just didn't care. IT WAS HIT THE ROAD JACK! There are just some songs that require movement!
As I finished the line, I guess if you say so, I'll have to pack my things and go, Ben said "This must be what Sporty feels like." And that's when I knew that the balance of power had suddenly shifted just a bit. And I must say, it. felt. GOOOOOOOD! So next time he goes all 007 on us while we're in public, I'll just whip out my soul sistah moves, and shut him down!
(I might have learned a few of my moves from these two little soul sisters. This is a live private performance on the 'stage' in our room. Otherwise known as a cedar chest. We are frequently treated to these little improptu jam sessions.)
For the last 16+ years these have been our roles. He = embarrasser, Me = embarrassee. I've never questioned the roles.
Until now.
Last Saturday, Ben and I found ourselves temporarily childless, right around lunchtime. (Thanks Aunt 'Fia'!) So you didn't have to ask us twice, we were out the door for a little lunch date, in no time flat. We happen to love Mongolian BBQ, and there was a new one that had recently opened up near us, so we decided to try it out. We were there so early, that we had to wait about 10 minutes for them to open the doors. When we were finally seated we had the entire restaurant all to ourselves! We felt a little like Rock Stars. (well, Rock Stars that drive a mini-van that is) On our second time through the food line, we were still the only people there. As we waited for the chef to finish with our food, and stood there talking, a new song came over the speakers. "Hit The Road Jack" by Ray Charles.
Oh, mercy. I suddenly had no control. I simply HAD to perform it with them.
My fingers were snappin'
My arms were swayin'
I hiked my thumb over my shoulder as I told him to hit the road
I wagged my finger at his face when I sang and don't ya come back no more
All while dancing and singing along. (those singers in the link above could learn a thing or two from my moves. yes ma'am. I am smooth as buttah I tell ya!)
Before Ray and I launched into the rebuttal, Ben's face registered his complete horror. He was mortified that I was doing this to him in public. The only people that were there were staff, and I just didn't care. IT WAS HIT THE ROAD JACK! There are just some songs that require movement!
As I finished the line, I guess if you say so, I'll have to pack my things and go, Ben said "This must be what Sporty feels like." And that's when I knew that the balance of power had suddenly shifted just a bit. And I must say, it. felt. GOOOOOOOD! So next time he goes all 007 on us while we're in public, I'll just whip out my soul sistah moves, and shut him down!
(I might have learned a few of my moves from these two little soul sisters. This is a live private performance on the 'stage' in our room. Otherwise known as a cedar chest. We are frequently treated to these little improptu jam sessions.)
15 talkin' back:
Oh, I can so relate to this post. My hubby is FOREVER embarrassing me. Especially at old navy, where they play that really fast dance music. He could care less, as I try to act like I don't know the strang man doing his very lame robot, and 80's Duran Duran poses for the other shoppers to witness in horror. I may have to beat him at his own game. Thanks for the inspiration, you soul sista!
Ah, sweat revenge!
And those girlies are just too munchy!
Your girls are ADORABLE!
My husband once followed me around the mall after an argument, on his HANDS AND KNEES, barking like a sad puppy so that I'd accept his apology.
I tried to run, but he's a remarkably fast crawler. :)
Needless to say, I forgave him. :)
Love the little performers, they are too cute! And good for you, the tables are turned.
That is so funny! I'm going to try that on my husband the next time we're out!
Great job by the two cute singers!!
I cna totally relate to Ben. I'm the CULPRIT. The family are my VICTIMS. Especially where my iPod or the radio is concerned.
Can't figure out why John refuses to listen to the radio when he'd driving. Hmmmmmmmm.
THE BIBLE!!!! (that WAS awesome!)
I watched your two cutie divas with a big wide grin on my face. I could eat those two with a spoon! ;D
I'm usually the one who does the embarassing. It's hard to get me, but it has been done a time or two. I'd be the one doing the singing and dancing, embarassing someone else.
Oh how precious! Your girls are absolutely adorable! I was grinning so big! I had no they were so cute!
Also, yeah I think you got your hubby back. Maybe you should teach Sporty to say "Hit the Road Jack" next time her daddy does that to HER! LOL
Hubby likes to embarrass me, too..but I think I would embarrass myself if I broke into song, but I'll have to think about it. =)
Hubby used to like to tell the hostess at restaurants that "my daughter and I" would like a table...he hasn't used that one since I smacked him in the chest and broke his sunglasses that were hanging from the dorky string around his neck...and that wasn't so bad, in fact, it was kinda funny.
On the other hand, he gets embarrassed when I dance and sing at the top of my lungs when I'm in the car with him...all the people around us look at me like I'm possessed - I love it!
I can see it now!
The girl's are sweet and they don't even need mikes! :v)
First of all, that video is precious! My kids were singing right along and we had to play it a few times. Anyhoo, my dad STILL pulls that stuff. He'll call and pretend to be Bill Clinton or Johnny Carson and even though I say, "Dad, you can stop now. I know it's you." He will continue on until he is in a fit of laughter. At least now he can't see me rolling my eyes.
Ahhh, revenge isn't it sweet!
And those girls I think are totally ready for American Idol!
On behalf of the whole family,(and one who has suffered the embarrassment of the Ben) I congratulate you on your outstanding performance! Just wish I'd been there to see him get the treatment! What a laugh!
And those little sweeties are the Dove Award winners!(Dove chocolate that is)--- give 'em a piece for me!
Love,
Seti
Good for you, Addie. It's so funny that your total lack of control embarrassed him in front of, uhm, nobody. LOL
And your kids are just too cute. Such rhythm!
(Kind of fun to hear Mommy's voice, for the first time evah, too.:-)
You go girl! Shake that finger and sing that song. Oh to have been a fly on that wall! Turning the tables is perfect, but did he let you sit with him afterwards?
And the girls? Adorable.
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