Just to settle any arguments regarding the epic awesomeness of Aaron Rodgers I had to post this picture. Not only is he a Superbowl MVP Quarterback, he is a master of the photobomb (he is “sneaking” in between 73 and 36).
If you think that this might be some sort of one-time-occasion, check out this collage of him repeatedly bombing the pre-game team captains picture. He ‘bombed almost 30 pictures! Nice!
As the teenagers and adults at my church know, I enjoy a good photobomb as well:
In a discussion about JaQuan’s hairstyle I noticed a slight generational gap. Those of my general age-group thought that his hair Afro/Mohawk hairstyle was a “fro-hawk” but the teenagers seemed to think it was a “mo-fro.” What do you think?
This shot is a once and a lifetime moment caught on camera. But the best part of the shot is not even related to the golf but the most amazing real-life spectator in the background—toward the right of the gallery!
This is more bizarre than TLC’s obsession with little people. I wonder what the pitch was for a show entitled “Ferrets: The Pursuit of Excellence.” Is it too harsh to tell these people to get a real life?
As I was having breakfast with a friend on Monday we randomly began talking about that awkward moment in elementary school when you call your teacher “Mom.” We’ve all been there. I generally like to brag that few things embarrass me. In fact, only three moments of my life are what I consider genuine moments of embarrassment…
1. Wearing vomit-orange tights in a performance of “Merchant of Venice” in high school. I felt that people were just staring up my skirt tunic the entire performance. Thankfully, the silver lining to this cloud of embarrassment was the beginning of a long and enduring friendship with Ariel Adkins.
2. Having to kiss a classmate in a school play (I’m seated in the recliner center stage in the picture below). You would think from this list that high school theater was the most embarrassing possible experience. The fact is, I loved theater despite these few moments of awkwardness. Either way, I had to kiss a classmate (red dress in the picture below). The rehearsals were continually awkward and the performance proved even more uncomfortable with both my parents and her boyfriend (think burly, muscular football player) in the audience.
3. The king of all embarrassment was when I shattered a glass door by inadvertently walking through it at the house of a girl on whom I had a fairly serious crush. Needless to say, it did not help my chances with her or endear me to her father!