One of my most favorite movies of all time is Father of the Bride. I love this movie for many reasons: Steve Martin (hilarious), weddings (my favorite), Diane Keaton (gloves, adore), and Franc (duh). My most favorite scene out of this movie is the one where George is sent to the store donning his way too tight tuxedo to get buns for hotdogs. He is already so frustrated that when he goes to by buns, he starts taking out the “extra” buns and only taking the ones he needs, and eventually gets arrested.
I understand his frustration in this situation. I know I know. The bun people got together with the hotdog people and said “let’s have fun with this shall we?” and from there our lives just got more and more difficult. I once sat down and figured out how many of each I would have to buy in order to get them to match up. Yes, I really did that. Luckily, it wasn’t but 3 packs of dogs and 2 packs of buns.
Last night we had hotdogs for dinner. I put all 8 hotdogs in the pot (in retrospect, yes I know, silly) and proceeded to cook the baked beans and fries. Everything was bouncing along just peachy when in walked Friend. Here’s how the convo went:
Friend- “is someone else coming to dinner?”
Me- “no why?”
Friend- “well I can only eat 2 hotdogs and I bet you only eat 1, and there are 8 in the pot”
Me- “oh well, I’ll just put them in the fridge”
Now at this point, I thought the picking on me was over. WRONG.
Friend- “wow we have a lot of buns”
Me- “that’s how they come, I can’t take out 4 buns just b/c I only have 8 hotdogs”
Friend- “well no, but they do make 8 packs of buns now, even 10 packs. But 12 is fine is guess”
Me- “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Ugh, go watch TV or something”
Ok, you all know I HATE being wrong. Did they come out with 8 pack buns and I completely missed it?!?
Of course, I want to come back with a rebuttal and tell him he’s wrong! But for some reason I feel I am probably going to be the wrong one. Darn!
We’re half way through the week! Do something nice for someone!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Day 3
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
I cannot thing of one specific thing I need to forgive myself for, b/c most things that I felt bad about doing or saying, I’ve probably already forgiven myself for b/c I hate living in the past. But are there a few things I wish I had done differently, you betcha! So instead, I’ll list those.
1. Being mean to my mom. Of course, we all lose our tempers at our moms at least once in a while. Sometimes when I was younger, I honestly believed my mom’s sole purpose in life was to embarrass me. Or tell me how to do s/thing “her way” when I thought my way was justfinethankyouverymuch! But when I was about 17, I turned into this different person. Not evil, yelly, screamer teenager, but the child who came in, went to my room, shut the door, and didn’t come out. I wanted nothing to do with any of family. All I wanted was to be alone. And all my mom wanted to do was help me and care for me, but I just ignored her. I know it broke her heart. I will never get that year back. I will always look back and wish I hadn’t been such a brat to her. But now, we’re best friends and she knows I love her.
2. Saying ugly things about people and having no remorse. Yes we all gossip, but I can remember saying things about someone that I didn’t “really” mean, but I said in anger and honestly didn’t feel bad about saying it at the time. I look back now on ways I hurt people inadvertently b/c it wasn’t necessarily what I said that was the worst; it was my sucky attitude about what I said.
3. No being a better student. I could have been a straight A student if I had tried. Now anyone that knows me very well knows that I didn’t really care about grades in college. I didn’t apply myself until the last minute, and then I was doggy paddling as fast as I could to keep my head above water. In the end, it worked out for me, but I think if I had of started out on the right foot, I would have done very well.
4. All the times I had the opportunity to help someone less fortunate than me, but didn’t. My mom will tell you I have a tender heart. I care about people. I can’t watch those “adopt a dog” commercials without crying. We once passed a homeless man holding a sign that just said “hungry”. We drove right by him standing in the rain and I started crying my eyes out. I made mom go to the McDonalds drive thru and get him a cheeseburger and apples. We took it back to him, drove right up, and handed it out to him. I felt so good about what I’d done. But now I think about all the people I’ve passed with those signs that I don’t help. I know, maybe he isn’t really hungry, or maybe if I gave him money he’d go out and buy drugs. But who am I to judge him? How many times a week do I go out to eat and spend $25 on a meal, when people all around me are starving?
So there you have it. Not a happy post, but I bet it’s one we all can relate to.
Much love!!!
I cannot thing of one specific thing I need to forgive myself for, b/c most things that I felt bad about doing or saying, I’ve probably already forgiven myself for b/c I hate living in the past. But are there a few things I wish I had done differently, you betcha! So instead, I’ll list those.
1. Being mean to my mom. Of course, we all lose our tempers at our moms at least once in a while. Sometimes when I was younger, I honestly believed my mom’s sole purpose in life was to embarrass me. Or tell me how to do s/thing “her way” when I thought my way was justfinethankyouverymuch! But when I was about 17, I turned into this different person. Not evil, yelly, screamer teenager, but the child who came in, went to my room, shut the door, and didn’t come out. I wanted nothing to do with any of family. All I wanted was to be alone. And all my mom wanted to do was help me and care for me, but I just ignored her. I know it broke her heart. I will never get that year back. I will always look back and wish I hadn’t been such a brat to her. But now, we’re best friends and she knows I love her.
2. Saying ugly things about people and having no remorse. Yes we all gossip, but I can remember saying things about someone that I didn’t “really” mean, but I said in anger and honestly didn’t feel bad about saying it at the time. I look back now on ways I hurt people inadvertently b/c it wasn’t necessarily what I said that was the worst; it was my sucky attitude about what I said.
3. No being a better student. I could have been a straight A student if I had tried. Now anyone that knows me very well knows that I didn’t really care about grades in college. I didn’t apply myself until the last minute, and then I was doggy paddling as fast as I could to keep my head above water. In the end, it worked out for me, but I think if I had of started out on the right foot, I would have done very well.
4. All the times I had the opportunity to help someone less fortunate than me, but didn’t. My mom will tell you I have a tender heart. I care about people. I can’t watch those “adopt a dog” commercials without crying. We once passed a homeless man holding a sign that just said “hungry”. We drove right by him standing in the rain and I started crying my eyes out. I made mom go to the McDonalds drive thru and get him a cheeseburger and apples. We took it back to him, drove right up, and handed it out to him. I felt so good about what I’d done. But now I think about all the people I’ve passed with those signs that I don’t help. I know, maybe he isn’t really hungry, or maybe if I gave him money he’d go out and buy drugs. But who am I to judge him? How many times a week do I go out to eat and spend $25 on a meal, when people all around me are starving?
So there you have it. Not a happy post, but I bet it’s one we all can relate to.
Much love!!!
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