The things we remember
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Not too long ago, my husband and I were having a late lunch at Joe's Crab Shack. If you've never been think casual dining, fun pictures laminated on top of each table, rolls of brown paper towels in lieu of napkins, a silver bucket for your shells, plastic sharks hanging from the ceiling… you get the picture. We were seated next to a row of tie-dye T-shirts. This reminded me of when I was in fifth grade. It was craft day and we were going to make our very own tie-dye T-shirts. I'd been waiting for this day for two years. Yep, TWO years. Ever since my sister came home with her amazingly bright tie-dye shirt.
It was finally my turn. I remembered to stuff my new white T-shirt into my backpack (no tie-dye socks because I forgot). I was all set. Only art was at the end of the day and it happened to be on a day when those in orchestra would normally get to leave early. (Ya, that right there is a little known fact about me; I played the viola for a year, but that's a whole different story for another day.) I had orchestra every week. Tie-dye day came once in a girl's grade school career. I figured when the announcement came over the loud speaker telling the students to get on the bus for orchestra practice I'd just pretend I didn't hear it. Miss the bus. Get to create a colorful shirt. Life was good.
My plan didn't take in account that my arch enemy had art with me. She was more than happy to scream out CHERIE IS IN ORCHESTRA. SHE HAS TO LEAVE. She then gave me one of those smug looks that lets you know she did it to be mean. I was too young to use profanity, so I made my meanest face and snarled at her as I trudge out of the classroom.
I never did like that girl. Do you know to this day I never got to make a tie-dye T-shirt? I don't even know why I still remember this. I wouldn't wear tie-dye now. But sitting in the restaurant surrounded by all the tie-dye shirts made me remember how much I was looking forward to that project.
I suppose I should forgive and forget, but considering how I still remember how awful I felt that day, I think it's safe to say that's just not going to happen anytime soon.
Have you ever wanted something really bad? You waited patiently for your turn only to have it snatch from your grasp moments before it was yours?
It's Omnific Publishing's Author! Author! Blog Bounce time.
Not too long ago, my husband and I were having a late lunch at Joe's Crab Shack. If you've never been think casual dining, fun pictures laminated on top of each table, rolls of brown paper towels in lieu of napkins, a silver bucket for your shells, plastic sharks hanging from the ceiling… you get the picture. We were seated next to a row of tie-dye T-shirts. This reminded me of when I was in fifth grade. It was craft day and we were going to make our very own tie-dye T-shirts. I'd been waiting for this day for two years. Yep, TWO years. Ever since my sister came home with her amazingly bright tie-dye shirt.
It was finally my turn. I remembered to stuff my new white T-shirt into my backpack (no tie-dye socks because I forgot). I was all set. Only art was at the end of the day and it happened to be on a day when those in orchestra would normally get to leave early. (Ya, that right there is a little known fact about me; I played the viola for a year, but that's a whole different story for another day.) I had orchestra every week. Tie-dye day came once in a girl's grade school career. I figured when the announcement came over the loud speaker telling the students to get on the bus for orchestra practice I'd just pretend I didn't hear it. Miss the bus. Get to create a colorful shirt. Life was good.
My plan didn't take in account that my arch enemy had art with me. She was more than happy to scream out CHERIE IS IN ORCHESTRA. SHE HAS TO LEAVE. She then gave me one of those smug looks that lets you know she did it to be mean. I was too young to use profanity, so I made my meanest face and snarled at her as I trudge out of the classroom.
I never did like that girl. Do you know to this day I never got to make a tie-dye T-shirt? I don't even know why I still remember this. I wouldn't wear tie-dye now. But sitting in the restaurant surrounded by all the tie-dye shirts made me remember how much I was looking forward to that project.
I suppose I should forgive and forget, but considering how I still remember how awful I felt that day, I think it's safe to say that's just not going to happen anytime soon.
Have you ever wanted something really bad? You waited patiently for your turn only to have it snatch from your grasp moments before it was yours?
It's Omnific Publishing's Author! Author! Blog Bounce time.
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