Well I am going to make a short story long...so bear with me.
Last year about this time I found a lump in my left breast. Now I have had a "doctors saying that you have cancer"...cancer scare that turned out to not be cancer so my tolerance for this subject is greater than most, and at the same time my respect for disease is also greater than most. So I trudged to the doctor to get to the bottom of it. He thought it was serious enough to send me to a breast surgeon...which I greatly appreciated since usually it takes a month of Sunday's to get through the red tape of insurance. So this not so stoic not very serious patient went off to the very stoic very serious breast surgeon and the conversation as I was lying naked on the examination table went like this:
Dr. F: ah yes I feel the lump
Me: (does he realize how silly I look lying here with a paper shirt) oh...
Dr. F: You have very lumpy breasts...do you realize that?
OK TIME OUT
After that question about a dozen responses went through my mind...I would now like to share a few with you. Keep in mind he is an uber stuffy doctor with NO sense of humor.
First One:
Dr. F: You have very lumpy breasts...do you realize that?
Me: Thanks for noticing
Second One:
Dr. F: You have very lumpy breasts...do you realize that?
Me: Well I have never touched another woman's breasts so I really don't have anything to compare it to.
Third One:
Dr. F: You have very lumpy breasts...do you realize that?
Me: Well I have never touched another woman's breasts...well unless you count that time in college when I had too much to...oh never mind.
TIME IN: Ok here is what I really said
Dr. F: You have very lumpy breasts...do you realize that?
Me: oh well no...(see I can be good)
Dr. F: Do you drink caffeine?
Me: Well only 3 shots of espresso a day...
Dr. F: No more caffeine for you...no soda, coffee, decaf (who knew decaf had caffeine), no chocolate...only herbal teas. Caffeine is linked to fibro-cystic breast disease...which you have.
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH No say it isn't so...how will I go on...how will I survive...GS just bought me a new coffee bean grinder and a new bag of oh so wonderful Starbucks coffee, and my shipment of Cinnamon Dolce Sugar Free syrup just came in...why me...why me.
now mind you the cancer scare completely left my mind and the thought of no caffeine was much worse than the possibility that I had breast cancer...how crazy is that???
...well he was pretty certain that I didn't have breast cancer...ok but NO CAFFEINE???
So after a week of complete and utter exhaustion, massive headaches, grouchyness...and the wonderful GS (who can't live without his pot of black coffee each morning and really can't function without ingesting that first cup) offering to never drink coffee again. I made it. I got over the needing caffeine.... and even without GS having to sacrifice anything.
Now what I miss the most is the actual taste. The going to a coffee shop for conversation over a hot cup of joe...is what I miss. I miss Starbucks iced venti non fat sugar free Cinnamon dolce lattes. And as silly as it sounds I miss fountain diet cokes...not many places have fountain drinks with caffeine free.
But I prevailed...I found that I like Starbucks iced venti passion tea with sugar free vanilla...and I found that hot tea lattes from Coffee Bean. I pushed on...I forged new loves...now they are not with the intensity of the old loves, but life does go on you know. Although nothing really replaced the Cinnamon Dolce iced latte...
until now...
So now the long story comes to an end...Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf has new iced tea lattes
...so today I sat down and stared one in the face...a Toffee Rooiboos iced tea latte, and I said "tea latte, just so you know you won't replace my cup of heaven known as the cinnamon dolce latte, but you have potential to fill this void in my life...now no pressure, but I am counting on you."
...I stared...
...I slowly sipped...
and I really liked it...I think I have filled the hole in my drink obsession...
....maybe there is hope for a happy life yet.
P.S....not to disappoint, but there was no time in college when I had too much...but you probably already knew that.
More Later.
-A Ro
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I'm Back...I know you missed me
Hi...well there is no excuse for my lack of blogging. But I am gonna try...my daughter had strep throat the week I got back from OK...and I had my spring choral concert that week too...then I got sick, really am sick. I have this head cold that just won't go away. So there...take it or leave it.
I know really no excuse.
So today is St. Patrick's Day, and I do have my green shirt that I purchased at Target for $4.00. I played the game and am wearing green, although I am pretty sure no one would dare pinch me...but I am not taking any chances.
Now before I continue I need to put out a disclaimer...
...I have nothing against the Irish...there I said it.
However...
Why is it that we all put on shirts that say "Kiss me I'm Irish" when clearly most of us aren't. Why do we plunk down the bucks to buy those $4.00 target shirts, and those Old Navy ones, that not only are green but have the date on them so you can't even wear them again...OK so I do wear them again...can you blame me? Then there are all the foods that people turn green. Now I don't know about you but my mom taught me that usually when food that isn't normally green...suddenly is green...it shouldn't be eaten. But somehow on March 17th we eat green bagels, green eggs, green pancakes, and drink green beer...there is just something so wrong about that. Kindergartners make leprechaun catchers and look for gold at the end of rainbows...just one more thing that will crush them later in life when they realize that they just aren't real.
In summary: For people who are Irish... I say CELEBRATE...drink your green beer, eat your green bagels, wear "Kiss Me I am Irish" shirts (because you ARE Irish).
For those of us who are not...be respectful observers of this holiday. Don't drink yourself into oblivion claiming that you are Irish just because you wear green, eat green food, and can put away the Guinness.
OK...I know no one wants to get pinched...so wear the green, but just not the Erin Go Braugh shirt...cause admit it...you have no idea what it means.
Things I have Noticed (for the past couple of weeks):
1. Sexual Harassment seminars can give you vital information if you can get over watching your peers act out those high-larious vignettes.
2. GS is such a great dad.
3. There are just some people who are never happy no matter what.
4. My students are great...they work so hard and really know how to put it all together.
5. Sarah and Justin are really great kids.
6. I hate being sick...really hate it.
7. How can a sweet little girl have strep throat when her throat doesn't even hurt? Go figure.
8. I missed blogging...and missed reading the blogs I follow. Better get cracking.
Things I am Thankful For:
1. My sweet strep throat girl.
2. My growing up little boy.
3. GS and his kids.
4. Great colleagues who allow me to stay home when I am sick.
5. Spring Break...only two weeks away.
More Later
- A Ro
I know really no excuse.
So today is St. Patrick's Day, and I do have my green shirt that I purchased at Target for $4.00. I played the game and am wearing green, although I am pretty sure no one would dare pinch me...but I am not taking any chances.
Now before I continue I need to put out a disclaimer...
...I have nothing against the Irish...there I said it.
However...
Why is it that we all put on shirts that say "Kiss me I'm Irish" when clearly most of us aren't. Why do we plunk down the bucks to buy those $4.00 target shirts, and those Old Navy ones, that not only are green but have the date on them so you can't even wear them again...OK so I do wear them again...can you blame me? Then there are all the foods that people turn green. Now I don't know about you but my mom taught me that usually when food that isn't normally green...suddenly is green...it shouldn't be eaten. But somehow on March 17th we eat green bagels, green eggs, green pancakes, and drink green beer...there is just something so wrong about that. Kindergartners make leprechaun catchers and look for gold at the end of rainbows...just one more thing that will crush them later in life when they realize that they just aren't real.
In summary: For people who are Irish... I say CELEBRATE...drink your green beer, eat your green bagels, wear "Kiss Me I am Irish" shirts (because you ARE Irish).
For those of us who are not...be respectful observers of this holiday. Don't drink yourself into oblivion claiming that you are Irish just because you wear green, eat green food, and can put away the Guinness.
OK...I know no one wants to get pinched...so wear the green, but just not the Erin Go Braugh shirt...cause admit it...you have no idea what it means.
Things I have Noticed (for the past couple of weeks):
1. Sexual Harassment seminars can give you vital information if you can get over watching your peers act out those high-larious vignettes.
2. GS is such a great dad.
3. There are just some people who are never happy no matter what.
4. My students are great...they work so hard and really know how to put it all together.
5. Sarah and Justin are really great kids.
6. I hate being sick...really hate it.
7. How can a sweet little girl have strep throat when her throat doesn't even hurt? Go figure.
8. I missed blogging...and missed reading the blogs I follow. Better get cracking.
Things I am Thankful For:
1. My sweet strep throat girl.
2. My growing up little boy.
3. GS and his kids.
4. Great colleagues who allow me to stay home when I am sick.
5. Spring Break...only two weeks away.
More Later
- A Ro
Sunday, March 8, 2009
So Much to Say
OK there are some days when I can hardly think of things to say but today...so much to say. I am sure it is because I didn't get to blog yesterday about my final day at the conference and traveling home...so I guess we shall get started no?
Yesterday was the last day of my conference and I really had a good time. I went to this little brewery for lunch before I needed to go back to hotel get my stuff and get in the much anticipated taxi ride home. So I sit down in the bar area...yes by myself...and notice two gentlemen sitting at a table just across the bar...close enough to see me but far enough away for me to not hear what they are saying. Well half way through my lunch and a few odd glances I realized that I know this guy. He was the choral director at the university where my ex used to work in Arkansas. Now here is my immediate dilemma. I think he recognizes me and we did hang out together with his wife often, but I hadn't seen him since we moved...6 + years ago. So, of course, the rest of my lunch is pretty much ruined because the only thing I could think about was how to handle leaving without saying hi because I would have to pass his table to leave the restaurant. Well I decide that I am just going to go up to him and stick out my hand and say hello...I know what you are saying "who are you and what have you done with my A Ro". Well that is all fine and dandy but as I get up to gather my stuff and hop down off of the bar stool I was sitting on I hit the end of my knife on my plate (teeter totter style) and it goes flying across the bar almost hitting the guy at the next table but the most embarrassing thing was the "KLANGITY KLANG KLANG...KLANG...KLANG...(wait for it) KLANG" as it bounces across the wooden floor. I thought I was gonna die. Well the good news is that I went up shook his hand and had a nice, but thank goodness short, conversation.
...I just hope he didn't notice that my heart was beating out of my chest and i was shaking...geez.
So I go back to the hotel to get my bag and have the hotel call me a taxi...easy enough. I go to the front desk and ask for a taxi and the guy says...and I swear it was in slow motion like the movies..."Hey these two ladies are going to the airport too would you like to share a taxi with them"...I am so sure the look on my face was horrifying because they both look at me and give me major looks of encouragement. So I am about to face my worst fears...small talking while riding in a taxi....AHHHHHH but it does get worse...I know you are thinking how can it get worse...I HAD TO SIT IN THE FRONT SEAT.
...see I told you.
Things I Noticed:
1. The airlines have this thing where when you board the plane if you are "Super platinum, gold bonded, executive bathroom, I am so important" first class you get to walk on a 4 foot red carpet as you go to the the boarding pass taking lady. C'mon are you serious?? I would feel like such a fool walking on the red carpet. Ok I understand they paid god knows too much money for a plane ticket, and they should be able to board the plane first, but do they REALLY need to walk on a red carpet...PUHLEASE
2. They also have this new section of the plane: Economy first class, I believe...looks real similar to the seat I have but i guess not. On this plane last night the "regular joes like me's" section was packed full and the economy first class had about 8 people in it, but the odd thing was that the 6 exit row seats were just in front of me and two of the rows were empty and the other two rows had one person in them each, and they both were very elite older women, you know the kind who think that the rule about cell phone usage, sitting down in your seat before we can leave, and making sure all of the Gucci luggage is properly stowed, doesn't apply to them. Now I was thinking do I really want those two to be the only two that have to figure out how to get all the 100 or so people behind them off this plane??? Needless to say I was a little worried. I just think that the people I want to be sitting in those rows are the people who wouldn't pay extra money for a little more leg room and who would save me before their matching Prada bags...I'm just say'in.
3. I love those kind of moments that you will remember forever. Today sitting in Disney Concert Hall watching my son play the cello with this amazing youth orchestra really struck me hard. I had tears streaming down my face and goose bumps the entire time. It was truly a moving and surreal experience.
Yesterday was the last day of my conference and I really had a good time. I went to this little brewery for lunch before I needed to go back to hotel get my stuff and get in the much anticipated taxi ride home. So I sit down in the bar area...yes by myself...and notice two gentlemen sitting at a table just across the bar...close enough to see me but far enough away for me to not hear what they are saying. Well half way through my lunch and a few odd glances I realized that I know this guy. He was the choral director at the university where my ex used to work in Arkansas. Now here is my immediate dilemma. I think he recognizes me and we did hang out together with his wife often, but I hadn't seen him since we moved...6 + years ago. So, of course, the rest of my lunch is pretty much ruined because the only thing I could think about was how to handle leaving without saying hi because I would have to pass his table to leave the restaurant. Well I decide that I am just going to go up to him and stick out my hand and say hello...I know what you are saying "who are you and what have you done with my A Ro". Well that is all fine and dandy but as I get up to gather my stuff and hop down off of the bar stool I was sitting on I hit the end of my knife on my plate (teeter totter style) and it goes flying across the bar almost hitting the guy at the next table but the most embarrassing thing was the "KLANGITY KLANG KLANG...KLANG...KLANG...(wait for it) KLANG" as it bounces across the wooden floor. I thought I was gonna die. Well the good news is that I went up shook his hand and had a nice, but thank goodness short, conversation.
...I just hope he didn't notice that my heart was beating out of my chest and i was shaking...geez.
So I go back to the hotel to get my bag and have the hotel call me a taxi...easy enough. I go to the front desk and ask for a taxi and the guy says...and I swear it was in slow motion like the movies..."Hey these two ladies are going to the airport too would you like to share a taxi with them"...I am so sure the look on my face was horrifying because they both look at me and give me major looks of encouragement. So I am about to face my worst fears...small talking while riding in a taxi....AHHHHHH but it does get worse...I know you are thinking how can it get worse...I HAD TO SIT IN THE FRONT SEAT.
...see I told you.
Things I Noticed:
1. The airlines have this thing where when you board the plane if you are "Super platinum, gold bonded, executive bathroom, I am so important" first class you get to walk on a 4 foot red carpet as you go to the the boarding pass taking lady. C'mon are you serious?? I would feel like such a fool walking on the red carpet. Ok I understand they paid god knows too much money for a plane ticket, and they should be able to board the plane first, but do they REALLY need to walk on a red carpet...PUHLEASE
2. They also have this new section of the plane: Economy first class, I believe...looks real similar to the seat I have but i guess not. On this plane last night the "regular joes like me's" section was packed full and the economy first class had about 8 people in it, but the odd thing was that the 6 exit row seats were just in front of me and two of the rows were empty and the other two rows had one person in them each, and they both were very elite older women, you know the kind who think that the rule about cell phone usage, sitting down in your seat before we can leave, and making sure all of the Gucci luggage is properly stowed, doesn't apply to them. Now I was thinking do I really want those two to be the only two that have to figure out how to get all the 100 or so people behind them off this plane??? Needless to say I was a little worried. I just think that the people I want to be sitting in those rows are the people who wouldn't pay extra money for a little more leg room and who would save me before their matching Prada bags...I'm just say'in.
3. I love those kind of moments that you will remember forever. Today sitting in Disney Concert Hall watching my son play the cello with this amazing youth orchestra really struck me hard. I had tears streaming down my face and goose bumps the entire time. It was truly a moving and surreal experience.
Andrew, Me, and Bella at Disney Concert Hall after the performance.
Things I am Thankful For:
1. An amazing, moving, goose bump experience today.
2. Arriving home safely...and there were moments I wasn't so sure.
3. GS for coming all the way to LAX very late at night to get me after a long day of controlling airplanes himself.
4. The ability to get up this morning and run 5 miles despite jet lag and daylight savings time.
5. My two beautiful children
More later
- A Ro
Friday, March 6, 2009
My Trip to Oklahoma Part III - Day 2 Conference
Day 2 of the conference was very enjoyable for me. For one thing I got to shake hands and meet one of my favorite choral conductors who I admire so very much...James Jordan. It was a real thrill. I also attended a session that I really enjoyed...I love getting practical things that make me a better teacher...I also took a nap...that is just something that I don't ever get to do. It was nice. I also had dinner with GS's sister, and we went to a very good Mexican restaurant and then to a worship concert hosted by my conference.
Here we are...geez do I have a big forehead or what.
Things I Noticed Today:
1. Why do hotels have ice machines on every floor?...I just don't get it. They give us all an ice bucket in each room and an ice machine on each floor. Why?? Are we supposed to make and serve martinis? Why ice? Why not a water machine?...I'm just say'in.
2. I avoid people like the plague...not sure why. I meet people and say hi and have a short conversation and then if I see them again...I avoid them...I know call me coo-coo birds.
3. I am getting better at eating alone...I don't feel so crazed about it...yea me.
4. I don't think at the concert tonight that I could have handled one more song with a text in Latin...geez those people are long winded.
5. I realize that I just love naps...uh oh I'm in trouble.
6. I like being alone in a hotel room, but I really miss GS, Isabella, and Andrew...and Maggie of course.
7. I am dreading the getting back home part of my trip tomorrow. Taxi, people on airplanes, and just a general day of travel and then comes the jet lag...oh woe is me.
8. I am right about certain things...and this conference made me realize that. Sometimes people higher up than me are just plain wrong.
Things I am Thankful For:
1. Great dinner, good concert, and great company.
2. Being validated.
3. My adorable Bella the chimney sweep, and my upper school chorus for cheering her on in my absence.
4. A great opportunity in this trip.
5. For my school for sending me here.
More Later
- A Ro
Thursday, March 5, 2009
My Trip to Oklahoma Part II - The Conference
It is show and tell time...
There really is a Starbucks on every corner...thank goodness!!!
Kind of blurry, but Bricktown is an awesome place in OKC...
My cool hotel...Courtyard Marriott...$300 a room...thank goodness for ACDA discount.
Really good spaghetti...I was proud of myself...I really wanted the 15 layer lasagna, but got the spaghetti with marinar sauce...yea me.
Something about a hotel bed is so nice...if you forget that other people have slept there...yikes I think I'll sleep on the floor tonight.
Here is the conference arches and those are my new friends...
...not really I don't have any new friends....
There really is a Starbucks on every corner...thank goodness!!! 
Kind of blurry, but Bricktown is an awesome place in OKC...
My cool hotel...Courtyard Marriott...$300 a room...thank goodness for ACDA discount.
Really good spaghetti...I was proud of myself...I really wanted the 15 layer lasagna, but got the spaghetti with marinar sauce...yea me.
Something about a hotel bed is so nice...if you forget that other people have slept there...yikes I think I'll sleep on the floor tonight.I am so proud of myself...I got up to run, I only ran 4 miles, but it was really hot in the small workout room here at the hotel...I know no excuses...but I feel like I at least did something to help my goals out. I have been doing a good job of eating.
But the thing I am proudest about is the fact that I am doing so many things on my own...eating on my own...going to sessions and concerts on my own.
So I went to the Jazz concert...and was planning on going to the reception...but I got to feeling like I didn't want to go alone. But gosh darn it I did it...
...hated every minute of it...but i did it.
The summation of my day...riding on the bus (nice bus with a video player) back to the hotel after the crappy reception...watching a dubbed version of "Paul Blart Mall Cop". English was coming out of their mouths...but there mouths weren't moving in the same direction....
weird day...
More later
-A Ro
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My Trip to Oklahoma Part 1 - The journey
I hate to travel...it isn't something I dread, but when I am doing it I am constantly thinking that I really am not having any fun. The only thing I really like is sitting at the airport...watching people. So as I am, now, sitting in my hotel, done with travel, ready for a great experience at my convention, I decide to do another list...(as you know how much my life revolves around lists)
Things I Hate About Traveling - Chronological order - Please keep in mind this does not include the stress of planning to travel...that is in an earlier post.
1. 2:30 - alarm goes off time to get up...getting up early sucks...getting stuck in LA traffic sucks more...especially if you are a worrier like me.
2. 3:30 - shuttle is supposed to be here...it is not...did I mention that I am a worrier?
3. 3:45 - shuttle comes and there are already three passengers on the van plus the driver. We sit in complete silence for the 40 minute ride. By silence I mean no talking...the Muzak radio was all anyone could hear...and my favorite was the alto saxophone version of "I Will Survive". It was so hard for me to sit there in silence especially when two of the men sneezed and I wanted to say "Bless You" but that might have opened up a big ol can of "needing conversation" worms and I don't think that any of us could have handled that at 3:45 am. But my mind does start to wander...I think things like what if I were to just turn around and yell "Boogedy Boogedy Boo"
...don't worry I didn't.
4. 5:00 am - I finally get through security...and let me tell you that is a whole 'nother Oprah for me...grouchy people waiting in line...feeling like you can't get your crap in the bins fast enough for the people behind you...taking your shoes off and holding your breath as you walk through the metal detector and the panic you feel while you are trying to gather your crap fast enough for the people behind you...geez.
5. 5:15 sitting at the gate with my Starbucks iced tea...now the worrying begins for me...I worry about not finding a place to put my carry on suitcase...I realize this is soooo crazy, but the first thing I check is what group I am in...so I know if I board towards the beginning or towards the end...this flight I am group number 3...towards the end...
...I know I need to call my therapist.
6. 6:00 - finally on the plane...don't worry I got my suitcase into a spot...whew. However watching people putting stuff in the overhead really makes me wonder about the human race. Some people just don't know how to fit things into spaces with any sort of intelligence. It isn't hard people...
7. 6:00 - 12:15 - Having to sit with people and make small talk...AAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHH. I just hate being so superficial. I really think that is it...I hate small talk chit chat. I hate doing it, and I hate listening to other people do it...I love talking to people I know really well, and no one would ever label me as shy...just don't like it.
8. 12:15 - The ever so dreaded taxi ride...'nuff said.
9. I guess just being by myself...eating by myself...sitting by myself...I really need to be better at that...I will try to really enjoy this.
10. Missing my kids and Bella being sick...geez feeling bad for John...even though I have done it numerous times before having a sick kid with no help...sucks living so far away from family, you have to depend on others...not good at that either.
I've got good news and bad news...
Bad News first - I have to do this again on Saturday
Good News - I won't blog about it...
More later -- Pictures and conference stories...I'm sure something crazy or weird will happen, although we are talking about choir directors...
- A Ro
Things I Hate About Traveling - Chronological order - Please keep in mind this does not include the stress of planning to travel...that is in an earlier post.
1. 2:30 - alarm goes off time to get up...getting up early sucks...getting stuck in LA traffic sucks more...especially if you are a worrier like me.
2. 3:30 - shuttle is supposed to be here...it is not...did I mention that I am a worrier?
3. 3:45 - shuttle comes and there are already three passengers on the van plus the driver. We sit in complete silence for the 40 minute ride. By silence I mean no talking...the Muzak radio was all anyone could hear...and my favorite was the alto saxophone version of "I Will Survive". It was so hard for me to sit there in silence especially when two of the men sneezed and I wanted to say "Bless You" but that might have opened up a big ol can of "needing conversation" worms and I don't think that any of us could have handled that at 3:45 am. But my mind does start to wander...I think things like what if I were to just turn around and yell "Boogedy Boogedy Boo"
...don't worry I didn't.
4. 5:00 am - I finally get through security...and let me tell you that is a whole 'nother Oprah for me...grouchy people waiting in line...feeling like you can't get your crap in the bins fast enough for the people behind you...taking your shoes off and holding your breath as you walk through the metal detector and the panic you feel while you are trying to gather your crap fast enough for the people behind you...geez.
5. 5:15 sitting at the gate with my Starbucks iced tea...now the worrying begins for me...I worry about not finding a place to put my carry on suitcase...I realize this is soooo crazy, but the first thing I check is what group I am in...so I know if I board towards the beginning or towards the end...this flight I am group number 3...towards the end...
...I know I need to call my therapist.
6. 6:00 - finally on the plane...don't worry I got my suitcase into a spot...whew. However watching people putting stuff in the overhead really makes me wonder about the human race. Some people just don't know how to fit things into spaces with any sort of intelligence. It isn't hard people...
7. 6:00 - 12:15 - Having to sit with people and make small talk...AAAAAHHHHHAAAAHHH. I just hate being so superficial. I really think that is it...I hate small talk chit chat. I hate doing it, and I hate listening to other people do it...I love talking to people I know really well, and no one would ever label me as shy...just don't like it.
8. 12:15 - The ever so dreaded taxi ride...'nuff said.
9. I guess just being by myself...eating by myself...sitting by myself...I really need to be better at that...I will try to really enjoy this.
10. Missing my kids and Bella being sick...geez feeling bad for John...even though I have done it numerous times before having a sick kid with no help...sucks living so far away from family, you have to depend on others...not good at that either.
I've got good news and bad news...
Bad News first - I have to do this again on Saturday
Good News - I won't blog about it...
More later -- Pictures and conference stories...I'm sure something crazy or weird will happen, although we are talking about choir directors...
- A Ro
Monday, March 2, 2009
Time Travel
Who knew Cher singing: "If I could turn back tahhooum" (translation if I could turn back time) would be so profound...but if you think about it who doesn't have those moments where we think if only I could be like superman and fly around the earth so it would rotate backwards and I could have a chance for a "do over"
This all came about yesterday. Andrew had a football game at noon and we were running a little early...(I know you are thinking what it wrong with this picture)...anyway they had just come from their dads and ate a very big breakfast (this sentence is justifing what I am about to say) so we decided to go get a little ice cream.
...well during the second half of the game the ice cream man came to the park and Bella's friend went to get ice cream...and I told Bella that she already had ice cream so she would need to pass on the ice cream man this time. She was fine with this.
...until
Her friend came back with a snow cone...to which Bella exclaimed "I LOVE SNOW CONES"...which she does. So she wished for the entire game that she hadn't gotten the ice cream cone but "saved" her sweet treat for the snow cone. She then told me that she wished there was a way to go back in time and be able to do things differently. The funny thing was that she was telling me this like I hadn't wished this a hundred times...a day.
This was so funny to me and made me think about this idea. There are so many things that I wished I had a "do over".
Now there are so many things that are just easy do overs. Like stopping at one piece of pie instead of two...not choosing to wear the too tight jeans hoping they will stretch...or that time you put your foot in your mouth when you told your boss "Hey my mom has that dress" or you got up to lip sync "I Kissed a Girl" at your faculty party...I know I know get over it...
But there are mistakes that are just meant to be mistakes. Things that we learn from. Like having your heart broken in so many pieces that it seems it will never be repaired only to have it put back together stronger than before. Growing stronger through battling a disease or a loss.
I think there is a good reason we don't have the ability to re-do some things. There are times when I was in the middle of a situation that if I had the magic re-do card I would have not seen it through, but looking back were life changing situations that made me who I am today.
I am also a perfectionist so I fear that I would have spent so much of my life re-doing things because really, even if we got re-dos it would never be as perfect as it is in our minds. We would spend our whole lives trying to be perfect instead of growing and living through our mistakes.
...but I do feel my daughters pain...choosing something that you thought you wanted and then to have the perfect thing show up right around the corner. I hope she remembers that mint chocolate chip ice cream is really good...but its no snow cone.
More later
-A Ro
This all came about yesterday. Andrew had a football game at noon and we were running a little early...(I know you are thinking what it wrong with this picture)...anyway they had just come from their dads and ate a very big breakfast (this sentence is justifing what I am about to say) so we decided to go get a little ice cream.
...well during the second half of the game the ice cream man came to the park and Bella's friend went to get ice cream...and I told Bella that she already had ice cream so she would need to pass on the ice cream man this time. She was fine with this.
...until
Her friend came back with a snow cone...to which Bella exclaimed "I LOVE SNOW CONES"...which she does. So she wished for the entire game that she hadn't gotten the ice cream cone but "saved" her sweet treat for the snow cone. She then told me that she wished there was a way to go back in time and be able to do things differently. The funny thing was that she was telling me this like I hadn't wished this a hundred times...a day.
This was so funny to me and made me think about this idea. There are so many things that I wished I had a "do over".
Now there are so many things that are just easy do overs. Like stopping at one piece of pie instead of two...not choosing to wear the too tight jeans hoping they will stretch...or that time you put your foot in your mouth when you told your boss "Hey my mom has that dress" or you got up to lip sync "I Kissed a Girl" at your faculty party...I know I know get over it...
But there are mistakes that are just meant to be mistakes. Things that we learn from. Like having your heart broken in so many pieces that it seems it will never be repaired only to have it put back together stronger than before. Growing stronger through battling a disease or a loss.
I think there is a good reason we don't have the ability to re-do some things. There are times when I was in the middle of a situation that if I had the magic re-do card I would have not seen it through, but looking back were life changing situations that made me who I am today.
I am also a perfectionist so I fear that I would have spent so much of my life re-doing things because really, even if we got re-dos it would never be as perfect as it is in our minds. We would spend our whole lives trying to be perfect instead of growing and living through our mistakes.
...but I do feel my daughters pain...choosing something that you thought you wanted and then to have the perfect thing show up right around the corner. I hope she remembers that mint chocolate chip ice cream is really good...but its no snow cone.
More later
-A Ro
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