RitchieWoman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ritchiewoman) wrote,@ 2004-03-17 00:35:00 |
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He Saved the Day
I talked to my nephew Jack today, for the first time since his out-of-town hockey tournament. Here's how it went down:
"Hi, Amy."
"Hi, Jack! I heard a story, and I wanted to tell you it."
"Oh, okay, alright. Go."
"It's about a hockey game. The score was 3-2, and 40 seconds before the game was ending, a player..."
"Actually, it was 30 seconds. 30 seconds. And the player was ME!!"
"The player shot the tying goal, keeping them from a loss!"
"Yeah, that was ME! And I SAVED the DAY!"
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There aren't many moments in one life where one can say, "I saved the day." I've been trying to think of the last time I saved the day, and I just draw a blank. I have no recollection of ever saving a day.
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So Jenny pointed out, that sometimes, I can be a brat. She said this after Jase and I had a big argument this weekend. We really haven't argued since moving to Seattle, but this weekend just blew up. Jen reminded me that Jase wouldn't be the Jase we know and love if he wasn't a stubborn jackass sometimes. And I wouldn't be the Amy we know and love if I wasn't a brat sometimes. My bratiness is definitely something I am working on.
Working together, living together, playing together. Most of the time it's great. Who wouldn't want to be with their best friend all day? But there are other days when he turns into the evil older brother, and he throws dimes at me, or pours coke on my head. And there are times I become the lecturing school marm, barking out orders and sighing LOUDLY when he doesn't complete them quickly enough. I realize that I would have made a horrible teacher - I have no patience at all, and I really get pissed off when Jase doesn't read my mind. Then I have to verbalize, which isn't any good at all. I got bratty and bitchy tonight. I feel bad now and though I have apologized, I will do so again here in public for all to hear. I'm sorry, Jase, that you are a stubborn jackass. Damn! there I go again with my brattiness! Really, Jase, I'm sorry.
Maybe tomorrow, I will save the day.
xoxo A.
I talked to my nephew Jack today, for the first time since his out-of-town hockey tournament. Here's how it went down:
"Hi, Amy."
"Hi, Jack! I heard a story, and I wanted to tell you it."
"Oh, okay, alright. Go."
"It's about a hockey game. The score was 3-2, and 40 seconds before the game was ending, a player..."
"Actually, it was 30 seconds. 30 seconds. And the player was ME!!"
"The player shot the tying goal, keeping them from a loss!"
"Yeah, that was ME! And I SAVED the DAY!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There aren't many moments in one life where one can say, "I saved the day." I've been trying to think of the last time I saved the day, and I just draw a blank. I have no recollection of ever saving a day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So Jenny pointed out, that sometimes, I can be a brat. She said this after Jase and I had a big argument this weekend. We really haven't argued since moving to Seattle, but this weekend just blew up. Jen reminded me that Jase wouldn't be the Jase we know and love if he wasn't a stubborn jackass sometimes. And I wouldn't be the Amy we know and love if I wasn't a brat sometimes. My bratiness is definitely something I am working on.
Working together, living together, playing together. Most of the time it's great. Who wouldn't want to be with their best friend all day? But there are other days when he turns into the evil older brother, and he throws dimes at me, or pours coke on my head. And there are times I become the lecturing school marm, barking out orders and sighing LOUDLY when he doesn't complete them quickly enough. I realize that I would have made a horrible teacher - I have no patience at all, and I really get pissed off when Jase doesn't read my mind. Then I have to verbalize, which isn't any good at all. I got bratty and bitchy tonight. I feel bad now and though I have apologized, I will do so again here in public for all to hear. I'm sorry, Jase, that you are a stubborn jackass. Damn! there I go again with my brattiness! Really, Jase, I'm sorry.
Maybe tomorrow, I will save the day.
xoxo A.
