Thursday, December 14, 2006

Live and laugh and pass it on

Do you ever have those moments when you want to be really embarassed or mad about something, but you know you should really just laugh it off? The way it always happens with me is that someone else is trying to get me to shrug it off and I get annoyed because I want my time to be mad about it first. I learned this the hard way from my dear friend Liz.

I distinctly remember our fight right after my glasses flew off my face on a roller coaster at Six Flags. We must have been in Junior High. I was ticked and I knew my parents would be ticked. I wanted my time to fume and blame someone (besides myself, of course). But Liz, who has always been very level-headed, was convinced that there was nothing we could do about it and that we might as well laugh, especially since immediately beforehand we had had a conversation about how not to lose our glasses on the Iron Wolf. And of course, her glasses were tightly clutched in her fist the entire time and survived the ride. She was right, they were gone; I never saw through them again. Why did I reserve the right to be mad when I knew eventually I would have to laugh about the irony of the incident?

I was reminded of this and heard Liz's effervescent cackling in the back of my mind today when I drove away from my house with a box on the roof of my car. I almost wish someone else could have seen it so I could have heard their laughing. I'm laughing now. Thanks Liz!


Sarah said...

Yeah!! I'm so glad you are blogging! If you don't mind, I'm going to link your blog to mine so it looks like I have friends :)

I totally know what you are talking about here. Poor Adam deals with my "I just want to be mad" moods all the time. It's not fair to him, but I just can't kick the habit.

Kristine said...

Welcome to the blogging world. It is slightly addictive though, just so I feel that I have done my duty and forewarned you.

I found you through Sarah's blog, and just wanted to say...glad you are here.

Do you think it would have helped the situation at all if you had have found your glasses, frames bent and lenses crushed? Gotta love that Liz...and the fact that even now, she makes you think twice about your anger!

Just out of curiousity, what was in the box?

Jenny said...

It was my mother-in-law's christmas package on the way to the post office! Picture me walking out to my car, baby under one arm, diaper bag in another, and a huge box balanced somewhere in between...I was so anxious to put something down, it's no wonder!