Grace should be my middle name.

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Sunday, September 11, 2005

Chances Are...

Chances are that if you know me in any real-life-way and aren't some internet stalker who doesn't comment on our little party, that you know of and probably have first-hand experience of me loosing things.

Yeah, you probably know it so well that you've either:

a) made fun of me for loosing stuff
b) had to spend 8 extra hour in a car, after having already spent 4 hours with me, because I left my keys at home
c) bought me one of those things from Brookstone where you can beep your lost keys because you were tired of waiting for me to find them
d) heard about the time I lost my dad's keys on the Rock n' Rollercoaster at Disney World
e) experienced the panic that ensues when I can't find something
d) know right off who my favorite saint in the whole world is

Yeah, I suck at loosing stuff. A lot. It hasn't really gotten me into a whole lot of trouble (except for that loosing keys on a roller coaster incident) because I always end up finding whatever it is. Which is, incidently, the reason St. Anthony is my all-time favorite saint. I have a theory that he really likes me too because he never fails. Ever. Keep up the good work, Tony!

Anyway, I know most of you have lost stuff too. Usually keys and cell phones are the big ones for me. I probably loose my keys about once a week for about 5 minutes and find them. Not completely ruining my day, but just making it start off all jittery. But things like shoes, belts, remotes, wallets, papers, pay stubs, and tickets should also be included.

Now loosing something important can really piss a person off. It's that feeling of, Dear-God-if-I-could-just-go-back-2-hours-ago-I-wouldn't-have-to-deal-with-this-horrible-feeling. Or that Dear-God-I'll-do-anything-if-only-you'd-give-me-a-little-hint-of-where-they-are-or-at-least-peace-of-mind-that-I-will-find-it-soon feeling. Yeah, you know those feelings. They can completely ruin a day that had been completely brilliant in every way.

Yeah, that happened to me today. I had a great day, teaching children all about Roy Lichtenstein - a lesson that was pretty darn good the first time, but after teaching it a few times, I'm AWESOME at. Kids were nice, asked good questions, worked hard and were pleasant.

And then around 1pm, I was feeling good, taking on new projects, excited about life and ready for a nice lunch and 2 more breezy classes, I realized that I wasn't sure where a $200 check with my name on it was. This particular $200 check was especially cool because it was a donation from parents for my class in particular. That means, they chose ME out of all 8 or their kid's teachers and gave ME $200. I hadn't even asked for it! And it was gone. And the bad thing was that I had already written the Thank-you-note and given it to the assistant principal. So there was no way out. I was a bad teacher and I lost the check.

So, I ransacked my room, went through the garbage cans THRICE - and turned everything upside down. And in an art room, garbage cans are pretty darn gross. It wasn't there. I told myself that it was either thrown away yesterday, stolen off my desk, or perhaps it could have been left at home last night. I spent the 10 minute car ride home stressed beyond belief that I'd have to go to the principal and tell her that I'm retarded and shouldn't be trusted with checks, and probably not with small children either.

My boyfriend has told me that I'm sort of funny because I don't stress out about lost items or things like that until they're gone. I'm all laize faire and in control about life and then I realize it's lost and BOOM - panic time. Whereas, he stresses beforehand in order to keep his crap together and unlost. Yeah, that's a totally foreign concept around these parts.

But, as I'm sure all of you know, one of the best feelings in the whole world is finding that extra special important and lost thing. Which I did. As soon as I walked into my bedroom.

I truly almost felt that St. Anthony was teaching me a lesson of responsibility today. But he came through. Thank goodness!

Now, I'd better get going and go deposit a check...


Blogger Mark Potes said...

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5:20 PM  
Blogger Beatrix Kiddo said...

Your firstborn son is totally going to be named Anthony. I mean, you totally owe it to the saint.

11:56 AM  
Blogger Ruthie said...

Well, since you are such a pro at losing things, you should know that "lose" is spelled with only one "o." Yes, the spelling nazi is back in action.

2:22 PM  
Blogger Earnest said...

you should do the fish art thing...then the garbage can would be really rank!!! they'd smell like my freezer right about now!

10:45 PM  
Blogger Grace said...

I'm really sorry about the "loose" and "Lose" mix up. I'm a bad, bad speller.

PS. They don't allow teachers to use actual animal parts these days. Though, you can order rubber fish for that project. Just to keep things sanitary, you know.

5:58 PM  

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