Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Fault

I was grumpy yesterday and it showed in the posts that I tried to write. Actually, I wrote a nice little memory, and then lost it to cyberspace, which made me grumpier. I’m hoping to have a better attitude today.

Last week when I kept GBN1, we met Toby and Jesse for lunch. GBN1 did not finish her chicken-tenders basket and Jesse did not finish her chicken fried steak. We put all of the leftovers in a to-go box, and I put the box in the car, and strapped GBN1 into her "favorite seat." We took Toby back to his office where GBN1 insisted that she get to go inside and draw a picture on Crewcraw’s white board for his birthday. Who could turn that down? She drew a wonderful picture of a "vegetable tree," which included herself in the tree and Ranger, the rat terrier, sitting at the base of the tree barking at her. She went around the cubicles meeting and greeting Toby’s coworkers. Then we took our leave. When we got to the car, we discovered that Ranger, the rat, had eaten her leftover lunch – all except for the French fries, which were scattered over the backseat. It made GBN1 mad. She gave me a very serious look and said, "It is your fault, Booboo! You should have paid more attention." Her anger and logic made me laugh, and I said, "You should have eaten your lunch at the restaurant when you were suppose to eat it." She was indignant and reminded me several times that it was my fault. I just laughed and told her that it did not matter now; her food was still gone no matter whose fault it was.

It is funny how when something goes wrong, our first instinct is to blame someone other than ourselves. It was Toby’s fault Sunday when I was getting ready for church. He should not have put his Right Guard can on my side of the dresser when I wanted to put a little hair spray in my hair.


On a different note:
I have the TV on this morning in the other room to listen to the presidential inauguration stuff. Robin from GMA just interviewed three of the original Tuskegee Airmen from WWII. I think those men are the coolest!

5 comments:

Towanda said...

My TV is OFF today.

Buck said...

So Ranger's doing OK, then? I hope so...

I have the teevee on this morning, as well. There are some SERIOUS mixed emotions at play in El Casa Móvil De Pennington today... and they run the full gamut. Interesting times, these.

Bag Blog said...

Buck, Ranger is very fat these days.

My biggest problem with the ABC coverage is listening to Diane and Charlie mush and gush trying to come up with something profound as if they are going to go down in history as the world's greatest reporters. I just switched channels to see if some other news agency is doing a better job. So far I have also noticed that no mention of Obama's white grandmother has been made, but his father has been gushed over.

Dale said...

It could have been worse then the Right Guard in your hair. Toby could have used hairspray under his arms, and that my friend makes for a difficult situation!

Tuskegee Airman were and are a great group of Airman!!

Becky said...

The Right Guard in the hair made me laugh. It reminded me of an old college chum of mine who told me this story:

His mom used to keep windex in an empty nasal spray bottle in her purse. This was so she could clean her glasses easily. One day Brent heard her scream. He ran into the bathroom where she was bent over the sink in obvious pain. "What's wrong, Mom?" he asked.

She replied, "I just sprayed Windex up my nose!"

I still laugh about that!