7 Things I really need to get the heck over

by Tracy on August 4, 2009

Or, you know how sometimes you say you should do something but never do it? Yeah, me too.

A picture of some kimchi I made two years ago. How do you illustrate need to get over-ness? You can't.

A picture of some kimchi I made two years ago. How do you illustrate need to get over-ness? You can't, so admire my kimchi.

1. One time in preschool I got a frownie face

We had to trace our hands then draw a watch on the wrist. I made my watch strap go across diagonally because it seemed like that would be really cool and colored the hand and wrist in rainbow stripes. The teacher drew a frownie face on it. I still do not know why. What, did she think I’d not observed over the years that most watches go straight across and most hands are flesh colored? Hello! Nobody told me not to do it, and as I completed the assignment and turned it in, I should have got FULL CREDIT not some bs editorializing about my aesthetic choices.

2. Speaking of intelligence

Once, I had to go to a psychologist for an evaluation because I was depressed, don’t want to get into that story now but when he left the room, I took a peek at what he’d written on the chart: “Intelligence: dull normal”. Damn, no wonder I was depressed, I was stupid for all these years and didn’t know it! That would make anyone kind of sad, I think. I want to go back to his office and show him my blog and say “Would a person who was both DULL and NORMAL be able to do this? Huh? HUH?!?!”

Can they commit you for doing that? If somebody tells me they can’t I am totally going back and doing it. Closure, I need closure.

3. My second son was a very cute, very blond baby

That’s not the problem, the problem was every day for the first two years of his life strangers on the street would run up to us and look at his platinum blond head and big blue eyes and say “Oh my goodness, he’s so cute! He must look like his daddy!”

Yeah, I know what they meant. Don’t care. 12 hours of back labor, even if his daddy’s name was Brad Pitt, I think I should get all credit for cuteness.

4. The monks never came for me

When I was a kid, I had this deep, instinctive feeling I was special. Then I heard about Tibetan monks going around looking for reincarnations of lamas and it all made sense. So I waited and waited and waited for them to come and take me away from a life of ordinary that clearly didn’t suit me and they never came.

They never came.

Tell me, how do you get over that?

5. This one time, on the hit tv series “That’s Incredible” a boy was on

They called him the smartest kid in the world. That pissed me right the heck off, because although I might not have been good at say math or reading or history or mechanical engineering, it didn’t really seem like this kid was all that much smarter than I was. Yeah, sure if I wanted to I could have learned all that stuff, but I believed children should enjoy their childhoods. Wise beyond my years, I was.

6. My dad and sister and brother made fun of me once

Well, actually it was a lot of times and usually my mother joined in, but this one time particularly stands out. I’d made a VERY PRIVATE tape recording of me practicing singing and my sister found it and played it for my dad and brother and they all laughed and laughed and mocked and mocked. You know what though? At least I was trying something, at least I was putting myself out there. I think they should confess that they’ve always admired my bravery and tenacity in some very loud and public way. Tracythebraveandtenacious.com is available and although I could mock them back if they put a One True Media style slideshow of my bravery and tenacity on there, I wouldn’t. I would be touched.

And avenged. But mostly it’s about the touching.

7. My mom spanked me once

For trying to make watermelon rind pickles in an old margarine tub like they did in Little House on the Prairie. I mean, I know they didn’t have margarine tubs back then, but I made do with what we had. I also didn’t realize you needed salt and vinegar to make pickles, so I just put them in there with some water and it all got rancidly moldy. So, I can understand why my mom was perturbed, but it seems to me she should have put that aside and took a moment to appreciate my can do pioneer spirit.

There’s a lot more, but these are the main ones. You can tell me what you need to get over in the comments, if you want. That’s if you aren’t too busy trying to head up the committee to give me the banquet I so richly deserve for overcoming so much.

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RC - Rambling Along... August 4, 2009 at 12:23 pm

Oh heavens… Now I may have to go and write a post about all the “crimes against me” I’ve endured.

And you know what, I still remember the first check-mark I received on a school paper. We had to find the words that began with a “d” and I didn’t mark the picture of the dress, since, in my family, it has always been pronounced more like “jress.” I was so angry at my parents and my older sister – and I still recall how the horror of getting that answer wrong. And yes, kindergarten was more than 30 years ago…

And the king & queen never came to get me, as I am a princess. I just know I am.
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Vered - Blogger for Hire August 4, 2009 at 12:58 pm

My little brother was a very cute, very blond baby. Every day for the first two years of his life strangers on the street would run up to us and look at him and say “Oh my goodness, he’s so cute!” while totally ignoring me, his four-year-old big sister.

See? I have issues too. :)
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JD at I Do Things August 4, 2009 at 4:20 pm

I love this post. You know, I, too, thought I was special as a kid. I remember very clearly, in kindergarten, imagining myself giving interviews as to how and why I was so smart and special. My explanation: “Everything was just all jumbled up in my head and then it fell into place.” But like your monks, the interviewers never came. I’m still waiting. I’ll NEVER get over it.
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Zeenat-Positive Provocations August 4, 2009 at 4:22 pm

And the Award for the most incredibly funny ‘whatthehecks’ goes to TRACY!!!!

This post was so funny…i giggled all through it..and kudos to your sense of humor girl!!! Where oh where did you get it frmm…pass some here too….;)
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kathryn August 4, 2009 at 5:34 pm

Honestly. I’m suck a knucklehead. I’m still stuck on the kimchi that you made 2 years ago that’s still in your fridge. Can you tell I don’t cook? I’m thinking, “Wow-I wonder what kind of preservatives you have to put in that baggie to make it last so long?” Then I had to immediately Google to see what the heck it was.
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absepa August 4, 2009 at 6:21 pm

What a great post idea. I’ll never get over being accused of talking during heads-down time in kindergarten. The trouble-making girl at my table actually did the talking, but the teacher in charge at the time was convinced that it was me. She made me sit in the corner for over an hour…and I cried for the rest of the day. My little spirit was just crushed. To this day, nothing honks me off more than being accused of something I didn’t do.
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CK Lunchbox August 4, 2009 at 6:31 pm

The monks coming for you because you were special? My mom told me to go outside and wait for this particular bus for the same reason.

and the kimchi reminds me of my first day in Seoul. Oh that was a good one.
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Tracy August 4, 2009 at 7:46 pm

Hi Princess RC! You reminded me of this other mom I used to know a long time ago. We were sitting at the playground and I cracked a joke about their being an answer key in one of my 4 year old’s workbooks. I mean, come on, right? And she looked at me in all seriousness and said “Well, sometimes you can’t tell what the things are, it could be a shirt or a blouse” (that’s not exactly what she said but this was ages ago)

And I asked her, seriously, it doesn’t matter, if you think it’s a shirt, and your kid thinks it’s a shirt, it’s a shirt. But she wouldn’t concede my point. I should look her up one day and tell her how much happier her life would have been, had she listened to me.

Hi Vered! That’s one of my pet peeves, when folks gush over babies but forget about the older siblings. Yeah, the baby is cute, but he also doesn’t understand a word coming out of your mouth! Give the big kids a compliment, they’ll appreciate it more.

Hi JD! You got to speak at Blogher so I don’t feel sorry for you! ;-P Although I would have been too terrified to do it. I’m making plans to go to NYC next year, will you be my lunch buddy? Maybe we could get discovered!

Hi Zeenat! Shucks, thanks. As you can see, I have to laugh or I would cry. Sniff.

Hi Kathryn! I’m afraid that kimchi is long gone. I just needed a picture and that kimchi brought back many happy memories. Sad, I know. My mom is coming to visit on Thursday so there will be lots more Korean food in this blog in the weeks to come.

Hi Absepa! Eeek! I’m mad for you! I was always the kid that would totally take the bait when some other kid was poking and I’d be the only one to get in trouble. To this day, I look askance at pokey-prodders. Askance!

Hi CK! I think I’ve mentioned this on the blog before, my mother’s nickname for me is Poor Cinderella. As in totally mocking me and my specialness.
When were you in Seoul? I was born there, I am proud to say I was the biggest baby in the hospital when I was born! In fact, I used to brag about it as a child.

Yeah, beginning to see why some of the other kids didn’t like me.

Susan @ Reading Upside Down August 4, 2009 at 8:05 pm

I think you are justified in having held on to your indignation and bitterness over these momentous events. You have my sincere sympathy and undying respect for your bravery overcoming these trials to move on with your life. :-)

My oldest son is very similar in appearance to my husband. I still get comments occasionally along the lines of “He’s so much like his dad. At least no-one will ever have to wonder who his father is.” So if he didn’t look like my husband they would be wondering? I’ve been married to the same man for 15 years now and we have three children.

Susan @ Reading Upside Down August 4, 2009 at 8:13 pm

I just tried to post a comment and it didn’t appear. I’ll try again and if it disappears again, you could find your blog on my list of emotionally scarring experiences. :-)

My older son looks a lot like my husband. I still occasionally get people commenting along the lines of “He looks so much like J. At least no-one will ever wonder who his father is”. I would hope that they wouldn’t be wondering anyway. I’ve been married to the same man for 15 years and we have 3 children.
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Barbara Swafford August 5, 2009 at 2:56 am

Hey Tracy,

I love #2 – dull normal. What’s that all about? Makes me wonder how he described his own personality.

When I was growing up, my siblings tried to convince me I was adopted. Matters got worse when my mother couldn’t produce a baby book (you know, last child – few or no photos). She finally showed me a copy of my formula record, but that didn’t convince me either. If only we would have had those at home DNA tests at that time….. To this day, I rub that story in the face of my siblings. Who’s sorry now? :lol:

Alisa Bowman August 5, 2009 at 4:16 am

Loved this, especially #4 because I used to think I was an angel sent from heaven to save all of the sad people in the world from their sadness. It was a big disappointment when I realized that I was only human and didn’t have wings attached to my back.

I mostly need to get over:

1. My 5th grade English teacher who told me that I could not write.
2. My anger at my little bro for sticking pencils in my stretch arm monster (like stretch arm strong but BETTER).
3. My older brother for finding my letters to my pen pal and reading them to every single kid in the neighborhood… when I was 13.
4. Various ex-boyfriends who, if females ran the world, would have been sentenced to castration by now.
5. Aging. I don’t like it, especially the wrinkles around my lips. I’m being all passive aggressive about them, talking about them behind their backs and all and saying snarky things about them. Because, you know, if you don’t like something, being passive aggressive about it always makes you feel better.
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Joyce August 5, 2009 at 5:59 am

Hi Tracy!
This post if so timely, I’ve been spending the last week feeling indignant about lots of things.

Anyway, I probably should get over this but I don’t want to – my little sister was a cute little kid with big poofy hair and crazy long lashes. Everybody (and I mean EVERBODY, including my relatives and parents) would run up to her and go on about what a cute little thing she was. And then totally ignore me (I hear you, Vered!).

So I moved away from my family…all the way to the other side of the world.

Tess The Bold Life August 5, 2009 at 7:44 pm

This is funnnnnyyyy! I was one of 10 kids. The only short one with straggly hair. I need to get over that…I just read you have 5 sons! Oh my…I had 4 girls. Grown now so I have all the time in the world.
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Tracy August 5, 2009 at 7:53 pm

Hi Susan! I don’t know what I dislike more when people make such a huge deal over children looking like their daddies so “He can’t deny that one!” or people who say rude things about the postman. Think people, think!

Hi Barbara! He really did have a very strange personality. Like I said, I was depressed and so probably wasn’t very sparkly, but sheesh. Maybe there is a good reason they usually don’t hand you your records to read.

Hi Alisa! Oh wow, I would have strangled my brother! I hope you’ve saved every embarrassing photo of him to post on Facebook.

Hi Joyce! You know it’s funny, all of my children have been exceptionally cute. Seriously. But #2 go so much more attention as a baby it wasn’t funny, I think there are just some traits in babies that make people go gaga.

Hi Tess! 10 kids, wow! Four girls must have been so much fun. I think I’d like to swap with a family of all girls for a week, just to see if it’s any different or not.

I admit, I’m so looking forward to them leaving the nest (sort of). I have this dream of eating an entire meal while it’s still hot and nobody begging for a bite, even though it’s the same food that’s on his plate.

supergranny August 6, 2009 at 5:41 pm

Tracy, you’re so cleverly goofy! I’m sure I’ve been ‘bruised’ so many times that I buried them all deep in my brain…what’s left? I don’t know…I do remember when I was young young that I could get people to laugh and I, right along with them. But then, I’m a Jimmy Buffett fan – ‘I’m growing older but not up’! Hope I can hang on to that part of my psyche.

Loved your post…

Cathy August 9, 2009 at 12:02 pm

I missed *one* day of school in first grade. Came back and we had to color a Thanksgiving drawing.

I made each tail feather a different color. Apparently everyone was told that was improper. I still remember being laughed at and picked on because I did not know.

I never missed another day of school- or work- since. I am one of those who comes in if sick. Now you all know why.

Tracy August 16, 2009 at 8:38 pm

Hi supergranny! Thanks!

Hi Cathy! Why on earth was that not okay? Ugh, I hate unnecessary rules about coloring. Pah. A pox on the color regulators!

Ronnie May 7, 2010 at 6:56 am

HAHA, I totally forgot about the discovered star search tryout tape! Thanks for making my day once again. Stcaey will get a kick out of it when I tell her, but Bubba is mostly grumpy these days. I bet if you recorded yourself singing on video it would cheer him up.

Ronnie May 7, 2010 at 12:56 pm

HAHA, I totally forgot about the discovered star search tryout tape! Thanks for making my day once again. Stcaey will get a kick out of it when I tell her, but Bubba is mostly grumpy these days. I bet if you recorded yourself singing on video it would cheer him up.

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