This shows how observant I am

I honestly am not a very observant person. I don’t recognize details (unless they’re important to me), and I almost never notice anything. Maybe this explains why I made a blunder today.

We had our first “real” Track meet of the 2009 season today. I got up in the morning with almost everything ready, but I needed to grab my cross-country hoodie from the dryer. I wrote a note to myself and stuck it onto my mirror so I would remember to grab said hoodie from the dryer.

Okay, so I remembered just fine without the sticky note, and I went downstairs and pulled my hoodie from the dryer. I put it on over what I was wearing and went along my merry way. I got to school, wore the hoodie for a little while, then put it in my locker before heading off to Health.

For our Track meet, I put on my uniform, my sweats and the hoodie. The opposing team we were to run against arrived just as I was stretching my hamstrings on the steeple. I figured they would see my name on the back of my hoodie and try to swallow their fear. You see, most teams see me as a threat. I fought back a laugh as I pictured the reactions upon seeing my name. Then, I went along with the meet.

The 4X8 went rather well, if I do say so myself. I got a rather decent split time (2:33), and got our team the lead we needed. We won that one.

It was after the 1500 and before the 3000 that I got a clue to my blunder. The 200m races were going on, and all of the people on the infield were to be crouching down so the officials could see one another from across the way. I didn’t think I had to crouch down – I thought I was out of the way. The officials yelled out to me, and then yelled “Hey, JEEVES!” and then when that didn’t work, “GOWANDA!” and, believe me, I crouched. The thing is, I didn’t catch the “JEEVES!” comment at the time.

After the 4X4, I pulled my hoodie back over my head. Suddenly I noticed that there was a rip near a hood, and it made me really sad. The hoodie had taken me through years of running seasons, and there it was, falling apart. I had also noticed earlier that it seemed more stretched out than I remembered, but I figured I must have lost a little weight. (Haha…)

My friend dropped me off at the baseball field to join my parents, and I walked up to them and said: “after years of hanging in there, this hoodie is finally falling apart.” Then my dad sort of looked at me funny and said: “you do know that you’ve been wearing your brother’s cross-country hoodie this whole time, right?”

Suddenly, it hit me. Everything made sense.

His hoodie says “Jeeves” on the back, and I realized that that was what the official had yelled at me earlier. It was obviously stretched out because he’s a little bit bigger than I am, and lastly, I did remember that his hoodie had sort of been tearing near the neckline. I blushed, said: “that explains a lot!” and then flushed with more embarrassment because of my cocky thoughts about how my opponents must have been “swallowing their fear.” What a joke!

If I had taken one quick glance at the name on the back of the hoodie, I could have saved myself from this little “incident.” I bet my friends were all wondering why I was wearing my brother’s hoodie, but they never said a word. I guess this just goes to show how observant I really am.

Tales of the evil cupboard…RIP

The Death Cupboard has claimed yet another life. What is this Death Cupboard of which you speak, Emily? Well, the Death Cupboard is a rather handy storage unit located in our kitchen within the island… but it is known for taking lives one by one. Not human lives, but the lives of my beloved glass dishes and whatnot. RIP

You would think that we would have learned our lesson long ago when the first dish broke (I could not tell you what it was for the life of me) but alas, we did not. When retrieving an item from said cupboard, usually it is at the bottom of a rather hazardous-looking stack of glassware. Carefully, remove all items on top of desired piece, fish and hook said piece, and then return the stack of items to where they were, though they are usually shifted into a different position than before.

Now, for a half hour to an hour, the dishes that are stacked so dangerously will be fine. It’s when someone takes a heavy footstep or bumps into the island that the real danger begins. CRASH!!! Another dish gone “oh, f***!”

Gone is the threesome of nifty bowls in white and blue that came in handy for scrambled eggs and salads. All three, CRASH! Gone. (Not all in the same incident, though.) Ooops! Goodbye meatloaf/lasagna/chicken/et cetera/et cetera dish that was well loved by moi. No more cooking for you, poor littly dishy.

Yes, there has been many an incident where we have lost rather important ingredients to the recipe that is our kitchenware. Without all of the ingredients – guess what? The final product does not taste very good. We have replaced nearly everything (though we have yet to acquire another pretty threesome of bowls), but now after tonight we have yet another item to tack onto the very long list of cookware lost. Gone is our last white, round dish with the green pattern on it. RIP

Still, even after this breakage of glass, I am going to remain stacking the dishes into hazardous-looking piles. It’s the Death Cupboard’s signature look, even though it is proven to be dangerous.