No really, I am. And it's OK because it keeps life very interesting (just ask my husband).
Let me share with you this week's examples (so far)...
Last Sunday I took both the girls to the Chinese church. Lucy went into her class (English) while Macy and I sat in the main service (which was in Chinese). All was perfect for everyone involved. Well, except me, who didn't understand a lick of it. No biggie. As I attentively observed my surroundings(paying close attention to know when to stand, bow my head, etc...always about 15 seconds behind everyone else but no one seemed to notice), I looked around at all the beautiful Chinese faces. Then all of a sudden I noticed a white guy sitting in the back row. What the heck? I'll just tell you flat out, I was a little miffed because frankly, I like being the only white person there. I guess that's sort of prejudice but it is what it is.
Anyway, after the service I was talking to some new friends and the "white guy" came up to me (kind of interrupting, which added to my annoyance) and said something to me that was completely foreign sounding. I quickly surmised that he was speaking Chinese, and as much as I'd like to pretend that I am, in fact, Chinese (or at the very least, speak it), I didn't have a clue what he said. I responded quickly with, "I don't speak Chinese." He gave me the strangest look...with a long pause. I then graciously (or so it seemed) turned back towards my friends and continued our conversation and the man walked away.
Wow, that sure was weird.
But later as I played the scenario over again in my mind, the thought came to me...what if he was speaking English to me (hence his long confused pause), and it just didn't register in my brain (you know, when someone says something fast and it takes you a minute to figure out what they said?)...and I responded prematurely with, I don't speak Chinese??
So now I'm left with, either the guy really was weird or now the only other white person in the all-Chinese church thinks I'M a weirdo.
That's just dandy, either way. :/
And if that's not enough, Wednesday night, long after I had drifted off to sleep, Lucy woke up crying (as she often does). I got up (this routine is something I can do in my sleep, or so I thought) to check on her, and quickly shuffled across our room, not noticing a single thing (or the extreme darkness). I had no idea our bedroom door was closed, nor did I even take precautions in case it was. I walked (more like trotted) smack into our door. Not, a bump into it...I slammed, face first, into our door.
Dork?
Affirmative.
21 comments:
Oh Sweet Lori.....If you see that guy again, just offer him a hand in friendship. He just caught you in an off moment. It happens....he may have very interesting stories to share.
Ouch with the door.......this week we were at the library....Jami was on the verge of a meltdown & Lindsi was being my super - uber helper. She put the books up to the counter (we get 25-30 at a time), then repacked them into our library bags. We got ready to leave, I readjusted Jami, grabbed the heavy bags of books, swung them onto my shoulder & smacked Lindsi right in the head. What a dork! Uggg.....
Ouch! I hope you have a great weekend!
Gayly
Okay, I am seriously laughing right now, you are too funny.
yes, hopefully, he will be there again this week and you can actually find out his story... how cool!
hee hee, so sorry but you have feel better knowing this stuff happens to me all. the. time. you could take debbys advice and find the man and be nice, or you could take mine and hide from him forever. j/k Sorry a bout your crashing into the door. Hope your lovely nose isnt broken. Have a happy Friday.
oh boy! i think you need your own reality show!
Bwhahahahahahah!
So glad my students are at their related arts class! I am laughing outloud here!!! I especially love the church story! (Maybe because I can relate too well w/the Lucy story! hehe) I could totally envision it!
You, my friend, make me laugh. Thank you!
You know it could be that this man was born and raised in China and only speaks Chinese. He could be American/Chinese. Wouldn't worry about it, though. Funny story.
hahahahahah----that is so something I would do...that must be me a dork too!!! Are you sure we weren't meant to be sisters????
LOL
You made me smile this morning. :-)
LOL oh my so sorry about slamming into the door. (I've done things like that, too- but don't tell anyone!)
Not a dork...well maybe we both are...done the same type of thing...talking to soon AND running into doors...bends the glasses
hahahaha! Oh my gosh, yes, I'll be frank, we're BOTH dorks, but hey, we're just cool like that!
It reminds me of this time I was really really sick and had just gotten home from a looong day of working at church and walked to my room. You know how sometimes, the door looks only MOST of the way shut, but you're sure it's open a tad? Yeah. It was closed. So tired was I that I totally walked into the door, fully expecting to to open. It didn't. I just walked into a shut door. But I was so sick, I unfortunately couldn't laugh at myself. I am now.
Yeah, we're just cool like that. :)
You crack me up!!
lori!!! your week sounds like mine!!! the other day, when i was walking down my outside stairs to go to work, they look a little slippery.... and down I went!!! I even had to get x-rays to see if i broken anything (thank God I didn't).... but let's say a sore and bruised tush isn't the best!!!!! =) i can laugh about it now! i hope your week gets better!
I slammed my head into a door jam once in the middle of the night and I seriously think it cracked my skull. :) No, seriously! My head hurt for three weeks.
About the guy...just pretend like it never happened and be really nice if you see him again. hehe
Dorks of the world...Unite! And I think maybe God was just trying to teach you a lesson with the white guy in the church. He's proably a super guy!
lol.
Poor guy. Poor you,too!
John sometimes calls me from work because he cannot communicate with the hispanic workers, and he has me talk to them. Once he called and he asked me to tell him what this guy was trying to tell him.
The guy gets on the phone and starts talking away and I had NO IDEA what he was saying!!
Well, when John got back on the phone, he wanted the translation. I told him I had no idea what he said and he was NOT speaking Spanish. He then realized he forgot to mention he spoke Portugese, which I understand just fine, unless I am not expecting it, and then I haven't shifted my mind into Portugese mode, and I am clueless. So maybe you were expecting Chinese and didn't get it that the possibility of English being spoken existed because your mind is trained as such.
I totally believe it.
But it is a funny story just the same!! I mean, in spite of it being a bummer. :)
And wOw, I'm sure the door woke you at!!
What a day!
At least you are not in denial, and that's great! ;) I think those of us who are a little dorky (myself included) simply make life more interesting -- or at least more entertaining -- for the rest of the world. ... or so I've been told!
All the best,
Nicole A. in OH
Thanks for the laugh!!!
great stories, you crack me up.
I agree, you need a reality show... so I can read the transcripts.
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