Monday, April 2, 2007
Never Underestimate The Power Of A Modifier
It feels like it has been so long since I have written...it is good to be back to the ol' blogging board. I was out Friday and Saturday on a field trip with Jack's class (which I mentioned earlier), and out for most of Sunday at church and at Jack's bible drill competition (which I also mentioned earlier). Today has been a good day of getting caught up on some things, going to the gym, celebrating passover with the family, and wrapping up work on a Christmas musical I have been working on for a couple of months. It feels so good for it to be done.
So, the field trip was great fun. The fourth graders from Jack's class went on a trip to St. Meinrad - a monastery in Southern Indiana. It was a very interesting trip to me. I loved learning more about the Catholic faith, and about the monastic tradition, neither of which I have had much experience with. The peacefulness of the lifestyle and the meneaningfulness of the traditions, practices and liturgies were appealing to me. Sometimes I think those of us who grew up with no liturgical background have missed out on a powerful practice. It was nice to join in for the weekend.
Can you pick my son out in this lineup??
Jack's bible drill went great. It was the associational level. He passed, and now moves on to the state competition in two weeks. The funny thing is he just started bible drill in January. He told us he didn't even want to compete in it this year because he missed so many practices and classes. So Angela and I didn't even go to the first round of competition, which was a week ago...we didn't know he was going to jump in and do it. Well, he jumped in and did it. And we were heathen parents not even at church that night! We, of course, didn't miss the associational round Sunday, and are so proud of him for giving so much!
OK, so last week, a friend told me to take Angela out for the day, and she was going to take care of the kids. So we went out. We went to lunch together. And we went shopping for rugs. Someone gave us a huge gift certificate for this great rug store when we moved into this house, and we went to spend it that day. So we spent a lot of time there. Then we went to the mall. And I am thinking what a great husband I am, because I have just spent 2 hours looking at rugs. I mean, come on, that deserves some points, right? So, we are in the mall. We are having a great time looking for some cheap Easter clothes for our kids. We score big time at The Gap and at Children's Place. (Is there anything more southern than the mindset that Easter Sunday is a day for new clothes? That is a southern thing, right? I still remember many an uncomfortable suit and tie when I was little...and the trouble I got in scarfing down that big hollow chocolate bunny and wiping my hands on my new white blazer.)
I didn't mean to chase that tangent.
So, after we shop for the kids, Angela sees a dress in a window that she likes. In an effort to encourage her to treat herself to this nice dress, I say, "Go try it on. I would love to see you in a dress."
I meant, I would love to see you in THAT dress. That dress! THAT THAT THAT THAT THAT THAT THAT. Not A dress. THAT dress.
It was too late.
Ladies, before you hang me out to dry, you must know that nowhere in my mind did I even ponder for a second that I wanted to imply to my wife that I never see her dressed nicely. Honestly, it was a slip of the tongue. A modifier error. A sentence structure problem. My wife is a babe. And a fashionable babe at that. She ALWAYS looks good. (Angela was a good sport. And ten minutes later, she deemed it a definite bloggable moment.)
Fellas - listen to me. Never underestimate the power of a modifier in your sentences. Never.