humble pie

humble pie

I had a thought about a new page I could add here along the lines of the BLR Daily Awesome called the Daily Humble Pie. The Daily Humble Pie would be stories for those times when your day is going silky smooth. Yes, those everything is going my way baby! Then you get regulated real quick.

Those times like yesterday:

I was feeling all fresh, clean and sassy with a full day of up-and-atem cleaning my apartment, returning emails, crushing jump rope boot camp class, and major progress on some client work. Freshly showered at 4pm I walk downstairs 5 minutes early to catch the bus. (Yesss! I thought.) As I stood there patiently all happy and on time, the bus approaches and flies by not seeing me. (“Sh*t!”) I tuck my purse under my arm, curl my toes to grip my flip flops so they will stay on my feet, then sprint after it like a wide receiver heading for the end zone. I didn’t catch it of course, because for the first time in Chicago history, every light was green, green, green. (Hello! when does that ever happen when you actually need to get somewhere fast?) After my bus vs. Diane 6 block race, I gave up I walked 2.5 miles to work sweaty and peeved. (Really laughing mostly because you just have to.) This same incident has happened about 20 times now. Ahhh public transit. All that potential I’m going to attempt to look cute getting places thing flew right out the window when I started participating in this daily city rat race a year ago. Never a dull moment. I don’t even wanna talk about the time I tore like a lunatic by bare foot on these Windy City streets after taking my heels off chasing a town truck that had chained up my car in 2 point nothing seconds and taken off. I was not a happy camper to eat humble pie that day. (Now I laugh of course, like we all do.)

Apparently I don’t run as fast as buses or tow trucks even though I have this fantasy that I “crush” things like jump rope boot camp.

Humble pie is so yummy. Who’d have any good stories without eating some?