One word. Don't read into it.
Recently, I was in a delightful mood at work. It could have been because a big project I had been working on for months was finally out of my hair. It could have been because my kids said something charming that put a big grin on my face. It could be because I had listened to a song that just launched my mood to a different level. Whatever it was, I don't recall now. But someone I work with observed this mood on this particular day, and asked if I was pregnant. (They quickly retracted with embarassment, likely after seeing the horrified look on my face.)
Fast forward about three weeks. My neighbor makes a comment that she likes my license plate. "Thanks!" I said with delight. After all, I was very proud of my new personalized plate I had gotten a few weeks prior. As we were talking, she made a comment that now I just need to have a third kid! "WHAT?" I exclaimed. That definitely was NOT the meaning of the license plate, I laughed at her. I was hoping that she had known the true meaning of the plate before she made the comment, and that she said it in jest.
A little while later, Gary, my husband, was putting my new bike rack on my car when two other neighbors approached him. "You aren't expecting another kid, are you?" they said. Again, the comment was made after observing my license plate.
Now I know you all mean well, but c'mon folks. Let's get one thing straight before anyone else gets some other cockamamie idea in their head. NO, I am not pregnant. I may have gained four or five pounds this winter, but not enough to justify that question...yet you can make that connection just by reading a license plate? Hmmm.
NO, I'm not planning on adopting any time in the near future. I made that mistake by getting a third dog and now I'm paying for it via chewed up toys, yard, furniture, kitchen cabinets, drywall, you name it. We already have enough for the ark, I don't need anything else, thank you.
So if you can't figure it out (hint: check out my stickers on my bumper directly below my license plate -- that should be a dead giveaway), here are my reasons for getting this plate:
1) Though I'm reasonably new at traithlons (having only started last year), I like them a lot and am hooked. I like racing and I love racing for a cause. If you know me at all, you'll already know that -- otherwise you may be living with your head in the sand. I am now coined what people call a tri-geek. I love talking about races, bikes, techniques, wetsuits, times, heart rates, heart monitors, transitions, gels, goggles, bike shorts, body glide, blisters, injuries, recoveries, recovery drinks and recovery races. I talk about this stuff at home, at work, with friends, with family, with team mates, with strangers. Don't get me started. You may regret it if you do (just ask my husband).
2) I believe deep in my heart that when ever I set my mind to something, I will work hard or die trying until I finish it.
So, that being said, I decided to personalize my plate in a way that says it all without saying a thing. And I love it.
So if you happen to see me driving down the road anytime soon, ask me how I did in my last race, not if I'm headed to the store to get ice cream and pickles.
Fast forward about three weeks. My neighbor makes a comment that she likes my license plate. "Thanks!" I said with delight. After all, I was very proud of my new personalized plate I had gotten a few weeks prior. As we were talking, she made a comment that now I just need to have a third kid! "WHAT?" I exclaimed. That definitely was NOT the meaning of the license plate, I laughed at her. I was hoping that she had known the true meaning of the plate before she made the comment, and that she said it in jest.
A little while later, Gary, my husband, was putting my new bike rack on my car when two other neighbors approached him. "You aren't expecting another kid, are you?" they said. Again, the comment was made after observing my license plate.
Now I know you all mean well, but c'mon folks. Let's get one thing straight before anyone else gets some other cockamamie idea in their head. NO, I am not pregnant. I may have gained four or five pounds this winter, but not enough to justify that question...yet you can make that connection just by reading a license plate? Hmmm.
NO, I'm not planning on adopting any time in the near future. I made that mistake by getting a third dog and now I'm paying for it via chewed up toys, yard, furniture, kitchen cabinets, drywall, you name it. We already have enough for the ark, I don't need anything else, thank you.
So if you can't figure it out (hint: check out my stickers on my bumper directly below my license plate -- that should be a dead giveaway), here are my reasons for getting this plate:
1) Though I'm reasonably new at traithlons (having only started last year), I like them a lot and am hooked. I like racing and I love racing for a cause. If you know me at all, you'll already know that -- otherwise you may be living with your head in the sand. I am now coined what people call a tri-geek. I love talking about races, bikes, techniques, wetsuits, times, heart rates, heart monitors, transitions, gels, goggles, bike shorts, body glide, blisters, injuries, recoveries, recovery drinks and recovery races. I talk about this stuff at home, at work, with friends, with family, with team mates, with strangers. Don't get me started. You may regret it if you do (just ask my husband).
2) I believe deep in my heart that when ever I set my mind to something, I will work hard or die trying until I finish it.
So, that being said, I decided to personalize my plate in a way that says it all without saying a thing. And I love it.
So if you happen to see me driving down the road anytime soon, ask me how I did in my last race, not if I'm headed to the store to get ice cream and pickles.
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