Embarrassing Moment...my private life collides with my public life...

I think both of my kids are napping today, for the second day in a row, they are napping!  Scream it from the rooftops!!  TWO DAYS IN A ROW!!  Swim lessons are bringing great results not only in the "becoming a fish" area, but also in the nap area. :)  Who knows, Stanley might be in there playing, but it's awfully quiet and I have not heard the door open every 5 minutes, so here I am, I'm going to steal away to share a moment with you....

Not my shining moment, AT ALL, but I'll share it with you.  For anyone who knows me well at all, you know that I love peanut butter cup blizzards (or whatever the ice cream establishment calls them, concrete, blast..i'm not partial to the name)...because it's the peanut butter cups that are my favorites...and it's not just the cups, but it's how many chunks there are and if I think it's enough.  A little about my private life...well, too many times to count, my husband, friends, or family have grown accustomed to me returning to the counter to ask for the amount of chunks I think I deserved.  Sad to say, it actually gets my heart pumping when I am insulted with ice cream with a mere few chunks...and they call this a blizzard, blast, concrete?!!..whatever the name, you get my point...I've been known to be a little snooty about my ICE CREAM!!  I guess you could call me an ice cream diva!!  So like I said most people that know me well, know this fine fact about me....well, enter last night...we took the kids to get ice cream (or maybe it was mom and dad who thought they needed ice cream and the kids reap the benefit!) so Eric remembered there is a new "homemade custard" shop in town.  So off we went after our trip to Home Depot....we entered the store and there was a line...my mouth was watering and the list was long (dreaming about my beloved Culver's custard that I so miss from Lexington!)...I ordered my usual, I had to try my favorite out to see if they compared to my other favorites.  I ordered peanut butter cup concrete...I took the kids with their goodies outside and Eric came out with our ice cream.  He handed it to me....NO CHUNKS AT ALL!  It was just peanut butter sauce with vanilla custard (and the cup was 3/4th full, I'm just saying, not a good sign either in my ice cream career!)...before Eric could stop me, I was back in the store, and I tried to contain myself as I stood to the side and explained that my concrete was missing the peanut butter cups and that I had ordered the peanut butter cup concrete.  Several times I repeated this, several times, it was repeated back to me that it was peanut butter cup concrete?!!  What a concrete with no chunks?!!!  This is how it's actually supposed to be?!  This is more like a peanut butter shake which would be fine if I wanted a peanut butter shake or sundae for that matter?!!  I do admit I was a little snooty when inquiring repeatedly because I couldn't wrap my head around how a peanut butter cup concrete came with no chunks...I'm not sure if I've ever been anywhere where that was the case and I have been around, my friend!  So I semi-politely with a wee little bit of an attitude asked regardless, I would like peanut butter cups in my concrete...so problem solved still wondering how they thought it was peanut butter cup with no chocolate or chunks!  Still feeling justified by my inquiry, for sure!!  But, I walked away with my ice cream now with the chunks installed, as I was walking out, in line, I thought I saw some familiar faces...now, a little back information, we do attend a large church, so there's no away that I could know everyone that attends after 1.5 years or even 10 years for that matter!!...but, I brushed the thought aside in those few seconds from the counter to my seat, nah! no one that we know watched me in my pursuit.  Hmmm....not so much, sat down and the first thing Eric said, "I tried to stop you to tell you that there were three Orchard (our church) families in line for ice cream!"  My face and shoulders shrunk!  My husband knows me oh! so well!  He knew what scene was playing out inside but he had no way of putting a stop to it, because the kids were outside and the parking lot was not far from where they were sitting...so he stuck with the "keep the kids safe" option instead of "spare his wife from an embarrassing moment" option.  So smart, my dear husband!  We laughed, stopped talking about it, laughed some more...2 of the families joined us outside and chit chatted together as we ate ice cream.  If they saw me, they were gracious and talked with us anyway...but who knows what they were thinking about me?  Oh, the pastor's wife got a little crazy about ice cream, eh?  One of the kind mamas was a mama who I've been communicating with to volunteer with our church's summer reading program for kids that have reading delays.  I had never met her in person, only talked by phone or text, and this is her first real encounter with me?  How embarrassing!  I know I'm only human, but it made me sad that one of my unnecessary passions (ice cream with chunks) did not leave a very good example. As we laughed on the way home (uncomfortably still as I recalled the scene), it reminded us of the sermon from last Sunday, that our private life is more important than our public life.  Well, last night, my private life collided with my public life, and I'm not too proud of my actions and the example I set over something as simple as ice cream.  I'm not sure if this is what our pastor was getting at, but in this situation, unfortunately, my private life (my entitled :( right for ice cream and chunks every time without fail!) and my public life did collide, and my public life saw my private life, what I know and what everyone who knows me well knows is that I'm passionate about ice cream and no one stands in my way to get it and I'll go to all lengths to get it!  Pitiful, I know!  When I write it here, I feel myself  shrinking lower and lower!!  I don't know if any of those kind families will ever read my blog or honestly if they noticed the scene, but if they do read this or if they did watch me, they will be able to recount the story in their own words; I'm still hoping maybe their eyes and ears were protected from my ice cream madness.  :)  Oh my, oh my!!  My heart still stings this afternoon after I write this story...will it stop me the next time around?  (because there will be a next time unfortunately!)  I would think so or if anything, may this be remembered so I can at least keep my composure as I make my requests to the kind ice cream maker.  Will I return to this nice little ice cream store?  Honestly, I'm not sure, maybe I should be gracious and give them at least one more try!  I have to be honest, I may have to return to my old faithful here in Tupelo, Sonic usually keeps me fairly happy. :)  (notice the word fairly!  I'm a hard critic, I've made it my lifelong career people!)  Or if you haven't had the joy of enjoying a frosty in a waffle cone at Wendy's, try it, then you don't have to worry about the chunks!  They really aren't supposed to be any!  Phew!!  :)  A relief for me and my fellow ice cream lovers who join me on an ice cream trip!!!

Well, thanks for laughing with me!!  Seriously, my besties and our families may be rolling on the ground right now from laughing so hard...only because they know this story oh! so well! 

Thanks for listening, I had to share it somewhere, at least to show that I recognize and confess that I did not choose wisely last night, and hopefully to express that I have learned my lesson the hard way (which is probably the best way) to think before I speak and react, regardless if we know the people in the line behind me or not!  As always, thanks for stopping!

Love you all,

Kendra ;)