Friday, January 16, 2009

Things I've Learned the Hard Way (Part 2)

Part 1 is here.

8. If you give a mouse (or a hubby) a cookie, he'll need a glass of milk to go with it. And another cookie. And another one. And some more milk.

9. No matter how many dishes you wash, there will always be one more, lurking behind the soap dispenser or hiding in the bathroom (ice cream, anyone?)

10. If your boss catches you blogging at work, you will suddenly find yourself with heaps, boxes, and buckets full of extra work. Just because occasionally my job gets put on hold when inspiration strikes doesn't mean I'm not busy as a beaver. (And my work still gets done.) Take that, Boss Lady!

11. There are a lot of James Dean haters in this world. You wouldn't believe all the emails I got disagreeing with my last blogs' vampire choices. I still think he'd make a perfect vampire, though. Please don't take Rebel Without a Cause too seriously. I know he was a little whiny in it...

12. Reaching the end of a good book is almost unbearably sad to me. I'm almost afraid to pick up my old familiar Steinbecks and Vonneguts. Even though I know the ending, it's depressing to know it's over. (I finally finished Twilight, can you tell?)

13. Church ladies are unbelievably patient and too nice to tell the truth when it's hurtful. Even if the dish you made for the church potluck smells like a wet dog that rolled in garbage, they'll eat it and say how yummy it is. Then they'll wash your dishes and THEY don't miss any!

14. If someone who is known to "hear voices" asks you if you heard it too, it's best to say no. Just when you're uttering the words, "You know, maybe I DID hear something..." somebody with a straitjacket will show up and drag you off to the funny farm. Or maybe your boss will just give you a look that asks if you need to be medicated.

15. My family lurks. I know they read this; maybe they just don't want anyone else to know. Come on guys, say something! (Uncle John, I know you're out there!!!)

Okay so forget all the rest. Maybe you'll respond to this:

Ain't they cute? You know you want to tell me about it!

10 comments:

Octamom said...

I concur with your informed choice of James Dean as a perfect choice for an enlightened vampire. Frankly, I'm a little shocked that there were any detractors. All it takes is a viewing of Giant and the banquet room scene where JD struggles with the demons of his disenfranchised upbringing to see that a deeper, more complex being lies beneath the beautiful surface.

And besides, he was supposed to act whiny in Rebel--which he did. Very well, I might add. It was acting! ;o)

Blessings!

MOM said...

re #13:
Unless of course it's "Yankee" potatoe salad, then they just leave it 'cause it has mustard in it!

Suldog said...

I find it especially teary to reach the end of a series of books by a dead author (Vonnegut applies) as I know there will be no more, period.

As for the cookies and milk, you speak the truth :-)

Sandi McBride said...

Where exactly in my house is it that you live? Heaven's to betsy yes, James Dean would have been a dream of a vampire (oh James, come bite me on my neck)
Sandi

Tilly said...

Me too - I always feel so sad when I get to the end of a book I've loved. It stays with you for a while doesn't it? Oh and you are sooo right about those dishes!

Carol said...

Sarah...How are you?? I agree with so much on your list....specially the sadness at the end of a good book!!

Woman in a Window said...

They are totally cute. Two little buddies with saggy bottoms. Aw...

And somehow, in thirty years if they're standing there hanging out with saggy bottoms it won't be as cute...

Chapati said...

Found this from Authorblog and loving it!

Yes, they are very very cute.

Sandi McBride said...

COngratulations on Post of the Day mention!
Sandi

Janet said...

I'm right there with you on the books, though I have to say Steinbeck was never my favorite. And I am ALWAYS finding a stray dish somewhere. I could blame it on the kids, but as often as not it's the Mountain Man leaving glasses in odd places.