We’ve all probably seen those people who bore others to death with vacation pictures. Most of it is done via Facebook and other social sites nowadays. This makes it convenient to slap a like on a couple of pictures and avoid actually having to look at each picture and hear each “funny” story that goes with it. If you ask me, it’s a win-win.
funny
I’m grateful I’m so greatful
I can’t stop looking though I wish I could
My sincerest apology
I gone and done it –
I done something dumb.
Trying to get fit –
I’m now hurting more than some.
Just the good ol’ boys
If I remember correctly, I was in kindergarten when the television series The “Dukes of Hazzard” claimed the top spot in the Nielsen ratings. It is entirely possible I’m wrong about the dates. Sometimes I remember things differently than other people. Or the even the truth. The other day I argued with someone about when she taught primary. I was pretty insistent I was right until I realized, uh, she probably knows her own timeline better than me. Oops.
A tale of two Jord’ns
This may or may not have taken place. Okay, some of it did. Some of it did not but I thought it would enhance the story. I’ll let you decide what is fact and what is embellishment.
The birth of a catchphrase
I don’t cry over spilled milk. But I might cry over spilled detergent.
I went into the laundry room to put the sheets in the dryer. Distractions had prevented me from attending to the switch earlier and it was now later in the evening. The only thing I wanted to do was to put the sheets in the dryer and relax for the rest of the evening. Fate had other plans for me.
I’m not superstitious…much
She looked at me with wide eyes and an air of expectancy. Normally, I would have agreed with her. In fact, I had waited for over 20 years for an opportunity such as this. But I couldn’t do it. I could not side with my sister-in-law.
“RH,” my sister-in-law, CC, reiterated in case I didn’t hear her the first time, “will not flip a calendar early.”
Yeah, so?
She wanted me to join forces with her in an effort to mock my brother. Of course she thought I would be an ally in her cause since I have led many efforts to mock my older brother ever since…well, forever. It’s a little sister’s prerogative and responsibility and I always take my job seriously. At least, this one. Otherwise an older brother’s ego gets too huge and becomes too unbearable to even associate with. It’s all in the Little Sister’s Handbook for Survival. I can send you a copy if you’d like.
lms
There is a game
the young ‘uns will play
on Facebook
they’re playing right now – even today.
I don’t like it –
it’s an embryo of disaster –
validation
is the goal they’re after.
“lms tbh or ti,”
to be honest, the truth is I cringe at my wall
with so many “bored so I’ll rate”
being offered to one and all.
I know it’s tempting
but please don’t give in
and play silly Facebook games –
there’s a chance you won’t win.
You may be happy
with the end it’s true
but more likely
you’ll end up feeling quite blue.
Then those thoughts
will make you wonder why
and they’ll drive you crazy
until you break down and cry.
Do what you want
but if you choose to
you’re giving that person
control over you!
(and I say “Booooo!”)
Let me settle this now
and assure you you’re great
if I were to play
I’d say you’re totally first rate!
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