I just pulled out my first "parentism" of our short jaunt...
"Be quiet or I'll knock your heads together!!"
Thanks Mom...that one's a keeper. Anyone have verbal abuse from the car rides of their past they wish to share with the class?
I just pulled out my first "parentism" of our short jaunt...
"Be quiet or I'll knock your heads together!!"
Thanks Mom...that one's a keeper. Anyone have verbal abuse from the car rides of their past they wish to share with the class?
I may have mentioned in the past that I work for a pharmaceutical company, and as a medicinal whore, I get lots of samples shipped to me. And long before those drugs prove to be life changing for a patient, they are therapeutic even as they remain in my home, fully boxed.
An entire game room, fully stocked, remains ready to be dusted yet again this month.
Every year you come. You come under the guise of love, of adoration, of pressure and disappointment. You come on Valentines Day.
On my least favorite of holidays, you arrive with suddenly-five-dollar-greeting-cards, and incomprehensibly-inflated-fifty-dollar-flowers. Your buddies try to teach my wife that I don't love her every other day of the year, my kids that they aren't popular unless their valentines bag runneth over. One guy in Belgium keeps trying to sell me blood diamonds to profess my love. And I've had it.
So this tribute is to you, Conversation Hearts. You sugary and seemingly inconsequential bowl squatter. Your days of jumping onto my waistline as I try to sneak past are nearly through. You and your pals are on extremely shaky ground with guys like me. I am almost ready to cut you back to three bags a week...I could not be more fucking serious.
Finish your business and get the hell out.
Just got a call from my mum, the first time I've gotten to talk to her since her surgery...she sounded SO good, so upbeat, even though I know how she must be feeling inside and out. So happy to hear her in good spirits. Thank you all for your sweet comments wishing her well...really means a lot to me.
Tomorrow is Tuesday's Tribute again, and we will be putting up Mr Linky later on tonight. Me, since I've been a bit heavy the past couple of Tributes, I will be doing something a bit more lighthearted...which I will write today as soon as the Muse gets her lazy ass over here.
As for you, what will you do?
Something silly? Something serious? We love to read your tributes, hope you'll come and play. This link takes you to the original Tuesday's Tribute post which outlines the whole deal, but simply remember that you can write about something you love, something you hate, the object is simply to tribute something other than you!
And don't forget to fill out Mr. Linky tonight so we know where to find you!
PLEASE.
I'm begging you.
You comment on my blog.
Those comments come to me over email.
I SO want to reply to your comment by replying to your email.
But for some of you, I try, but you are a "No-Reply Commenter"
I love replying.
Please.
Will you just take 30 seconds and do this:
Open your Profile Page.
Click Edit Profile.
Put check marks in "Share my profile" and "Show my email address".
Under "Identity" and "Email Address", put the email address you wish to publish, and have your comment replies to come to.
Want to change your "Display Name" while you are here? I like to use "Jay @ HalftimeLessons" for a little branding...I wouldnt use it for your name, of course...
Click Save Profile, and you are done, my friend.
Please. I'm begging you.