Things I Would Like Today
1. A ticket to see Adele here in Nashville. (How did I not know she was coming?)
2. The post office to open specifically for me so I can send these shoes back.
3. A genie who would make the flower boxes already be painted.
4. A leprechaun to do the grocery shopping today. Don't you think that would be fun for everyone?
5. A hummingbird to show up at my feeder.
6. A ticket to see Adele here in Nashville.
7. For my pug's stomach to settle down. (Let's just say that when Bernice suffers, we all suffer.)
8. For my 30 minutes of cardio to be over.
9. A ticket to see Adele here in Nashville.
10. For this lyric I'm turning over and over in my head to just present itself already.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled holiday.
-b
Monday, May 30, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
You Could Be...
...a comedian. Wow. If I had a dollar for every time someone has said that to me, I'd already be retired. Well, I'd at least have a second home in an exotic location. I'm not exaggerating (this time.)
So, I'm reading Tina Fey's book, "Bossypants," and I'm reminded that no matter how off-the-cuff-amusing I might be in the moment, I have no comedial (is that a word?--should I say 'comedic'? Because 'comedial' kind of sounds like 'remedial' and that doesn't work--wait, maybe it does here) talent.
In case you haven't noticed, I've entered my fourth mid-life crisis. I'm trying to decide what I'm supposed to do next, if anything. Maybe I should just keep on doing the same thing. I don't know. What I do know, though, is that I may as well just do it. Whatever it is. Because I'm not getting younger (contrary to the lies I tell you), and I know you're shocked by that. And, if I want to write my blog in run-on sentences, so be it. You should also know I'm running with scissors as I write this. Take that.
But, I suppose the first thing I'm going to mark off the list of "Things To Do Next" is be a comedian. (For the record, I still haven't crossed off "Be a Broadway Singer." Stop rushing me.) If nothing else, it feels nice to have made one decision about my future. However much of it there is left.
-b
So, I'm reading Tina Fey's book, "Bossypants," and I'm reminded that no matter how off-the-cuff-amusing I might be in the moment, I have no comedial (is that a word?--should I say 'comedic'? Because 'comedial' kind of sounds like 'remedial' and that doesn't work--wait, maybe it does here) talent.
In case you haven't noticed, I've entered my fourth mid-life crisis. I'm trying to decide what I'm supposed to do next, if anything. Maybe I should just keep on doing the same thing. I don't know. What I do know, though, is that I may as well just do it. Whatever it is. Because I'm not getting younger (contrary to the lies I tell you), and I know you're shocked by that. And, if I want to write my blog in run-on sentences, so be it. You should also know I'm running with scissors as I write this. Take that.
But, I suppose the first thing I'm going to mark off the list of "Things To Do Next" is be a comedian. (For the record, I still haven't crossed off "Be a Broadway Singer." Stop rushing me.) If nothing else, it feels nice to have made one decision about my future. However much of it there is left.
-b
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