So here are a few things that I don’t like, and I’m totally okay with that.
I love to hate:
1. Television. Ick. If you love “reality TV” that is totally okay with me, but don’t expect me to watch it with you, or even be able to take part in a conversation about it. I have never watched American Idol. Or The Biggest Loser. Or, for that matter, The Office (except once, and it was funny, but not change-my-schedule funny, or buy-TiVo funny) or 30 Rock. I just don’t do it.
2. Chocolate cake. Husband has threatened to have me tested for serious genetic disorders, but I’m totally going with it. I can bake one, and frost it, and serve it on pretty plates, but I’m not eating that. I’ll save my calories for something smothered in butter, thanks.
3. Twangy Country Music. I probably don’t even need to explain this, but I had a friend in High School – we called him Bonzo. As in Bonzo Beans. That wasn’t his name. But he was this absolutely magnetic guy. People loved him, and cops didn’t give him tickets (ever) and he was just the kind of guy you wanted to give money to, you know? And he loved country music. The twangier, the better. For him (because I was not-so-secretly harboring a mighty crush) I listened to, learned, and sang many, many of the twangiest songs in the history of music. You and me going fishing in the dark, lying on our backs and counting the stars, where the cool grass grows. Barbecue chicken in aluminum foil, just enough money for my gas and oil. (Those sound like they could be from the same song. Maybe they are – I’ve forgotten the finer points after all these years.) I’ll start walking your way, you start walking mine – we’ll meet in the middle ‘neath that old Georgia pine; we’ll gain a lot of ground when we both give a little, ain’t no road too long when we meet in the middle. Now the race is on and here comes Pride in the backstretch, Heartache coming to the inside… And, lest we forget, Lord, it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way – I can’t wait to look in the mirror, cause I get better looking each day. Oh, and I’ve got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases the blues away. But wait – there’s more. Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares. See? I gave a goodly portion of my soul to that boy and his music, and after all these years, I can do all that with no help from a single internet search engine. Yikes. Bonzo, still love ya, man, but your music bites. That’s alls I’m sayin’.
4. The picture book “Love You Forever” by Robert Munsch. Do I need to tell you why? Let’s just leave it at Stalker Mommy scaling a wall to peek in the window at her middle aged son and his wife, sleeping in their bed. (*Shudder*)
5. My favorite picture books made into mediocre movies. ‘Nuff said? But hey, if anyone wants to make a horror movie out of “love you forever” I’ll be there for auditions.
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I'm a recovering tv addict myself, but we cut our cable last year so I'm nearly there. Totally agree on the chocolate cake (now lemon cake though…that's another thing entirely…), country music, and Love You Forever (I have the book but I've yet to read it to my kids – it gives me the creeps).
I'm a recovering tv addict myself, but we cut our cable last year so I'm nearly there. Totally agree on the chocolate cake (now lemon cake though…that's another thing entirely…), country music, and Love You Forever (I have the book but I've yet to read it to my kids – it gives me the creeps).
I hate chocolate cake too, and chocolate ice cream. But I like chocolate anything else.
I hate chocolate cake too, and chocolate ice cream. But I like chocolate anything else.
I'm with you. I don't do cake in any form really. Except for warm right of out my grandma's oven…other than that yick. No genetic testing needed I think.
I'm with you. I don't do cake in any form really. Except for warm right of out my grandma's oven…other than that yick. No genetic testing needed I think.
I am COMPLETELY with you on the book. I cannot banish the image of the creepy grandma sneaking into her son's bedroom at night. Gives me the willies.
Isn't this a fun post? I had a blast when I came up with it on my blog a few weeks ago — and I'm glad to know you're reading!
I am COMPLETELY with you on the book. I cannot banish the image of the creepy grandma sneaking into her son's bedroom at night. Gives me the willies.
Isn't this a fun post? I had a blast when I came up with it on my blog a few weeks ago — and I'm glad to know you're reading!
I don't care for chocolate cake, reality tv, or mediocre movies either. I'm not much for twangy music but I do like some country songs.
I'm with you on the butter thing…yum…
I don't care for chocolate cake, reality tv, or mediocre movies either. I'm not much for twangy music but I do like some country songs.
I'm with you on the butter thing…yum…
Hmmm…I knew you didn't like chocolate cake, but I'm sure glad you make it and share it with the rest of us. We didn't have TV when 9-11 happened and I know it's been 8 years, but after that, I don't think I could feel connected without turning it on every morning just to check the news and make sure that something crazy isn't going on. I know, I'd probably be better off being disconnected, but for some reason I've just never gotten over not finding out about the initial plane crash until I was heard it on the radio in my car. Anyway… more than you want to know, but that is my justification.
Hmmm…I knew you didn't like chocolate cake, but I'm sure glad you make it and share it with the rest of us. We didn't have TV when 9-11 happened and I know it's been 8 years, but after that, I don't think I could feel connected without turning it on every morning just to check the news and make sure that something crazy isn't going on. I know, I'd probably be better off being disconnected, but for some reason I've just never gotten over not finding out about the initial plane crash until I was heard it on the radio in my car. Anyway… more than you want to know, but that is my justification.
Every time you mention someone from high school, this is me in front of my computer:
"Is she talking about….?"
"Is it that guy….?"
"Could it be….?"
Of course, this country music guy certainly could have been from Batesville, but I'll keep working on figuring out which fabulous OHS young man it could have been…
You did harbor a few crushes, after all. Depending on the day, and the top 10 list, it could have been a number of people.
Why don't you live closer to me?
Every time you mention someone from high school, this is me in front of my computer:
"Is she talking about….?"
"Is it that guy….?"
"Could it be….?"
Of course, this country music guy certainly could have been from Batesville, but I'll keep working on figuring out which fabulous OHS young man it could have been…
You did harbor a few crushes, after all. Depending on the day, and the top 10 list, it could have been a number of people.
Why don't you live closer to me?