
Quote of the Day: If life was fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead. - Johnny Carson

1 Corinthians 13:11-12 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

I always thought that these precious non-working years would be filled with exciting car trips to both Grandmas & Grandpas (both living one blissful country-driving hour away) and also to Aunty Crazy-Sister & family (3.5 blissful country-driving hours away).
But every time I make a half-plan to make a trip, I pike out because there's ALWAYS laundry to do. And I know from experience that if I don't keep plodding the revolving door of housework, I am in danger of getting so far behind I'll never recover.
I think in the future, I'll regret not making the time to pack some bags, throw a basket of dirty laundry in the car and bundle the kids up for a day or two of crazy fun and some poor hapless relative's place.
I should do it more often.
Horoscope, are you kidding? My current emphasis isn't on the outer world or people/places/things because there isn't an outer world. It doesn't exist. There's just laundry, laundry, laundry. And that's all (see what I mean?) I would contest the concept of there being lot happening within the invisible boundaries of my own mind for similar reasons: I don't have a mind. I've lost it. And indulging my own fantasies? Not letting old fears stand in the way of my present happiness? Hm. Wise words perhaps ... for some other Capricorn!
The quote about Elvis impersonators? I just thought it was funny.
And to finish: "When I was a child, I talked like a child" made me think of these quotes:
Sonny Ma-Jiminy: I like this ice-cream.
Mum: It's called Hoboken Crunch. You can say 'Hoboken Crunch'.
SMJ: I can't.
Mum. Oh. [long pause]
SMJ: Can Daddy say 'Hoboken Crunch'?
Mum on balcony, SMJ down in the front yard. SMJ wanted to go riding his bike with his neighbour and called up to Mum in a flourishing, theatrical voice, something like "Come down here, Dementin! And bring my shoes and socks!" I was taken aback by being called 'Dementin'. Then I realised he was actually calling me 'Gentlemen'. It was nearly as weird.
Mum: SMJ, would you like chicken risotto for lunch or chicken risotto for dinner?
SMJ: Ummm... No thanks.
SMJ: I'm hot, turn the Air-Ditioner on please.
Mum: It is on.
SMJ: Can you please turn it up louder?
The whole cycle of laundry sux!! I HAVE fallen behind too far!! I dont think I will ever recover!! *sigh*
ReplyDeleteANd LOL at SMJ calling you a gentleman!! HAhahaha!!!
Kids!! They come out with corkers!
As soon as my new house is habitable, throw yourself into that 3.5 hour car trip out here and bring a car full of washing. I have a great washing machine and a brand new line. I even have all the tools needed to take the agitator out of a washing machine so that I can vacuum the gravel out of the barrel when a pocket full of gravel goes through a load. And the sun doesn't stop shining out here in woop-woop. (overseas readers - that means the middle of nowhere.)
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