15 September 2008
Black and White and Read All Over
It seems as though "someone" doesn't like the colors, or lack thereof, that I have chosen for my blog site. She said, "It is just not you! It is too black and dark and you are shiny and bright!" You gotta love constructive criticism! No, really, I mean it! Rarely, does someone ever just "tell it like it is." Nowadays every one is so worried about being politically correct, having social services called on them or being summoned to the Jerry Springer show. After I told her how fat she looked in her pants and urged her to never wear them again, I thanked her profusely for her candor. What?!
Although honesty is the best policy, it is one of the hardest things to do when another persons feelings are at stake. Last year I was soooo put on the spot by a co-worker who informed me she was making a DVD and wanted me to watch/listen to it and give her my honest opinion because she knew that she "could trust me to do that for her." So here's the catch...she already had 500 copies printed up and ready to be mailed to Nashville. I took the DVD home, popped it in the player and all I can remember is saying, "Oh my God....really?" It was HORRIBLE! It was all too clear at this point that I needed to get myself into a witness protection program somewhere, AND SOON!
There she was, waiting at my desk, bright and early the next morning. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! "Well? Whadya think, whadya think? Do you like it? Do you think they will like it? Huh, huh, huh?" I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I've heard elk bugling that sounded better than that!" No, I didn't really say that, I was just thinking it! I just looked at her and did what any self-respecting southern girl would do. I gave her a big phony smile and said, "Bless your heart!" That was about as "honest" as I could get.
So, I guess I am going to paint my blog this weekend and add some color. Definitely can't get to it tonight. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I was tucking Christian in and he said, "Is everything alright Mommy?" I said, "Yes, Baby, everything is just fine. It's just been a long (pause) life. To which he replied, "You're telling me! And I'm only eight." Oh precious baby boy, I will die making sure that your life is long, happy, and so full of joy! But it will have to wait until tomorrow because this Mommy has run out of steam. G'night, The Paper Whisperer
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