Sunday, March 30, 2008

Weasely Puns, Mandarin Chinese & Mushrooms

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.” –Alice in Alice in Wonderland

I decided a long time ago (OK, OK, OK, let’s make that Aug. 22 when I launched my blog) that I would not be a whiner. Of course, that meant I had to give up eating cheese… no wait… different wine, different story… Now, if my VP of HC (Humor Control) weren’t still semi-fired, that sort of weasely pun would never, ever, ever have seen daylight. No siree, not on her watch, but it took her 26 days (not the 11 that I predicted) before she noticed she was fired, and that was only after I had dropped subtle hints all week.

You know, hints like, “Hmmmm, isn’t there something you forgot to do?” or “Don’t you miss doing something weekly?” Or, my personal guilt-laden favorite: “Why do you want to break your mother’s heart?” You know, those kinds of things…Or, just maybe it was the “You’re not going out this weekend unless you figure out what it is you didn’t do.” But again, I digress…

Back to the no-whining policy. I’m going to have to add to it. Now didn’t we all learn in English class that if you have a Numero Uno, you have to have a Numero Two-oh, and if you have an “A,” then by-golly you better have a “B” and so forth and so on, but now I’m making my head hurt…

So here’s the beginnings of…

Richie’s Official Stumbling Through Life Policies

#1… No whining. Anywhere at anytime (but especially fields trips), and trust me if you’ve ever taken a gaggle of teens anywhere for any amount of time, well, you know what I’m talking about.

#2…No talking to mushrooms. It makes you look silly.

My BFF Jennifer made me write that one down after I almost violated Policy #1 when I was providing her an account of a “situation” that happened to me recently regarding a discussion I had with an adult. You know the type of conversation where you logically present your viewpoint, but midway through it, you realize that you might as well have been speaking Mandarin Chinese?

So Jennifer asks: “Why do you keep talking to mushrooms?”

“What?” I asked.

“You know, mushrooms,” she said.

“Mushrooms?” I asked.

“Mushrooms never understand,” she said. “It doesn’t matter what you tell a mushroom, the mushroom never gets it, so quit talking to mushrooms.”

“Oh,” I said.

“And besides,” she said. “It just makes you look silly. Do you like looking silly?”

“Oh,” I said a bit uneasy because I don’t particularly like looking silly.

But then a few days later I did it again anyway. Yep, I tried to talk to that same adult, but then realized, oh my goodness, I must have lapsed into Mandarin Chinese (again), and I don’t even speak Mandarin Chinese.

Images of mushrooms popped into my head. I rather felt like Alice in Alice in Wonderland.

This time I vowed never, ever to talk to a mushroom.

It does make me look rather silly.


Anonymous said...

Thanks for adding humor to my Monday. I'm glad I found your blog this morning. It's great to know that someone else says Jeez Louise and likes the Rolling Stones.:)

askthehomediva said...

So glad you found me! And what's not to love about the Rolling Stones? I love them so much I saw them three times--even camping out at Fair Park. Jeez Louise! ;-)

Ms. Longhorn said...

LOL, I don't know about the mushrooms, but I hear ya on the field trips and whining!

Anonymous said...

Okay, considering the minor fact that I am on quite a few of those field trips with the teenagers, I am really hoping that I am not the mushroom. I usually get what you are saying, but you know here lately...


askthehomediva said...

I'm still talking to you, aren't I? You could never be a mushroom--you're way too much fun ;-)

Anonymous said...

After the last week, I am not sure anyone is still speaking to me. KG

askthehomediva said...

Oh dear, KG,
You'll have to fill me in on what happened.