Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Reality Bites- Things I Don't Like

Doing chores, loud snores, unjust wars, cold sores, expensive stores, talks of Gore's, dropped s'mores, huge pores, and rocky shores;

getting scabies or rabies or ridiculously large food babies;

seatbelts, when icecream melts;

men in Speedos, all mosquitos;

gas-inducing burritos, fingers covered in Doritos or Cheetos;

cockroaches, tacky broaches;

stuck behind a semi-truck, hit in the head when I should duck;

trying to talk while crying, planes bouncing around while flying;

discovering lice, trying to make rice or just be nice to has-beens like Bo Bice;

shopping at Sears, the smell of beers, struggling with fears, and unfriendly jeers that bring me to tears;

burning food, acts that are lewd;

a rock in my shoe, stepping in poo, I pity the foo who can't go do do.

Swarming bees, losing keys, stupid fees, stinky cheese, and a mean brain freeze;

road rage, growing age;

a sore throat, a torn coat, Murder She Wrote, a lost remote, and getting sick on a boat;

mini-vans, failed plans;

unexpected cat scratches, burning my finger on matches;

feeling stressed or depressed or possessed or overdressed;

getting flipped the bird, or hit by a turd, being called nerd, or just plain absurd;

fluffy bangs, frightening gangs;

a song that's too long, being called wrong or a ding dong;

the high cost of rent, waking cold in a tent;

stepping on snails, insensitive males;

waking up sore, a brown apple core;

stubbing my toe, being told "no",

ponytails with bumps, faulty gas pumps, cancerous lumps, the term "my humps", hair of Donald Trump's, jiggly rumps, and scary old grumps;

numbers that are restricted, kind people getting evicted;

belly flops, hidden cops, blue tootsie pops, old pork chops, designer shops, and tie-dyed tops;

apples that are mushy, seats that aren't cushy, brothers slapping my tushy;

telling unfunny jokes, trying butterfly strokes, meeting unkind blokes or selfish folks, when anyone chokes or an old pet croaks;

kids rolling their eyes, those with DUIs;

being denied or rudely called wide;

cereal that's healthy, guilt for being wealthy;

an unsightly mole, a road with a toll, balls that won't go in the hole, and games with no goal;

invading ants, incompetent rants, running on slants, hearing "no's" "can'ts" and "shant's",

kitty litter, being bitter, pointless twitter and a mean babysitter;

feeling nauseous, driving too cautious, ruining shirts with too many washes;

painful foot blisters, terrifying twisters;

traffic jams, internet scams;

shampoo in my eyes, pointy ends of fries, mean rumors and lies;

the sound of the vacuum cleaner, the words moist, milky and wiener;

acne scars, crashing cars;

kicked in the shin, struggling with sin, losing when you should win, long hairs on my chin and not hitting one pin;

radio ads, diaper-size pads;

milk that's gone rotten, feeling forgotten;

parking tickets, maddening crickets;

stepping in tar, the crayon smell in my car;

tall, mean horses, tough race courses;

pitting out, lost in route, people who pout or tend to shout;

hiccups that are painful, strangers that are disdainful;

calves getting slapped, lips that are chapped;

chaperoning dances, missing great chances;

birds flying close, the smell of burnt toast;

flying bugs, lost Uggs, cracked mugs, ugly pugs, frightening thugs, car side hugs;

horror flicks, getting ticks, shaving nics, shooting bricks, New York Knicks, a dog that licks, cold fishsticks, and Michael Vicks;

reading maps, waking from naps;

a broken shopping cart, thinking it's a fart when it's truly a shart;

earthquakes, Christian fakes, slamming on brakes, going to wakes;

movies that are scary like that bloody scene in Carrie;

hair snarls, food from Carl's;

awkward blind dates, high airline rates;

hair in my food, people who are rude, or nude, or crude, or have attitude;

smoggy days, airballed treys, LA haze, no pay raise;

honky tonk songs, realizing my wrongs, wearing cheap thongs;

cottage cheese, warts on my knees, dogs with fleas;

cold fingers and toes, caught picking my nose;

dirty looks, Christy Miller books;

pencils that are dull, convos with an awkward lull, pushing a door when it says pull, and eating past the point of full.

Vicious baboons, scavenging raccoons, irksome jazz tunes, and eating gross prunes;

mouth full of soap, burns from a rope, having no hope, worship of the Pope, hearing the word grope, being called a dope, spelling the word taupe, and licking an envelope.

Charlie horses, evil forces;

fixing a flat tire, lint from the dryer;

unnecessary brakers, vexing soccer fakers;

jamming my thumb, when my tongue goes numb, or I'm followed by a bum or have to eat ABC gum and say something dumb.

Water up the nose, the Passion scene with crows, getting kinks in the hose and shrinking new clothes;

sports ending in a tie, getting caught in a lie;

Know-it-alls, refs' poor calls, getting hit with balls, frightening dolls, embarrassing falls, getting blocked calls, the taste of Halls, overwhelming malls, guilt like Saul's, and running into walls.

A bounced check or kink in the neck;

getting shots, my hair in knots;

finding blood clots, breaking down in Watts;

pumping gas, stepping in glass;

odor from a skunk, student being a punk;

when people eat off my plate, the feeling when I'm about to be late;

bullies at school, acting "too cool", trying to soften stool, a dog's nasty drool, debating a fool or an idiot tool who'll pee in your pool.

At the doctor's getting weighed, hot days without shade, the sick scent of Raid, shaving with a dull razor blade;

the smell of Ben-Gay, an awful toupee, discovering my zipper's been down the whole day;

hypocrits, smelly pits, giant zits, and called a ditz;

reprimands, my man hands;

shoes that hurt my feet, slow walkers crossing the street;

side hugs in cars, melted candy bars;

burning a meal, the face of Seal;

being tailgated or feeling sedated or getting berated;

an SBD, stung by a bee;

small bladders, unstable ladders;

realizing you're fatter, wasted cake batter;

itchy bug bites, loud cat fights, long sleepless nights, falling from heights, short yellow lights,...gosh, reality bites.

6 comments:

  1. very creative katie~ Miss talking with you~Aunt Robin

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  2. another great midnight feeding read! Love your writing Lucy!

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  3. So I read this to my Mom on the phone last night -- we were rolling at some of them. She wanted me to tell you thank you for teaching her an appreciation of rhyming when you came to AK. She still insists that everyone play "the rhyming game" quite often. Everyone is very grateful. ;)

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  4. Sarcasm noted Jenny but I must confess that I don't know what "rhyming game" you're referring to. Stink Pink? At first I thought you were making a reference to the rhyme on our shirts for your bachelorette party- I was hoping your mom had forgotten about that one.

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  5. you're awesome! Too funny and some are so true!

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  6. I think you must be the most creative person I know! Laughed out loud and read my favorites to Charlie. You are providing great entertainment for our family. Keep it up!

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