Friday, July 30, 2010

"I manage the place but the Lord owns it. We don't own anything."--from a manager at a gym I stopped in

Monday, July 26, 2010

"Everyday ain't been ice cream and cake."--a relative talking about marriage. He's been married for about fifty years. It sounds to me like he might need liquor to make it through the next fifty.

Monday, July 12, 2010

"You and me are gasoline and matches."--from the song Gasoline and Matches by Buddy and Julie Miller, from the season two soundtrack of True Blood

Okay, for some reason, this makes me think of Nicolas Cage, who I have a severe crush on. I know, I know, you're thinking, really?

I love this man. In fact, if I could shrink him, I would, and keep him in the little zipper inside my purse and just look at him from time to time. And smile. I enjoy looking at him. Guarding Tess started my lustful voyage. There is nothing like gazing at a tall, good-looking man in a suit who knows how to be firm with a cantankerous lady, and gentle.

Anyway, I remember this one time (at band camp) - I'm kidding - really, this one time I heard that Cage and Lisa Marie Presley's ex-marriage was tempestuous; that's the way the reporter described it - tempestuous. That makes me think of gasoline and matches. Explosive. So, that's why Cage comes to mind. And maybe because of his new movie The Sorceror's Apprentice. I like that wild look he's sporting. For me, really, with him, his hair makes a difference in my level of attraction. I was over the moon with the movie Ghost Rider...loved, loved, loved the short, dark hair.

I have a friend who thinks he looks like a wounded sparrow. Perhaps he does, a little. But I love that smile, and those shoulders, and that voice. If I could shrink him, I would take very good care of him. He wouldn't even notice he was the size of a bumblebee and living inside my purse until my klunky keys knocked him sideways. We might have a problem then.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

"The cold wind swept across the hill, whistling through the headstones that poked from the ground like dozens of crooked baby teeth."--from You Are So Undead To Me by Stacey Jay

I like the analogy of the headstones and baby teeth. Unique. I'm reading this book now, a YA novel. It comes highly recommended and I'm reading it even though I hate zombies. They scare me. If I hear one syllable moans, and see someone who looks just a little, well, dead, toppling toward me, then I'm closing the book. On second thought, that's most people on a Monday morning so it can't be that bad.
"If God says your cursed, your cursed."--on a billboard in a church parking lot

What's wrong with this quote? Look hard. There's a common English mistake that many people make. And it drives me crazy. I once knew someone who confused these words all the time. Your (possesive) vs. You're (contraction). Chances are no one at this church has seen this mistake, or maybe that's part of the curse.

Okay, that wasn't funny.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

"Why don't you just stay and donate yourself?"--from a man working at a downtown shelter

Needless to say, I was donating items - towels, blankets, suitcases, etc - not my body parts.