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We all need mantras
Saturday, May 15, 2004I started off this post telling a very spcific, and, well, I thought, funny story...but sometims if you do that, someone ends up reading something, even though you could have sworn he would never, and there you go. You go from being righteously ticked to being a git. Just trust me: The situation I later slide past discussing was icky. A couple of months ago, my father over heard me explaining my mantra to my mother, about stories. When I realized he over heard I was so mortified...he's so old fashioned, opionated and thinks, similataneously, that I'm three years old and a super mature adult who should be beyond all sorts of things. "You see," I mutter to her, "You know things are really bad when I don't want to *think* about *anything*. That's why all of a sudden you get fun facts about Sean Bean or Neil Gaiman or Oded Fehr out of the blue. By the way, did you know Alan Rickman's really a blond and likes roller coasters?" On our vacation I could be heard to whisper, "Oded Fehr played Ardeth Bay, Pete Marsele..." "Breathe," my mother said. And I did. And I listed every one of Oded Fehr's acting credits, by date, going back to add in the plays he did. During my divorce, I believe my mother must have had my list of Neil Gaiman's works, lsited by date, then medium, in order, memorized. I certainly did. So, anyway, more recently, someone totally icks me out and invades my personal space, after being seriously goopy all day, and I am about ready to murder...the line has been crossed. And my father takes one look at me, sees I really am about to go crazy, and says, "OK. So what movies has Sean Bean in?" This is why I love my parents. They put up with a lot. Permalink Cindy scribed this at 2:46 PM 0 comments |