Be Careful What You Say....

“Be careful what you say it will come back to haunt you!”  I think I’ve heard this about a

million times in my life and for good reason.  I have always had the knack of saying

things that do come back to haunt me.  It started in my earliest childhood when I

claimed to be able to fly, jumped off the back porch, and promptly split open my head. 

My words are spoken often in haste and with no time to formulate an intelligent reply that

would be more palatable and more digestable for me. (Translated “I’ve eaten my share of

crow). 

This can be a handy ability and almost a super power.  I’ve always had a quick wit and

most of the time have an answer to everything, giving new meaning to the phrase “don’t

let the facts get in the way of a good story”.  I’m not the only person who shares this trait

and many of us who do are quite famous.  Here are some wonderful examples:

“640K is all the memory that anyone will ever need.”  Bill Gates (Currently we are making hard drives with a trillion bits of storage space)

            “Smoking kills.  If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life.”

            Brooke Shields

            “Chemistry is a class you take in high school or college, where you figure out

            2 plus 2 is 10 or something.”  Dennis Rodman

            “And now the sequence of events, in no particular order.”  Dan Rather

            “You can’t just let nature run wild.”  George Hickey, former Governor of

            Alaska

And the winning quote is……

“There aren’t enough Indians in the world to defeat the 7^th Calvary.”  General George Armstrong Custard

You tell’em George!

Don't Blink

Don’t Blink.  It’s a song made popular by Kenny Chesney.  The lyrics remind us that

time goes so quickly that before we know it life passes us by.  I have been reminded

of it twice this week.  Once by a cousin’s blog and then on a facebook post by my oldest

and best friend.  My friend and I shared a cradle together in church when we were 4

months old according to his mother and mine.  Once in kindergarten we snuck away from

the church to see a robin’s nest full of baby birds in a local neighborhood.  He fell out of

the tree we were in, scraped his leg then ran off and left me to find my way back.  We

played football,  baseball, cowboys and indians.  We camped in our backyards sneaking

off to wander around the town in which we lived and once went skinny dipping at a

neighbor’s house in the middle of the night ( I cannot confirm that their dog ran off with

my underwear).   We shot each other with BB guns or  roman candles when we could find


them using metal garbage can lids as shields.


Occasionally, I’m sure we even exchanged blows although I can’t remember a specific

incident.  We went on band trips during high school and I can never remember us not

being friends.  He sat at the funeral home for three days when my sister died and I will

owe him that forever.   We have stayed in touch in our adult lives and commiserated

or celebrated life’s events.  He married another high school friend late in life, 


had his first child and introduced me to a side of him I never knew.   This week

his little girl put on tap shoes for first time and my son put on his football helmet for the

first time.  We spoke about it over the phone.   Don’t blink my friend, don’t blink…..