I love my mother dearly, but I never thought that we were too much alike. Recently, as in the past few years, I’ve found myself saying things that make me realize I sound just like my mother. For example…this morning I woke up and realized I hadn’t written anything yet towards my NoBloPoMo for today. I wasn’t finding much inspiration for something worth posting and I said to my self, “Who has the time or the energy to write something every day worth reading for 30 days straight? Not me. Noblopomo is for the birds.”
I have officially turned into my mother.
She used to say that all the time when I was growing up.
You don’t want to watch that crap, it’s for the birds.
You don’t need to spend that kind of money on those, that’s for the birds.
So this morning, I almost decided to quit NoBloPoMo…because it’s for the birds. But then my mom came back into my head again to remind me that I don’t quit. She used to say that if I didn’t like something, I never had to do it again. But once I started, I had to finish. No matter how much I didn’t like it. No discussion.
So, in honor of my mom and not quitting, these are a few other things that I think are for the birds…
My new comp plan.
Paying more than $1000 for a handbag.
Working on Fridays
at all past 4PM.
Mopping floors/ cleaning baseboards.
Running 13 miles. *Even though I’m doing it in 5 weeks.
Treating dating like a sales pitch.
Lusting over a boy who doesn’t give you the time of day.
Caring about Heidi and Spencer or if Audrina is moving out.
Waking up before 6AM.
Looking up old flames on FB.
Going as long as I have without a pedicure.
Not living life to the fullest.
What do you think is For The Birds these days?