There's Things I Do Do and Then There's Things I Don't Do

Feel free to chime in (guys) regarding this list. It’s okay because, if it’s negative, what you say isn’t going to change this list. It’s taken years to cultivate the person I am today.

Things I don’t do around the house*:

-       I don’t change light bulbs.** I don’t even know where we keep the light bulbs although I could make a pretty good guess.

-       I don’t mow the lawn (but I do mow the lawn at the lake).

-       I don’t make my (our) bed even though every other bed in the house is always made (unless the kids are home). On the weekend, a bed fairy (not me) swoops in and makes it.

-       I don’t buy the wine even though I drink the wine. It just appears in the refrigerator.

-       I don’t (usually) take out the trash but I would if I felt it needed to be. There’s really no use emptying it until it is completely full. Am I right?

-       I don’t iron. I understand that not ironing and nothing needing to be ironed are two different things.

-       I don’t turn on the television. Probably in principal because there are three remotes for this one TV and I don’t care enough about TV to sync them in order to actually get the TV to turn on. I don't change dead batteries in remotes (computer mice, yes).

-       I don’t respond (well) to reminder notes on the kitchen island if someone has asked me to do something (i.e. postmark the taxes, deposit a check, take the car to the dealership, etc.). If I’ve acknowledged hearing the request and committed to performing the task, it will be handled efficiently. If you ask if I did it, the answer will probably be, “Oops, I forgot.”

-       I don’t turn socks or underwear right side out before I wash them. Uh, gross!

-       I don’t clean the garage or the basement.

Someday, maybe, I’ll write about what I do do because, of course, it’s a much longer list than this one. I’m actually very, very good at the things I actually do do.

* This is not a complete list. List is subject to change on whim. 

** This all started when I walked in the house on this drabby afternoon and the lamp in the family room refused to illuminate.

Bloggers Note: I walked into my house just now prepared to write about something entirely different. The title would have been, “Why I Failed Today”. Things change.

Your Invitation Is In The Mail

I’ve never participated in Stasha's Monday Listicles before but I follow a few people that do and have always been fascinated by these lists. All sorts of crazy lists.

Today, it’s all about whom you would invite to a dinner party.

Dead or Alive.

This is very interesting for me because I love dinner parties AND I happen to have a ton at my house (or just people dropping by at dinnertime?). Often I don’t have sole and discretionary choice of who attends. You know. If you invite Susie then you must invite Carolyn and if Mark comes, then Joe will be offended if not asked…blah, blah, blah. It happens that way over here.

It's my choice today and I’m going with only those who are breathing because I like all my guests breathing AND fun!.  There are soooo many I’d love to cook for so today's list includes those from the entertainment industry because if I’m cooking, the least they can do is keep me laughing and amused, right?

Here it is, in no particular order with the exception of the first two and the guest of honor at the end:

1.    Pink- My girl crush and I do know many girls crush on her because I’ve been to her concert. Attendance is girl heavy (I’ve even seen a girl fight at one). She is an amazing performer and funny and down to earth and I want her to be my friend.

2.     Bob Richie (aka Kid Rock)- He doesn’t know it but he is my guy. I’d kiss him all over if ever given the opportunity (probably not but there’s something about naughty guys that keeps me interested!) I’ve seen him more in concert than any other solo performer. His name tag is to my right.

3.    Keith Richards- Something about him, as part of my all time favorite group, absolutely fascinates me. Could be the bad guy thing or the life he's lead. The bad guy thing again? But he’s all cleaned up!

4.    Ellen Degeneres- To me, she is just about the funniest person alive. I “get” her humor. She makes me laugh. She loves to dance, too. She’s different. Love that!

5.    Sandra Bullock- Sandy’s invited because I think she’s a cool chick. I would be her friend in a minute and I think she’d enjoy me too.  She’s the girl down the street. I’d talk with her about getting together with “oh so HOT” Ryan Reynolds. I’m not sitting her next to my husband, however.

6.    Robert Redford- I know, I know. He’s all wrinkly but I still think he’s gorgeous and smart and talented and this is my list.

7.    David Letterman- Again, the smart (ass) and witty factor plays big here. Love his black and very dry humor. (Remember, it’s all about making me laugh) He would keep all conversation flowing and he more then likely knows them all.

8.    Meryl Streep- She'd be invited because of her general awesomeness! I love her. Love her acting; love her attitude and confidence; love her seemingly normal and out of the spot light approach to life. She can sit next to Scott.

9.    Matt Damon- I’d like to tell him that I will miss him as Jason Bourne. I would, however, refrain from gushing all over how hot I think he is. He wrote “Good Will Hunting” so I know he’s an intelligent dude. I’d tell him how smart I thought he was ;-). He's also a family man. Like that lots!

10.My Guest of Honor, Robert Downey, Jr.- He would be, hands down, my choice and sit immediately to my left but I'd struggle being completely absorbed with him. It would be difficult for me to tear myself away and focus on any other guest but my head would definitely turn when Kid Rock tapped my shoulder for attention (maybe they would fight over me. How awesome!). I love everything about Robert and have for a very long time (warts and all!). I, especially, loved him during his Ally McBeal days. I've seen almost anything he's done.

So I know this list is guy heavy but I couldn’t resist. After all, it is my dinner party! Don't suppose they'd do the dishes? I bet Sandy would!