Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Stop Me! Can Somebody Please Help Me!?

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Oh, Dear Ones, I have a confession to make. I think I've made it before, but I'll be brave and repeat myself. I'm a dishaholic! Yes, that's right. I can't help myself. Can anyone out there help me?
You see, I can just be driving down the street and I will feel dishes softly calling my tiny name! I will turn the car around if I have to and go to the nearest thrift shop! Yes, I will do just that!
Last week I was returning from the grocery store and I heard the calling! I started to tremble and my car starting waving back and forth on the road! Oh, no! It's happening again, I said to myself. I immediately picked up my cell and dialed my Mother and told her there was so much traffic on the streets and I was going to be later coming home than I thought. I was headed straight to the nearest thrift shop!
Do you see what I just did!? I lied to my Mother! Dishaholics do these sorts of things! She told me later she knew what I was going to do. I wasn't even fooling her! Oh, the agony of Dishaholism! It's terrible, I tell you! Just Terrible!
Is there any help for someone like me? Would any of you admit to being a dishaholic!?
I want you just to look at this temptation! I really do try to be strong, but hey, I love dishes! They don't have to be priceless, or antiques, or even beautiful - they just have to call my name and believe me, I can hear very well! Oh, I'm so ashamed!
Well, you're not going to even believe this! I started loaded up the above nine plates! Yes, I said NINE plates! See? It was already worked out for me in case I broke a plate I would still have service for eight! I have dishaholism very badly! Do you see these kitchy glasses? They're really not pretty at all - they are peach and blue already! How 80s! But with my disease, I had to have them, Dear Ones! They matched the plates and there were NINE of them! Can you see what a bad shape I'm in?
Kitchy glasses to match the plates, nine of each, they were all coming home with me. I was reeling! Almost passing out! I had to steady myself by leaning on the checkout counter. Man, this is so bad. I'm so ashamed!
Just look at these glasses! Would anyone in their right mind bring these things home? Well, if you were a dishaholic like me you would. You really wood.
Now dishes are dishes whether you can eat out of them or not. I turned to leave the shop and right then and there I had to stop! It was happening again...can you hear it? What?
Ever so softly...Shelia...Shelia! Oh, the voice is so sweet, I just couldn't help myself! I grabbed this lovely vase, after all it will go with all my red and white transferware. See, I even reason with myself! I'm such a dishaholic! Will I ever be cured? Can I ever be cured? I just don't know!
I flipped this little lovely over to look at the mark on the bottom, you know dishaholics do this too, and I almost fainted again! It said FTD and there was the flower man! Oh, my heart was just pounding! Someone had ordered flowers for a dear one in this very vase from a florist and it was delivered right to the door! Special sweetheart roses or springy cut flowers were resting in this and it was held in love by somebody! Was that somebody a dishaholic? I don't think so or they wouldn't have let this little beauty go.
Well, there you have it. I've been as honest, except to my Mother, as I can be with you. I am a dishaholic and I have dishaholism very badly. Can anyone help me? Can anyone stop me?
No way! Only if Mr. Precious takes away my credit card!!! I'm about to run out of hiding places!

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

Bottle of Wine
(well, you know what I mean! ) ;)

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine,
when you gonna let me get sober.
Let me alone. Let me go home.
Let me back and start over.

Well, I've rambled around this dirty old town
singing for nickels and dimes.

Times getting' rough.
I can't get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine.

Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine.
Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.

Well, the preacher will preach
and the teacher will teach.
The miner will dig in the mine.

I ride the rods, trusting in God,
huggin' my little bottle of wine.

Well, pain in my head,
bugs in my bed,
pants so old that they shine.

Out on the street, I tell the people I meet
to buy me a little bottle of wine.

Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
~sung by The Kingston Trio - poor things