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Rule No.128 - Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

My Mom does not leave home, a restaurant, work or the shops without topping up her lipstick. I am lucky if I remember to put some Zam-buk on and special occasions maybe a touch of nude gloss. She LOVES gardening, I struggle to keep a cactus alive. I am crazy about all furry animals. The further away a mouse is to my Mom, the better. 
The Real Makoya


I'll never be like that, we said when we were younger. Well, things change and we pick up little habits as we grow older. Now days, I'm not comfortable leaving my bed unmade and don't leave the house without mascara. And sometimes I catch myself sounding just like my Mom with the kids at school. 

Remember how you used to roll your eyes at your parents? Well, you might be just like them one day. 




Quote by Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hello Suze,
This is Mr Potato Head (trying to appeal to your Irish side here). I recently stumbled across your blog and have fallen in love with the way you write. If you don’t mind, I would like to propose the title of your next rule... “Nothing to lose and everything to gain” You may ask, how is this possible?...and you’re right. There is always some form of risk with the uncertainty of taking on something new or unknown. Therefore, I dare you. No, I double dare you… Go on a date with me.
Mr Potato Head
Suze said…
Dear Mr Potato Head

Firstly, thank you so much for your comment. I can't tell you how happy it made me knowing that you enjoy reading my ramblings and that I was lucky enough to be stumbled upon.

Secondly, while your rule sounds very profound and well suited to the others, there is a very similar one at Rule No. 392 which is "Do the things you fear most, and the death of fear is certain".

With that been said, my answer to your question comes with Rule No.477.
That's all for now... :)
Anonymous said…
My dearest Suze,

Firstly, the pleasure is all mine. :)

Secondly, thank you for your response. You challenge my thoughts once again. While it gives me great hope that you are not totally opposed to the idea of spending time with me, your timelines are however extremely challenging. According to my calculations it took you two years, two months and two weeks to write 128 rules. At that rate you and I will enjoy and nice meal together in approximately five and a half years when rule 477 roles by (probably through a straw)! Even if you write a rule every day from this day forward, we would meet up in 349 days (Monday 4 August 2014)…and Mondays are no good for dates.
Thus I propose you relook these time lines. I will however play by your rules… Therefore I have decided to adopt rule # 54. I shall take it upon myself to lobby that you bring these proposed rules forward. Even if I have to comment on every single rule going forward, convincing you and your audience to reconsider the future order of your rules.
I urge you to go back and read rules #68 and # 23. Your rules, not mine ;)
Como se dice...That’s all for now :)

Yours faithfully,
Mr. Potato Head

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