The World is my oyster.
The World is my stage.
The World is my toilet.
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The World is my plaything.
The World is my inspiration.
How does the world look to you?
The World is my oyster.
The World is my stage.
The World is my toilet.
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The World is my plaything.
The World is my inspiration.
How does the world look to you?
Life can be one long line, but it helps to make “line buddies” along the way.
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That’s an interesting thought – I like it!
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….fragile home.
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You paint a vivid word picture – very thought provoking.
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That says it all.
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Renee, one of your comments came through, and this one ended up in the bowels of Spam Hell. Are you still having problems with comments?
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Brilliant answer.
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While I wish the world was my plaything, I’ll just have to try to eek out some inspiration from it for now.
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Until Forbes puts us in the top richest folks list, it’s perhaps for the best.
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The world is my unsolved puzzle. And a maze, conundrum, enigma, box of chocolates…
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Can this puzzle be solved? Or is it all about the pursuit of solutions.
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Inspiration. The world is my inspiration. And folks in the world – like yourself – crack me up!
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There are a lot of funny folks in the world, aren’t there? But I suspect many of them are not trying to be funny.
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I can’t top MJ.
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True- it’s something for all of us to remember, isn’t it?
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The ashtray struck a nerve with me, they’re everywhere, alongside the chewing gum. Yuck. Good one, MJ! Can’t wait to see your necklace, Pegoleg.
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That’s what prompted this post. I walked out of my office the other day and somebody had emptied their ashtray in the gutter out front – a gross mess of butts in a mud puddle. I thought, “some people see the world as their oyster, and some see it as their ashtray.”
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I remember once walking outside of a Jaguar/Rolls-Royce/Ferrari/Infiniti dealership where I briefly worked in Imaginaryland (california, I mean) and a couple who had just come in to look at pricey cars, without buying, returned curbside to where their beautiful Mercedes Benz was parked. The other Salesman stood there, stiff as deadguy, and watched them drive off. He then growled with disbelief as he hurried up to the curb…he pointed down to show me where that lovely, well-off couple had dumped a dirty baby diaper in the clean, swept gutter. I was stunned. He said he had watched the wife change the baby in the car, then just fling the diaper over her shoulder into the curb, shut the glossy silver car door, and they all 3 drove away. Just like that.
On that particular day, I wished the world was my shooting gallery.
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I would have been loading ’em for you. The nerve!
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Hi there! I just nominated you for a Versatile Blogger award. Happy 2012. More here http://shortandfun.wordpress.com/2012/01/03/versatile-blogger-award-you-like-me-you-really-like-me/
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Well, thank you very much – I’m flattered!
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Right now, the world looks amusing to me – thanks to you! 🙂
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Thank you. Thank you very much (picture this said with Elvis lip curl).
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A very thought provoking post!
The world is my garden. I harvest it every day when I read all the amazing things that the bloggers of the world write… I’d prefer to harvest chocolate, but the world doesn’t seem to work that way…
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Great visual! Wouldn’t it be great if Dove chocolates grew wild? I wouldn’t mind doing some weeding.
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Really, it depends on the day (cop-out of an answer..)
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I don’t think that’s a cop out – it’s true. So much depends on the side of the bed one wakes up on.
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My conspirator……
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You and Mother Earth – in it together, hmm?
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Through baby blues. (or was I supposed to answer philosophically?)
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Would it kill ya to be deep, huh? Just once?
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I’ll just keep splashing around here in the shallow end, I fella could drown in the deep end.
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Or a fella even.
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Put on your water wings and come on in – the water’s fine!
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I don’t know, Peg, I think we could join forces and make a PowerPoint presentation that would really blow some minds!!
The world is ours for the taking, I think.
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As long as you’re the one managing the PowerPoint, cuz I’ve never used it. Hi, my name is Peg, and I’m a technological dinosaur.
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This one was fun.
The world for me is a funny noise, and I’m the beagle with her ears up and head cocked to one side. Huh…?
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What a great visual! You should make one of your one-of-a-kind collages out of that thought.
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There seem to be many people who think the world is their ash tray/garbage can.
The world is so full of different-ness, sometimes I don’t know where to turn, but much of it is inspiring.
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That’s so true – it is full of different-ness. Sometimes I have to remind myself to appreciate what is different, instead of going with my gut reaction of “different = not good”.
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Today (first day back to work after Christmas vacay and I’m a teacher) the world was one of those big “Wipe Out” sets- you know the kind with the big balls and the stuff that pops out and whacks you in the face just as you’re trying to step off some slimy ledge for higher ground. That being said, I am one day closer to summer vacation! 🙂 BTW- just found you and am enjoying your blog thoroughly!
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Oh, man, you got it bad if you’re counting down the days to summer on the first day back after Christmas. I can just see you hanging onto that slimy ledge by your fingertips – don’t let go!
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There are 101 school days left with children (but who is counting?) I am the go-to calendar queen at my school.
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The world IS our oyster, to be sampled and explored!
“See the world while you can”, someone recently said to me. Oh, yes, that would be the idea for sisters weekend NEXT year – to go to London. Hmmm…. I’ve never been, yet would love to see Europe. What’s holding me back?
I remember taking a one year job as an AET – Assistant English Teacher in Japan. Ended up staying for two years. THAT was an adventure, as much of my life has been.
Ultimately, life is just that – an adventure, to be sampled and explored as much as possible. Life is short. People matter. Explorers must explore whilst they can!!! (what with bad knees and all).
The world is our oyster. Gather those pearls!
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NOTHING is holding you back. Put it in on your calendar: London, next year, with me and a motley cast of sibling characters.
Althought I love the idea of the world being my oyster, I don’t like oysters themselves. Does it lose something if I want the world to be my shrimp?
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Inspiration..
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Me, too. (That’s a self-portrait in the “inspiration” picture, in case you didn’t recognize me in my red bikini.)
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The world is my entertainment.
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Are you the amused, slightly separated voyeur?
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The world is my motivation, an unfulfilled promise.
And small. So incredibly small.
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I don’t see it as small – I see it as vast. Maybe because there are so many places I’ve yet to go. Interesting point of view.
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….is a time line along which we travel in one second increments.
oops. times up. Time to eat oysters, have a smoke and strut around on stage until we’re inspired or need to go to the toilet again. May your world keep spinnin’.
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Do you see it as a line, or a circle as in that whole “circle of life” thing?
If I was strutting around eating oysters and smoking, I’d be dashing to the toilet right quick – to barf!
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Hey, pegoleg! I nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award. Check out the post here–> http://wp.me/p1cZEZ-tW
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Aren’t you a sweetie? Thank you so much for the honor. I must admit to being much too lazy to actually follow-through on awards, but I really appreciate the shout-out.
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The world is not mine. I am just a temporary visitor trying not to disturb the balance any more than it already is.
Love your graphics. 🙂
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That’s a very respectful attitude. I want to respect the world as well, but I want to leave a big, greasy mark on it before I check out!
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Great post. I will enjoy this deep into the wee hours wondering, just like I used to when I knew more. I used to know a lot more years ago. The world was bigger then. It began to shrink the day after I sampled caviar the first and only time.
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Funny how the size of the world changes based on our perspective.
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I’m trying not to look too closely just yet, being just five days into the New Year.
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You probably can’t see anything anyway, with your sleep-deprived, Freshly Pressed eyes!
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