I don’t consider myself too terribly demanding. However, City Boy would likely disagree. Or perhaps, rather than demanding, he would call it nagging. Not that I’m a nag. At all. No, really, I’m not. Just because I know what I want and I ask for it (often) doesn’t mean I nag…does it? Perhaps I am demanding…
MiKaela, from Rising Rainbow, tagged me in a game of “When I become Famous…”, and says I’m to list my demands. Up until now, my demands have been from someone very infamous. Wait…non-famous? Well, an unknown. I can demand and stomp my feet all day and no one runs to get me a Nestle Deluxe Hot Chocolate with real whipping cream and those cute little sprinkles on top. Instead they leave me to my tantrum until I’m forced to find some form of substitute chocolate…usually a packet of Swiss Miss, minus whipping cream…and make it myself.
But if I were famous…
1) I expect to be met in the morning with my hot chocolate, perfectly topped with real whipping cream (whipped fresh, naturally, just before I walked through the room) and decadent chocolate shavings on top. Forget the little sprinkles, I’m famous now.
2) Someone shall have my riding gloves laid out where I can find them, because right now I haven’t a clue where I’ve laid them last. And riding gloves are a must with young snorty horses who like to pull loose from you given half a chance.
3) It would be nice if someone did my laundry. I haven’t the time, and eventually City Boy begins to complain about the stench that currently follows me. Honestly, I’ve no problem with people who smell like the barn, but City Boy claims smelling like the manure pile isn’t all that appealing. So here, take this and wash it while I’m out, will you?
4) Um, still waiting for the chocolate on top of my whipping cream here…
5) Did anyone donate a trailer to my cause yet? Hello?! I need a trailer. Now. Like…yesterday! You’d think I was asking for the moon here, people! No, just a nice little gooseneck with living quarters, carries something like half a dozen horses, has a rack on top for their hay, I need a shower…you know, nothing too fancy, just enough to get by. And while you’re at it, dahlings…a truck to tow it. Okay, like, just get on it already!
6) My boots are dirty. Who didn’t polish my boots?
7) I’d like a new saddle. No, make that two new saddles. I’d like one of those Australian Stock Saddles because they just look so darned comfy! And I want a new reining saddle. Custom made, naturally, by Curt Storbakken.
Will someone put up my round pen for me, please? And footing. Simply must have good footing in there.
9) Hello? Still waiting on those chocolate shavings for my hot chocolate!
10) Sliding windows to throw hay into the stalls, please, dear. I know, I know…nag, nag, nag.
11) Can we please get some more gravel delivered? I’d like to build up the stalls a bit, put a path about 8 feet wide along the front of the top pasture so that I’ve got a dry ‘trail’ to lead the horses (or sheep) along from paddocks to lower pasture.
12) Excuse me?!?! My hot chocolate is now cold chocolate and we’ll have to start all over again.
You see? I’m not that demanding…or desperate…or nagging…am I? And because I enjoyed playing famous, I decided that I’d post this to both of my blogs…just to see what it was like not to have to type them both out and use my brain in a creative way twice within 24 hours.
Now, I believe the rules of the game state I must tag others…and since MiKaela selected five, that’s what I shall do, too, because we famous people can’t be bothered with taking the time to decide on our own just how many people ought to be tagged. Unless we want to, of course, then our decision is final and no one else has any say in the matter. But I shall tag five. Hmmm….
The reason I selected these unfortunate souls to play in this game of tag is because they were the last to leave comments here. Their names and links to their blogs were readily accessible to the right of my post. Easy targets. We famous folk like easy targets. And allow me just to remind the five of you that I do not play games of tag. I do not list “8 things people may not have known”, as that would take out all the mystery that is me, the famous person. Now, run along and make like you are famous…
Whew! I’ve been laying in the bed with flu demanding all kinds of kind attention. So I missed getting tagged. Flu has it’s lone advantage.
Chocolate Shavings – YES PLEASE!
Okay – I’ll play along.
Okay, i’m a lemming. I’m not too willing, but I need the employment (and thus the grief) to keep my little farm going
I’ll have to mull over it a little, because these are unchartered waters for me. You know, we all think about winning the lottery, but how many of us think about what we’d like as spoiled brats afterwards?
I imagine that I’d be a little like Montgomery Brewster, who presented with the challenge of disposing of $30m in 30 days, was sick to his back teeth of money at the end of it all. So as soon as I’m famous, I’d like to be non-famous again
Hmmm, a study in the UK recently of what adolescents wanted to do when they grew up showed that of the girls, more than half cared not about having any talent in particular, but just wanted to be ‘famous’. Bizarre.
well gee…. thanks Tracey, I think. So, you want to be a redneck? How long have I been trying to get you to come here. Girl, after a few days with us , when you returned, you would be the redneck queen!!!!! Just pack a change of jeans, grab your boots, oh, and a toothbrush( I don’t share) and we will educate you on being redneck. Plus, start our own possum race and farm.lol Hope you and yours have a blessed day.
Laura
So that’s what it’s like to be famous? I have never thought “famous” – just rich! but it’s an interesting concept and you will hit that famous spot much faster than most of the rest of us. Actually, you ARE famous, in your own little world!! Look at how many people read your blogs and love them!!
Keep up the work, famous or not!
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