Posts Tagged ‘Surprises’

It Wasn’t

October 20, 2021

This morning when I was in that half-awake/half-asleep haze, I was arguing with one of my dreams if it was going to be worth it for me to fully wake up just yet. (This sort of thing happens to me a lot.)

“Go on,” the dream encouraged me. “You’ll get a nice surprise today if you wake up.”

Not long after that when I was mostly awake, but still feeling hazy, L’s Mother sauntered in and announced that there’s a strange cat on the porch.

“That had better not be it,” I muttered.

The Thoughts That Preceded Today’s Unscheduled Nap

August 24, 2018

I’ve been on kind of a task treadmill all this week.  Maybe I should slow down for–

This Should Come As No Surprise

December 1, 2016

Surprise parties feature in a lot of fiction, particularly on television.  Personally my favorite type of surprise party is one I know about in advance, especially if it’s for me.

What’s that?  “Don’t I like surprises?”

If I liked surprises, I wouldn’t have gotten so skilled at opening my Christmas presents before Christmas, now would I?


August 29, 2013

I said I’d be surprised by pleasant surprises; the other kind doesn’t really count.

Try again.

(Busy today due to several surprisingly expected crises all popping up at once.)

(. . .)

(Wait.  “Surprisingly expected.”  I get it now!)


Go Ahead . . . Surprise Me

August 28, 2013

Come to think of it though, since I expect the vast majority of surprises to be of the unpleasant variety, what would really be a surprise would be a series of pleasant surprises, now wouldn’t it?

No Surprise There

August 27, 2013

When I needed a title for yesterday’s entry, “I Hate Surprises” was exactly what I was going for in a title, but I thought it could do with some follow-up clarification.

I don’t just hate surprises, I really hate surprises.


Yes, I’ve experienced some pleasant surprises in my time, but not enough of them to outweigh all the unpleasant surprises which have come my way.  So much so, in fact, that I react to the phrase “I have a surprises for you,” with the same lack of enthusiasm I do to “We need to talk,” and pretty much for the same reason.  While a horrible experience isn’t guaranteed to follow those words, I’ve learned what the odds are, and react accordingly.

But truth be told, my dislike of surprises runs even deeper than that.

Not only was I the kid who mastered the art of unwrapping and re-wrapping Christmas presents just so I could know what I was getting in advance, I was the kid who if someone left a computer game destined to be a Christmas present in the closet they thought I’d never look in, I’d substitute it with a different game of the same weight, play the game for two months before Christmas, then put everything back the way it was just in time for Christmas Eve.

(I have told you about that by now, haven’t I, Mom?  Sure hope so . . .)