Honesty. It’s such a lovely word.

Everyone is so untrue.

Honesty is hardly ever heard.

And mostly what I need from you.


I think I’m just going to have to hand this to Billy Joel today. He said it better than I ever could.

But, not “everyone,” Mr. Joel. Not at all.

Linking up tonight with Five Minute Friday. And the theme? truth-600x600.jpg

Here is what I have learned about honesty in the Life of Dana (which is sooooo super interesting, I know):

Life of Not Sober Dana:

I’m totally honest because I would hate to ever make anyone mad at me, and people get mad when they are lied to. I know this because I have watched a lot of gritty cop dramas and those bad people on there LIE, I tell you. And everyone is always so MAD about it. And gritty.

Also? The ‘truth’ is a completely relative term because to make sure that people like me all the time I might lie to you at some point after completely manipulating and controlling every eensy, meensy, single tiny dusty corner of this situation.

Did you know? Controlling every single eensy meensy tiny dusty corner of the situations? It just makes you dusty. And mad.


Life of Sober Dana:

*taps mic* Ahem? I’m all about Rigorous Honesty in All My Affairs.


This sounds SO impossible but honestly? It’s not so bad. Did you know? If you are just honest in the beginning there is NO DUSTING. I SO LOVE THIS.


Ok, I don’t even know what that means.

But, I do know THIS:

To be honest, this honesty thing is SO MUCH EASIER. Why doesn’t everyone do this? Why? Don’t they know? We need to alert the media. And Congress. And small children. All of them.  

Perhaps I have such a handle on honesty because I am just so much more spiritual than most, and have my stuff together more. That’s totally it. *

What? I’m just being honest.

*Disclaimer: Sarcasm often takes honesty and dresses it up in costume. Usually something rather silly. I am not spiritual. I am a recovering alcoholic. This just means I used up all my lies in my 20’s through my 40’s, and so if I say any more dishonest things I will be smited and sent straight to H-E-double hockey sticks.

Disclaimer to the disclaimer: I don’t think God smites in that fashion, with actual bolts of lightening and immediate passage to that hockey sticks place. That kind of thing only happens in the movies. Or Congress.

But there would be smiting in my head and heart and that, as we all know, is much, much worse.





The Tell


Linking up with Five Minute Friday over with Lisa-Jo Baker today.


Today’s theme:



In poker you learn about The Tell.

Don’t lean or twitch.

Don’t look down. Don’t look away.

Don’t softly sigh.

Don’t let them know.

The Tell gives your cards away, and then

The game goes.

The whole thing goes right down the drain.

Like the money and the time,

And possibly even your pride a bit.



Today I am tired of The Tell.

I lean.  I sigh.

I get twitchy.  I sometimes squirm

like a toddler; itchy in my skin.

I look down, and away.

I look up,

for help and answers,

(mostly for help; answers later)  as often as I can stomach it.

The Tell will tell me that

it is best to be still, and careful.


I just don’t listen anymore.

I have my own story to tell.



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Friday is for Funny. And Paul Rudd. My FRIEND.

What?  Don't judge me.  I never paid attention on how to crop and paste in computer class. courtesy of Cineando sl. @Flickr

What? Don’t judge me. I never paid attention on how to crop and paste in computer class.
courtesy of Cineando sl. @Flickr

So, did I ever tell you I am friends with Paul Rudd?

I KNOW, right? He’s so dreamy.   And funnnnny!!!

I think the best thing about Paul is- what?  (*lawyer clears throat*)  Excuse me, I’m trying to post here…  (*furtive whispers*)  NO, I DO, really. Well.  Kind of.  What?  (*eye roll*)  “Journalistic integrity”?  That’s a lot of syllables, and I haven’t had my coffee yet.

Sigh.  All RIGHT.

My lawyer would like me to clarify that the word, uh, “friends” might be a bit of…

Okay OKAY, you know if you keep rolling your eyes they’ll stick that way, right?  And you can’t be a good lawyer with your eyes all stuck up like that, no one would know how to make eye contact.  It would be awkward and- NO I AM NOT TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT!

I’m not friends with Paul Rudd.  My husband went to high school with him.  He remembers talking to him once in biology class.  There.

My enthusiasm for this post is waning.
So, enjoy.  And hey, did I ever tell you how I once offered a granola bar to Patton Oswalt in the airport?