As the Saying Goes
There is no time like the present to get off the dime and make hay. You can make the hay while the sun shines or you can burn the midnight oil. You can make do, you can make your mark, or you can make a difference. Whatever you do, do it right, do it now, and do wacka do.
And win one for the Gipper.
You can be a bump on a log or go bump in the night. You can bump it up or get bumped off, but don’t get bummed out. And don’t let them make a bum out of you. Or a monkey either. Remember, you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear and you can’t get milk from a stone.
And be careful what you wish for; it may come true.
It goes without saying that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, but don’t rock the boat, as the saying goes. Keep your chin up and knock on wood and always bear in mind that money talks but doesn’t grow on trees and all that glitters is not gold. And let’s not forget that money is the root of all evil.
And as you sow so shall you reap.
True, rules were made to be broken, but if you dress to the nines and go for the whole nine yards, appearances can be deceiving. Opportunity knocks only once, but if at first you don’t succeed, try again. Grabbing the brass ring, going for the big cahuna, the whole enchilada, going for broke, and going for gold can land you on the horns of a dilemma, and you end up going to hell in a handbasket…
But when the going gets tough the tough get going.
Even if you didn’t get up with the chickens or get out of bed on the wrong side or get off on the wrong foot, you might not get the picture if you don’t get with the program. The squeaky wheel gets the grease and the early bird gets the worm. You can go by the book or you can go off half-cocked, but either way you’ll find yourself out on a limb if you don’t give the Devil his due. You will find him in the details.
If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen.
Handsome is as handsome does and he who laughs last laughs longest so long as one understands, more in sadness than in anger, that boys will be boys, and that’s all she wrote. You can hit the bricks or hit the books or hit the hay or hit the road. You can hit a home run or hit the right note or hit it off, but you can’t hit the broad side of a barn if you’re carrying a torch.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
Maybe you’re a flash in the pan or maybe you’re in for the long haul, but if you fly by the seat of your pants and you can’t hold a candle, if you don’t know whether to fish or cut bait, if you won’t face the music, you may face a Hobson’s choice. You’re right as rain if you believe you’ve got an axe to grind. Are you a flash in the pan or will you face the music? Can you keep your powder dry and your nose to the grindstone? Are you in the black or in the red or in the pink? You’re in the limelight and it is anywhere but in the bag. More likely it’ll be in your face and you might well go bananas or bonkers or ballistic or postal. What you need to do is go the distance.
Don’t forget, nature abhors a vacuum.
You can’t fiddle while Rome burns and then wake up and smell the roses, which, incidentally, by any other name would smell as sweet. You have to know the ropes and know which way the wind is blowing and know your limitations and know which way is up and to thine own self be true, knock on wood. Be an Indian giver and things will never be hunky dory even if it all does come out in the wash.
And if you remember nothing else, remember this: It’s not over till the fat lady sings.
Posted by Paul Duffy at March 30, 2010 04:52 PM (ON: BAD ATTITUDES)
