Last week I stumbled upon a website that I have been enjoying tremendously. It's called 1001 rules for my unborn son. It's an ongoing project filled with great advice that made me pause, smile, and read until I'd gone through them all (304 as of today).
I even employed one of the rules this last week at my company Christmas party- "Rule 243. There is no need to tell anyone you are leaving the bar (or in my case, the party). It's called an Irish Goodbye. And it comes in handy."
Here are a few more of my favourites:
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Rules
258. No vanity license plates.
245. Look people in the eye when you thank them, especially waiters.
242. Hang artwork at eye-level.
235. When singing karaoke, choose a song within your range.
232. There is exactly one place where it is acceptable to wear gym clothes.
168. Be cool to the younger kids. Reputations are built over a lifetime.
148. When handling a frog, be gentle.
125. A t-shirt is neither a philosophy nor an advertisement. It’s a shirt. Wear it plain.
86. Never criticize a book, play, or film unless you have read or seen it yourself.
14. Men with facial hair have something to hide.
Posted by Jamie at 9:33 p.m.
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3 comments:
I hate saying good bye, so I often try to just leave. People seem to think it's rude, I think it's easier.
Wow, I love so many of those.
I really like the 'look people in the eye when you thank them', and 'hang artwork at eye-level' (58" from the floor to the center of the piece is gallery standard). Why don't people know to hang art at eye level? I can't wait to meet your unborn son. When are you going to have one anyway?
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