N is for Numbers


Numbers never stay inside my brain
They wash away like morning rain,
Phone numbers, birthdays, addresses, too
What’s a number hating gal to do?
Stepping on the scale can be a fright
When I see the results of my binge last night,
Numbers, numbers, everywhere
They like to catch me unaware,
There’s no escape, nowhere to hide
I should know because I’ve tried,
Speed limits, grocery prices, bills galore
I’ve had it with numbers, my brain is sore!

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  1. Grace Grits and GardeningApril 16, 2013 at 6:07 AM

    Very cute and I can relate.

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  2. Corinne RodriguesApril 16, 2013 at 6:23 AM

    You wrote this about me? :)

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    1. UnknownApril 16, 2013 at 7:00 AM

      Haha, Corinne! Do you have a numbers aversion, too? Glad to know I'm not alone!

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  3. Celebrate WomanApril 16, 2013 at 6:31 AM

    What a great reflection of life!
    And cats are Always appropriate!

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    1. UnknownApril 16, 2013 at 7:00 AM

      Thanks for dropping by, CA! I always like to include cats in totally unrelated topics like numbers. Just call me the crazy cat lady!

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  4. ChocolattezApril 16, 2013 at 7:48 AM

    no matter how many times I tell myself the numbers don't matter... the numbers keep cropping up... grr

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    1. UnknownApril 16, 2013 at 8:15 AM

      Yep. Numbers are cruel that way. They tell the truth with such a painful reality.

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  5. Catch My WordsApril 16, 2013 at 3:08 PM

    I used to have an incredible memory for numbers. I'd hear someone's birthday one time and have it locked in memory. My mother, aunt, and daughters can/could do it too. I hate to admit it, but I'm losing my trick with age. It might have to do with artificial sweeteners.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/2013/04/atoz-ww-n-for-naughty-pictures.html

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  6. menopausal mamaApril 16, 2013 at 4:56 PM

    This is AWESOME!!! And oh man, I totally get you when it comes to the numbers on the scales--those are the numbers I hate most of all!

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2013 at 5:55 AM

      Thanks for stopping in, Marcia! Yes, scale numbers are not for the faint of heart. I try not to look too often.

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  7. SuzyApril 16, 2013 at 7:56 PM

    Loved this - I always say, the scales lie!

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2013 at 5:54 AM

      I agree, Suzy, especially the ones at Weight Watchers!

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  8. Mary PurpariApril 16, 2013 at 8:21 PM

    Hey, I'm a numbers girl here. I have an AA in math. I LOVE numbers; I also love your poem. :D

    http://marypurpari.blogspot.com/2013/04/n-is-for-nerve.html

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2013 at 5:53 AM

      Thanks for your comment, Mary. Good for you being a numbers girl. Glad someone is!

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