Shut it! And NO! I don't mean I am mentally ill! You people already know that's the case. The fact is I have a cold that's trying to kick my ass, and, coincidentally, is the not so distant cousin of the one that almost made me commit hari kari in December. This one has been working on me since last Wednesday, so by Friday I gave in and went to the Doctor so that I could get over it quicker.
However, something sad happened when I went to the Doctor's office (Yes the your tiniest violin is in order for this, so I will wait while you retrieve yours...back? ok...good! It's about time, slackers!) so I could get something to kick back at this cold. He gets done sticking things in my ears, nose, and throat. Asking me questions not once, but twice. Then, turns around and writes his nasty, judgmental little notes about the orifices located in my head and asks, "Do you need a note for work?"
Now, mind you, my first reaction was to laugh. Why? Because, my immediate reaction would have probably been to cry, AND because I have never been one to master the pretty cry. Instead I have the certificate to prove that I am the official world record holder in the Guinness World Record Book for "World's Ugliest, Put a Plastic Bag Over Her Head and Make Her STOP Crier" So rather than terrify the poor Doctor with a visual like that (especially since he hadn't yet handed me my prescriptions), I opted to laugh.
I work for myself. Well, on paper I actually work for the husband him. I told the Doctor that and he sat there and laughed at me. WTF? If he hadn't been holding on to my prescriptions as he doubled over with laughter (thereby burying them somewhere in the folds of stomach and doctor's coat), tears creating a puddle on the floor, and cracking his head on the little counter I would have kicked him in the shins. HARD. Bastard!
I also would have huffed in indignation at my treatment once getting the prescriptions in my fevered little hands, but there's an excellent chance the only thing that I would have accomplished would have been slime-ing the office, and my prescriptions, in snot like something out of Ghost Busters! I decided against it because
So anyway...I'm sick. If
So first things first.
I was blessed with yet another award!
*big shit eating grin*
Jim over at JP BRANDANO: FLORIDA PHOTOGRAPHERS (NOT YOUR USUAL PHOTOGRAPHY BLOG)
Some of you might know that I am an aspiring photographer. If you didn't have prior knowledge of this....consider yourself informed! I love taking photos (which is why all you lovelies get beat with at least one of them every Friday), and a dream is to be able to make money from them.
So, while I am not there (yet), I have guilty, chocolate like pleasures when it comes to good photography. I can sit for hours looking at awe inspiring photos. Jim and his wife pay their bills in Florida by taking beautiful wedding photos, but my favorites are the nature photos that Jim posts. His pictures are absolutely amazing.... If you've never been over to visit his blog, and you love beautiful photos...Jim's blog is a must stop!!
Thank you Jim! I am honored that you consider my little corner of insanity a "Jewell in the blog universe".
Now, on to the thing that I found-ish. I was recently digging through some old photos I had taken. During the dig I ran across a not particularly good picture I had taken with the husband him's camera during one of our many jaunts down to Arkansas to pad the pockets of our chiropractor.
The area has a huge lake, and everywhere you look on the way to the chiro's office there are resorts, signs for boat docks, hand tied lures, gas stations, rentals, blah, blah, blah. This sign was located at one of those gas stations, and every time we drove by I'd laugh my fool head off at some of the stuff that would wander, unheeded, through my head when I saw it. Yes! I tend to amuse myself from time to time!
"What the hell did the minnows do to you? Maybe the minnows think you are crappi!"
"And why sell crappi minnows?"
"Why the hell would you charge $.59/dozen for crappi minnows?"
"Why not get excellent minnows and charge $1.59 for 6 minnows?"
"You want to know what's crappi? Your marketing!"
So anyway...there's all I've got.
And no...there are no refunds on the time you lost sitting there reading this post! Suck it up!
Jewell =) xo