Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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About Me
- Last Place Finisher
- First Draft: Classier than a receding mullet, more thoughtful than emotive, able to speak while belching and still sound profound. Look - up on your screen - he's a nerd, he’s so plain, it’s SuperDad! Second Draft: A pragmatic individual who is still highly sensitive, as tough as the situation warrants, good sense of humor, doesn't take himself too seriously, conceptual problem solver, intensely intellectual, logical, exhibits flashes of genius. Third Draft: A real hamishe mensch. Fourth Draft: Renaissance man, knows the classics, savors fine wine, eats live chipmunks, wears a silk thong, appreciates livestock, speaks some Yiddish.
18 Comments:
What? One of those days where you get your head whacked off, stuffed, and mounted on a wall covered in bad wood paneling, next to a neon beer sign?
Dude, all the time - it sucks!
Cat, you so totally get it.
Probably the first time anyone's ever said that to me!
Thank you for your comment on my blog. I don't have time to read the first chapter yet, but I will be back. Intrigued.....
It wasn't as bad as his ;)
Oh my, thanks for visiting my blog. And Georgia O'Keefe is a personal favourite of mine!!!
And yes I have had days like that all the time. You are also writing a novel? How great is that!
I will have to start following your blogs then. I will go and check out the other ones now too!!
That is truly a bad day.
I can't even look....
Hey! Thanks for stopping by The Jason Show and for commenting. The new car smell idea for a bathroom spray is fascinating, but, yes, confusing. And I understand your reference to coming or going!
By the way, any friend of Cheri's is a friend of mine!
Poor moose.
I always forget which damn blog to check on !!!
Hey, that's the brother of the bastard that's in my basement.
and, yeah. He makes my shitty day smell great!!!
I grew up with texas long horns over the fireplace (really) and stuffed birds all over the place.
I always thought it was my parents way of warning off boyfriends - imagine having 4 girls within 5 years. Oh yeah - and all three of the older girls were cute, perky teenagers.
I would have been much better off yesterday if that had been my head.
And after my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day? In which I was almost killed in a traffic accident with Laura and Henry in the car? I had to force Tom to cuddle me in bed last night. Yes. It's true.
I tell you everything.
Some days with my CI strapped on my head, I feel like a mounted moose, judging by the gawks and the WTF's from strangers.
David
Sorry, I got distracted...what did Cheri do with Laura and my brother Henry in her car?
(Stop looking at me Moose. It's freaking me out.)
That moose has my eyes.
And with my recent menopause I've found strange little hairs growing under my chin. Like that moose, I expect my face to be covered in fur by Christmas. Groan.
Thank you kindly for your comment on my blog about my dustpan post.
And, honestly, that was intended to be a one-paragraph post, but I discovered the Rays' book, and it was just incredible - what connections. I actually lived about 4 blocks from where their church was, back in the 90s'. Of course, I was there in the 1990s and they were in the 1890s, but......
Thank you.
That is how I've felt for the past couple of months.
These are some funny comments.
You inspire us.
Now I gotta go poop.
It's gonna hurt.
See? I do tell you everything.
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