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What's the hardest thing about being you?
Posted on Aug 19th, 2009
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sandi
sandi
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 19, 2009:
Oh, that would be keeping my opinions to myself. The easiest thing by far, is to have someone ask me for advice or an opinion and I'm off and running like my butt was on fire. Why do I do this insane 'Know it all" bullsh*t when I know good and well it has every opportunity in the world to come back and blindside me? When I give of my myself based on tried and true knowledge, that's all hunky-dory. When I start mixing conjecture with absolute fact, I move into the realms of prophecy or science fiction, take your pick. It's always science fiction until it actually happens, then it becomes a prophecy. Anyway, I lay my veracity on the line far too often for my comfort, when I should be saying, " Me? You're asking me? Uh, I dunno... go ask the man over there in the blue suit." then slink away. There really are no absolutes except one and I'm not real damn sure about that one anymore.
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Sandi - people go to you for your opinion because they know a wise woman when they see one.
Crystal Lake, Illinois is 796 miles from Atlanta, Georgia (this is not my opinion, I just Googled it), and even I can see from this distance that you are a wellspring of wisdom.
Drat, what a long way, I guess that put you coming over to pick figs today out of the question. Well, I'd better flow on out again, or ooze as the case may be back out, it's like wading through warm syrup out there today. A wiser person would have had it done and caught a nap later.
sniff, sniff? Do I smell something burning?
b-but you didn't rescue me on my blog [sniff]…
You are absolutely Fun!!!
Hey, Gab, yeah, It's the part I usually sit on. I've already shot my mouth off this morning. I told Laurie last night that I must love the taste of Foot since I always seem to have one in my mouth.
Yo, Jon. At first I was going to tell you to ask the man in the blue suit, But I've decided to cut a deal instead. They can have the meat and bones if they'll just leave the brains in a large jar of cappuccino in the fridge.
Hi, Jeannie, thanks, right now I feel absolutely overwhelmed. This garden thing may be getting out of hand. Where the hell is that electric monkey when I need him? Mostly likely sitting up in Big, munching light bulbs, jeering at me for having bitten off more than I can chew. Not really, I'm like Paula Dean, I gotta big mouth, Honey!
Brains in cappuccino? Can I get some of that at Starbucks?
I just got out of a particularly intense client session and came straight to this discussion thread knowing FULL WELL that it would make me smile … and it did! Laughter, is indeed, the best medicine.
For Goodness Sake, Gabby! Don't drink that!! We are preserving Jon.
Hi, Laurie, I'm breaking out the sugar and measuring cups, I think I'm getting into a jam here.
Oh, Lordy, I've just found my cell phone in a bucket of figs. I should just go shopping or something.
Jons brains in cappuccino! I'll have a verde please.
Ya'll are sick and twisted! Me likey.
What would have happened if Newton had been sitting under a fig tree? Fig Newtons? Oh wait……..
He would have figgered it out eventually.
I was sitting here not feeling particularly warm and fuzzy about my job when a thought occurred to me. Does a black hole think that its job sucks?
Heh. One word. Gravitas.
No cake! You can't have Newtons with out cake! He would have a sticky mess on his head for sure, when a fig is ripe enough to drop, it is already jam. Just not the kind you'd care to eat.
What's worse, that it sucks or that it hurls? I think of them as intergalactic vacuum cleaners, and I'd hate to see all that stuff coming back up. A black hole needs to read the job description before taking the job or move on and let some other poor sucker work the position.
Heh. Gravitas. Strange that you should say that, Mudge, very strange, indeed.
Heavy.
By the way, Mudge and Bob, Big is the name of my banana tree, that's where the electric monkey hangs out when he's being wicked and won't help.
Black holes are stupid. They can't read. They just suck after hurling.
=:-o
I really don't give a flip. They're just supposed to recycle, out of this universe, Snap!! Right into the next. I'm thinking you have horrified Mudge.
We will now discuss in a little more detail the Struggle for Existence. That's not me, it's Charley Darwin.
It's not me horrified, it's me being pulled into Bob's black hole….
;-]
Personally, I don't struggle to exist, but I think you've happened upon a really good question. That being, What do you struggle with? I think I'll contemplate that a bit.
Sorry, can't do it. Not enough gravitas.
Standing 'O', baby ! ! !
I have no idea what happened on this blog but anything with 24 responses is definitely worth reading!
Gotcha, same reason I can't be a philosopher, I keep busting out laughing.
Sorry, Mudge, your emoticon was looking a bit drawn. By the way 12 and 1/2 pints of strawberry fig preserves. Physically, It doesn't add up, but I'm way too relieved to give a flip about that either.
Me either, Barbara, I went into the kitchen to make jam and apparently pirates or what have you took over and turned it into free- for-all. Every time I came to check for broken glass, I hid in the kitchen again. But the Jam got made, By Ned, and every thing tidied up and put away. Since it was already hot as a blister in there I baked a chicken, and now I'll refuel.
Hey, Gabby, thanks, you kept the waters stirred up all day long. I'd take a bow but I don't know what for, and I'm so tired by now, I'd fall on my head and stick there from all the sugar cooked into my hair.
Hey some one told me I could find a guy in a blue suit around here,… hey now where did, hey lady… and what is it with all these figs here???? I 'm going back to bed the whole thing must have been a dream.
Go back to bed, Sweetie, it'll be morning soon….