Oh dear heavens, where did you come up with the idea for such an awful poem?!?
Well, it is that time of year again. After a late start, the beans started coming in like crazy. Toby loooves green beans and begged and stole and whined and howled until he was finally full.
I am a very effective howling beggar.
The next day’s “end result” inspired today’s poem. (It’s your own fault for stopping by today!)
It’s hard to believe it is back to school season already. Some youngsters I know only had one day of class before catching the latest bug going around. Whether it is a virus or allergies, having a reusable handkerchief can save both your nose and the planet!
For whatever reason or combination of reasons, I am completely blocked creatively. I can’t draw. I can’t paint. I can’t focus my thoughts at all. A friend suggested that I try doing little 15 minute sketches each day to try to recover. Even these are miserable to try to do. I feel like I’ve had far too much caffeine and can barely sit still.
Perhaps you can find one of your babies here, sacrificed for my need for source photos. I apologize for not being able to capture their true natures. I’m trying, though. I’m really trying.
At least she didn’t draw you looking like a teddy bear!
It’s hard to believe but a lot of schools are starting back to class already. Make sure your student stands out in one of these fine offerings. There are shirts, sweaters, ties and vests for the young man or young lady who wants to show they are serious about their future success.
When I was diagnosed with psoriasis, I never thought of all the places it could show up. Finding out psoriasis can hide where no one can see seemed like a particularly awful fate. Thank heavens this was only a run in with some angry ants.
If you wanted someone to bite your butt, you should have let me know.
Are you looking for a unique and personal gift for someone? Then consider a hand painted handkerchief! With summer allergies and sniffly viruses abounding, a reusable cotton hankie could save hundreds of paper tissues over its lifetime.
Yes, once again I had a procedure that told me absolutely nothing about what is going on with me. I suppose I should be happy that this process of elimination is helping me to find the real problem, but this morning when doctor’s office called they pretty much said that after the nerve conduction testing next month, there is nothing more they have to offer. Great. Now I have another month and a half of falling down before going through more testing that will most likely have “inconclusive” results.
Coincidentally the night before the test I watched a bad movie where a running joke was one of the characters trying to break into the recording industry by composing House Music. The music was truly awful but was considered greatly improved when a nearly-dead man in his apartment started tapping a single note over and over on the composer’s keyboard. It turns out that MRI’s sound just like that awful House Music! It was all I could do to keep from laughing as that single repeating note kept being blasted through the tube to the counterpoint of musical sounds the machine made. (If you haven’t had an MRI, they are very musical. They don’t just make the ka-chunk, ka-chunk sound shown in TV medical dramas.)
I have a friend who has been very supportive and keeps encouraging me saying that it’s not that nothing is wrong with me but that the doctors haven’t found anything because they aren’t asking the right questions. In the meantime, my technical diagnosis still remains “bull sh*t lying hypochondriac bit*h”.
Oh my gosh, would you quit yammering about yourself already and tell a story about me?!?