Awkward Transition. Back To The Random and Irrelevant. Without Comment If I Can Keep My Yapping Typing Fingers Silent.
But see?? I can’t NOT write something. I just made the title longer. I have a disease. And a free space that allows me to say as much or as little as I like. And it’s never “little”. Or less. Every time I really find myself going on and on here, I remember a moment from my other life, when I had an office job, and I had to actually type memo’s and e-mails and crap (so missed sometimes that I can’t even believe I ever wanted to have a different job, like, a specific kind of job, that you could put on a coffee cup—you know, those mugs that have sayings on them that kids buy for their parents on Mother’s Day or Father’s Day, “I Love A Nurse” or “#1 Nurse”—what a load of horse crap! I miss the train. I miss sitting on my butt for most of the day. It’s true I guess, we are never satisfied. Poopy American ideology. Digressing…running off the rails here…I think this is enough extra thinking for a parenthesis. Even my side thoughts are ridiculous. Did you even remember we were in a parenthesis? Why do I want to keep typing the word “parenthesis”??) Anyway…old job…memo’s…e-mail…I had to write them…and I sent out some really big, long thing and one of the receivers sent me back a critique of the e-mail/memo, without actually commenting on the content, that I should try and keep it short, and with bullet points, because no one is interested in reading a novel about kitchen supplies or office equipment. Good observation and helpful feedback (this is what the bosses call “constructive criticism” I believe) but some times, some things, require a long worded paragraph or five, to get to the meat of the matter.
This particular post today though, is not one of those times. This is just me with too much time (and an apparently super-functioning italics key) (more parenthesis) (sick I tell ya!) and no good way to transition from touching family post to a giant pink elephant wearing glasses. I have given up on any kind of theme to this blog (that description word is for my cousin Lorraine–blog–yucky word–we need to invent a new word to call this ridiculousness) or any kind of continuity. It will just be random, as usual. Back to the business of silliness and bird pictures.
Andrew is still out there saving the world one push-up and airplane jump at a time, and I am staying at ground level, typing and entertaining, with the occasional nursing care interventions and strategies thrown in, that I have to call my job now. We all got our thing going here. The world keeps spinning. Time is a ticking. Think global. Act local. That’s the theme I guess over all. The world is bigger than one person. Really too big for one person. You have to have back-up. And a place in the scheme of things. Or at least the desire to have a place. And a good plan to get you there. The bigger picture is waiting. Draw yourself in any way you can.
Well, that kind of worked out all on its own. Not a bad way to wrap this up.
Hmmm. Satisfied face. (Stevie, that’s for you.) “Turtle Face” if you watch New Girl. (Nick makes “the face” all the time. I will find a good picture and post it asap. It’s funny. You probably make the face all the time in your life too and don’t even realize it. Once you become “aware” you can never go back. Fair warning.) And if you already know what I’m talking about, give me a shout out. In fact, send me a pic of that face, of yourself, a friend, a stranger, or anywhere else you see it. Hmmm. Double satisfied face. I feel a new category coming on…an exciting new feature to head into winter with…a theme if you will…I will stop now….
So there you have it. Without comment. Later.
just shy of pretty 
MOM said,
September 27, 2012 at 12:38 pm
What was this “blog” about anyway??
Amanda a.k.a The Greatest sister in the World said,
September 27, 2012 at 10:27 pm
Hahahahahaha ^ !! Burned by your mommy
Lorraine said,
October 2, 2012 at 9:06 am
Wow! I was out of town when this post came through. Hope you are feeling better today. Random is as random does. 🙂
You went from pink elephants to pink ducks. I see a commonality in this blog. BTW. Blog is not a bad word…..you could try pronouncing is different on the queer days……tomato, tomaato; potato, potaato.
masnstevy said,
October 2, 2012 at 1:04 pm
I’m going to try for the pink thing every day this month. Two in a row so far! How can this NOT work?!?! hahaha