Dory hails from Cedar Rapids IA • dory at cant remember diddly dot com gTalk So, like, bite the head off my chicken and wear it as a hat or whatever you kids do to *pathetically whines* beee myyy frieeeend.
At any given moment, your life can change drastically.
Friends enrich our existance in a way that nothing else can.
Close your eyes. Picture any one of your friends. Now imagine your phone rings. The voice on the other end of the line is wrought with distraught anguish.
Your friend is gone.
This isn’t out of the realm of possibility. They could step out into the street and get hit by a bus. They could be eating dinner alone and choke. They could get hit by a drunk driver.
The first thing you think of is the last time you talked to them. What happened? How do you feel? Is there anything you wish you had said or done differently?
I attempt to live my life in such a way that if I ever get a life-changing phone call, I know that I will have no regrets over that last talk. I hope that my friends would too.
Perspectives can change when viewed standing graveside.
Don’t just live like you were dying. Live like THEY might.
Just in case you hadn’t noticed, I am a talented and very serious artist.
I call this… Mixed Message.
(Only click through if there are no bosses, kiddies, kitties, members of the clergy, Dakota Fanning, or baskets of fluffy chicks and goslings present.)
Isn’t a shame the way real life and work and friends and family get in the way of blogging? *winks*
Next week no one is ill or having surgery or going on vacation or running away to Mexico, so I should get off on Monday morning at 7am and not be back on until Saturday night at 8pm. Hopefully I’ll have more time for writing this coming week. I’ve never hit “Mark all as read” in my Google Reader before, but I may have to resort to that just to catch up.
See what I madeded all by myself?!
I bought some blank greeting cards and note cards, and printed off a whole bunch of prints and tried all different services; WM, Tar-zhay, Shutterfly, CVS and compared them all. Quality, DUH, is first; but then convenience is a real close second. BrownEyedGirl asked me last week to make her some greeting cards, so that gave me a little kick in the butt to actually put all these pieces together. I also sold the pair of farm theme prints, the barn and the cows, so I was really excited about that.
Comments=Love.
And I needs the love. Oh, how I craves the looove. And I'm not shy; it's a spectacularly dysfunctional, codependent, "but I looooooove him, he din't mean to crack mah jaw! Noooo, don't take him awaaaaay!" type of love.
Enable me, won't you?
But. (There is always a but, and sometimes a butt.)
BUT.
If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. Don’t be a jackass, please.
Don’t be that guy.
Nobody likes that guy.