BluEyedDaizy

Happy Friday to you!

Lazer cat is sukkin' out ur life forcez and takkin' over yor mind.

This picture was too full of awesome to NOT share! lol!

These two belong to my cousin and, under normal circumstances, are completely adorable (yes…even the cat).  Once again, the power of cellphone photography demonstrates it’s uncanny ability to reinvent an innocuous reality into something completely diabolical.

With the allergy season bearing down upon me because spring is actually already here (yeah, my thundercloud plum has been in FULL bloom for the last week! a full month early!?!), I find myself facing a question that has long plagued my mind she said, dramatically.  To Neti Pot, or not…should I shoot water up my nose.

Awww...isn't that cute? Looks a bit like a Geni's lamp. Maybe if I rub it, my snot will disappear. *fingers crossed*

I am assured that this little device is to nasal passages what a good approval rating is to Pres. Obama, however, I can’t quite seem to get past the obvious; this basically is voluntary waterboarding, and I have a pretty high fear of drowning…or anything remotely close to it (that scene from “The Abyss”?  Do you freaking remember that scene??? ACK!!!).  How does one muster the will to do this?  I’ve always been a little skittish about being under water anyway…even though I grew up on a lake. *cough*

And let’s be real here, it just sounds nasty, and looks even worse.  I mean, if I looked like this doing it, then yeah…why WOULDN’T I?!…but we all know it would be a lot more like this.  *shudder*

I dunno.  I might be desperate enough this year to actually take “the plunge”, and I’m cheap enough to justify saving the $$$ I normally would be spending on drugs, though I kinda do enjoy the little “buzz” I get from my Claritin-D (is it bad to admit that? LOL!).  It’s a toss up at this point.

You probably couldn’t guess this…but I am a HUGE “Deadliest Catch” fan…and I’ve just learned that Phil Harris, Captain of the Cornelia Marie, has died:

Remembering ‘Deadliest Catch’ Captain Phil Harris

Phil was great because he was exactly what we thought a captain would be: Frequently swearing, chain-smoking, and stressing; a teller of tales with a fondness for pranks; a gruff man who’d choose to stay with his ship even when his doctors said it was dangerous; and a softie who’d turn almost poetic when he reflected on the only job he’d ever known.

Ol’Captain Harris gave “grizzled” a new and relevant meaning:

“You go through a couple marriages, smoke cigarettes like it’s going out of style, your body aches from the time you get up to the time you go to bed, and you wake up in the middle of the night thinking about where you’re going to put the next pot. Yeah, it’s a great lifestyle.” ~ Cap’n Phil Harris, Cornelia Marie

You will be missed, Captain.

Doesn’t that just get the message across!  Very poignant.

Mental reboot in progress…will return to regularly scheduled posting shortly.

I couldn’t agree more, LOL!!!

“Picture It”.

In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food. Governor William Bradford and Captain Miles Standish were honored guests. Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: ‘We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice.” Linus van Pelt