Gratitude with Attitude - Speed and Cooties

Gratitude with Attitude Tuesday - giving thanks one sarcastic snarktastic Thank You Note at a time. Have a few words you'd like to share? Grab the code and button below and give a holla to Adrienzgirl at Think Tank Momma. You can link up with the rest of us thankless Thankful folk and we'll share in the therapeutic cleansing ritual of giving thanks. Let us begin.... :



Dear Mr. Impatient
hgbvClimbing into my tail pipe WILL NOT make my car move faster.

 If anything it will piss me off which DOES cause my vehicle to slow down.

This may come as a suprise to you but I can not drive any faster than the car in front of me.

FUVERYMUCH

The Turtle

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Dear Local PD:

WTF? Since when does a traffic cop drive a Mustang?

 Of course I can not out run you in my Mom Mobile. Next time?

I will be prepared and OH YES there will be a next time.

And YES! I. WILL. WIN.

Thankyouverymuch

Pulled Over

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Dear Homeless Dude with the Invisible Sign:

Please spend the invisible money wisely.

Laughing and Probably Shouldn't Be

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Dear Sick Cooties:

If your goal was to incite wishes of one's head exploding;

you win.

I can handle you head on bitch.

Please leave Little Ducky alone already.

Imma bustin out the lysol and cleaning down to the last electrical socket

 (in hopes that my head will explode in the process).

Thankyouverymuch

Fever Ravished Duck

***just a quick note to all of you that have missed my witty wonderful fantastically written and spelled correctly comments...I will hopefully catch up mid week. Between myself being sick and my little duck I havent' the time for a damn thing. And when i do have a moment I'm either blowing buckets of snot or trying to get some sleep. Sorry I haven't made the rounds. I'll be back soon. Thank you for understanding.

Picture Memoir Monday -the Debut

It's Memoir Monday as started by Travis at I Like To Fish. Since we know this new phenomenon is spreading like crabs through a high school football team, lets join the fun.


Last week Travis suggested that we  'choose one or two or whatever' [pictures] as long as it tells a story. Of course one is welcome to actually include the story along with the photo (because really, the women in blogland must get in their 18,909,879,287,349 words per day). Evidently Big T wants to prove he was a stick in 7th grade. Be sure to jump ponds if you haven't been there already.

Annoyingly enough, this was an especially difficult task for me. I'm a bit of a photography neurotic whack job nut and I have a 4,000 sq ft storage unit full few albums of photos in which I would enjoy sharing with you. I am a bit deeper throated than the saucy sassy fantastically gorgeous super smokin hot cuter before she opens her mouth snarktastic duck displayed week after week. I honestly sat infront of my computer for 30 seconds HOURS wavering between funny, serious and talent showcasing photos.

I settled on this one.....(I even gave it a title!)

The Interpreter

 

Yes. That is me. If you have happened upon my blog and you think you know me in real life, you will certainly confirm such supposition by the end of this post. In which case I ask that you please look directly at this.........insert Men In Black theme music....

image from stltoday.com

 

Now that we've taken care of that....the vague details behind this photo are as follows:

 

There was a super freakin' cool concert run in my city for a super duper MAJOR country SUPER STAR. Not that I'm a country music fan but I am a fan of myself and I totally pimped out my services when I heard of this man coming to my great city. Fortunately for me not once but TWICE there were deaf and/ or hard of hearing persons who requested interpreting services for this series of concerts. The great Duckalicious stood mere feet and at times inches from this man who's name may or may not be Garth getting paid to have the most fun I've ever had while working!

 

I was well prepared...my team (there was one other interpreter with whom I traded the spot light during the two and a half hour show) and I spent over 30 hours prior to the first concert studying lyrics if I never hear another Garth song it will be too soon unless of course I'm banking mucho greeno to hear it. For the second* time in my life I was standing before THOUSANDS....22,000+ for this particular event not that I'm bragging or anything because I may or may not have wanted to piss my pants each and everytime I thought about it.  *I do believe I'll save the first appearing to the masses for another memoir post. 

 

One of my most favorite moments of the night was at the conclusion of the concert when the writer of the song More Than A Memory approached me. Unbeknownst to me he was seated just two rows in front of me (and the stage). He says, "It was the most amazing moment to watch you interpret that song; so beautiful and moving and the perfect visual demonstration of everything that went into writing it. Thank you."

 

I think I responded with "............................."

 

Yeah.

 I had nothing.

So smooth ducky....so smooth

Thanks TravyG for specifying this week be a Picture Memoir. It was fun (and daring as only one other time since the inception of BCC have I posted a picture with myself in it) and I look forward to more of these. WANT TO PLAY ALONG? GOT A STORY TO TELL OR PICTURE TO SHARE? YES I LIKE TYPING IN ALL CAPS SO SHUTYERPIEHOLE! JUMP PONDS (via the link in the very first paragraph or through the button) and link up. We'll be visiting you too!