Happy Thanksgiving...........tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving!Unlike the President, I will NOT be pardoning the bird.In fact, if I was President (lookout Mormons, Gays, and Illegal Immigrants), and they handed me the Turkey to pardon, I would say….”Screw that! This sucker’s a 45 pounder!” .…Then I’d snap it’s neck and say, “Who wants a drumstick?!”Especially with Teddy Kennedy gone, that just leaves more for everybody else.So, yeah, my posts have been sporadic.I’ve been taking it easy (read lazy).Oh, you’ll still see me around in the comments on other blogs.I just chose not to follow the “repost-old-

Memoir Monday.......I'm BACK my bitches
I’m back!Sort of.I kind of took an unofficial break from blogging. I’m sure you spent many sleepless nights wondering what was wrong, and where I went, and why I wasn’t famous yet. Was that just me? Ooops.Anyway, I just didn’t have anything funny or worthwhile to say......Not that I ever do, but more so than normal.My Depression/Anxiety has been kicking my ass lately. But, since I haven’t eaten a bullet or swerved into a tree yet, I figured I would write something today. Who knows, maybe it will be my last.It’s Memoir Monday,

Dr. Dragonlady and How I Got FIRED.
Dear Dr. Dragonlady,I must say, when you first got me FIRED, I actually planned your death and destruction. See, I was so shocked when it happened. Not that I didn’t expect it, nor that I didn’t deserve it. I was shocked that every other physician in the practice caved to your demands. Seems I was the ONLY one willing to put you in your place. That’s what shocked me the most. How everybody else could be so terrified of you, is beyond me, but just proves what a nasty bitch you were. I really thought someone would have taken my side.Let’s see:*Cherub (Office Manager)= Nope……even though two days prior to carrying out the firing, she p

Wednesday......Where am I?
Tuesday 11:30 amDr. Jacobs OfficeVasectomy ConsultNurse: (talking)*blah, blah, blah, shave your bag, blah, blah, tear a hole in your nut sack, blah, blah, blah, cutoff your balls, blah, blah, blah, will not stitch-up the open hole in your bag, but let heal on its own.*Ed: (thinking)Does she actually think any of this will make me feel better about this? How is this even legal? They should all be in jail for doing this. I wonder if she enjoys her

Weekend Art Show Continued...
You may remember me telling you about the drawing my 10 year old made for the school fundraiser thingy. If not, go here for a refresher. I'll wait.Well, I finally got around to scanning them in.I present to you:Skeleton Sun or Sun with Skeleton