Here's a pic of me and my "new" dog Flip, the day she came home, November 4, 2004.. I had just lost my little red dog, two weeks before. I will post her stories, one day. Little red dog was my wonder dog, and Flip had a tough time filling her paws. I do think I got Flip a bit too soon. It made me a little quicker, a little harsher, than I should have been in her early days of getting to know me.
Anyway... I've always harbored dreams of being a stand-up comic. If I'm relaxed, and feeling confident, I can be (so I'm told) really funny. Trouble is, that isn't a "natural" state for me. I've always read that comics are basically loners, very shy, until they "switch" on. I do that, when I'm typing, for example on Fugs, way easier than in person. My sister is best friends with a Stand-Up Guy, and I get so shy around him, it's ridiculous! I've been calling our local talk-radio shows, on the commute home (I know, cell-phones and driving are bad, but my car has the route memorized) and they love to put me through. Usually, I'm fine, but once in a while I just start stammering. Self-confidence is a tenuous thing.
Here's some stand-up comic "bits" I've scribbled, and then not thrown away..
(screams) I'm terrified of all of you. Seriously. This is how I've figured out how to talk to people, like I'm included in this whole weird thing. I can't believe what I say, out loud, in public, which is like, never. I scare the crap out of people. Hey, I can't HELP it. I surprised the heck out of my parents with this red hair. Who donated that?? I'm born, my parents are immediately suspicious. There's a confidence builder. Hmm, WHO is your father? I have been regularly mistaken for a witch, by kids under 10. "Hey, Mom? Is THAT a witch?" Many, many times, I've gotten "Excuse me, Sir?" Helped alot, me finally getting the nose job. (shouts at heaven, THANK YOU, MOM! Sorry I waited so long!!) Father features are fine, as long as it's eyes or hair, but not a giant, hooked, Scottish schnozz. My nose can't vote, it isn't 18 years old yet. I throw my nose a birthday party every year. I then met my future husband, get this, red-necked farmer next door neighbour, after I'd moved to the middle of nowhere, to get away from all "civilization". He thought I was gay. Surprised the heck out of him, too. Thanks to husband, I grew other female features, that I'd completely given up on. Amazing, how at 42, you can finally be recognized as a woman. Takes me a while, but I get there..
Yeah, I know. Needs work:)
Here's another pic, of Flip & puppy, Blaze would be 11 weeks old, to Flip's three years old, at this point, I hope I haven't screwed up dates!
Enough blathering, I have a story to finish up!
All the best, to all who read, thank you!
6 comments:
Cute pups!
Fun little story ,but you are right ,get crackin on the other one (lol) just another little push ,aren't I demanding?
As far as features go I have to be in just the right light(he he dark) to look like a girly girl myself. But my sweetie says I am beautiful so who am I to fight it .
I think comedy comes from truth, twisted just the right way:)
I've always found appearances are totally deceiving. I don't judge the book by the cover, unless the cover scares the crap totally out of me.
I've always had fun laughing at myself, and of course my family.
It came as a shock that I wasn't as ugly as I thought I was. I was feeling ugly inside, which is where it matters the most. Once I felt good inside, I "looked" good outside. Must say, reducing the nose helped. Mom had tried to get me to do it when I was 18, with help from rich Gammy, but I was too proud/stubborn/angry to do it then. When Mom passed, I was left with some money, which is why I thank her for my nose. She couldn't give me her lovely nose, but she paid for one:(
Still rather have had the ugly nose, and kept the Mom.
My first riding instructor called me his red-headed fright. Oh, yeah.
He's Craig's dad, in the fiction story, FYI.
Thanks for reading, Fern!
Ok, Ok, back to it...
Hola GL...
Got your email, things have been busy. And I absolutely didn't take any of your comments out of context. Not a one, didn't even cross my mind.
Thanks for the latest installment of the story, you've got me watching for each next part.
And dude, you crack me up!! Your comedy bit is funnny! And I have to agree, I think I'm funniest when I'm making fun of myself. Not anything I could put down in print and make you laugh, mind you.
I'm still trying to decide what to do about the new pony. He's so green, even though I think he's probably been through the wringer. Evidently the owners really did feed him, so it totally blows me away that someone could think that he looks "normal". FFS... It takes a lot of time to get a horse that skinny!
I'll have to get out and really play with him a bit to get a good feel for his temperament, personality, ect. He's kinda growing on me (like, duh...) but I'm not sure he's the best fit for the kiddos. Either way, his situation has changed, and he will not be left to be in this condition ever again.
Hasta!!
Oh, GL..
On the posting pic thing, this is what I've found. Pick "Center" for the placement. Then, if you click on the photo, you can drag it into whatever vertical placement you want. I tried the "no placement" option, think that's what it's called, thinking I could click and drag it wherever I wanted, but I haven't figured that out, so the 'center' option works best for me, so far.
And no shit, is that really your sis up in AK??? My mom was just up that way this summer, Skagway, Denali, and yeah... some of those other areas in that vicinty... am I in the right neck of the woods?
Anyways, DAMN, bet she stays warm dressed like that. That and a hot butter rum, for me... ;-)
My sister and I laugh because we didn't develop self confidence until we were in our fifties. We are both happily married, (yup, found them in our 40's!) but still get more looks and compliments now than we did in out 20's! Good thing we didn't realize we were hot back then, or we really would have been dangerous...
2Toads
I thought you were from Canada.
No, no, Inuvit, up north towards/past/around Hudson's Bay. I am instantly bored by geography. A girl friend of hers moved up there, she was just visiting.
Keep us pony posted, please?
Kestrel, LOL! You do sound just like me. My younger sister was born flirting, it's just her way. And she's been gorgeous since then too, stole a boyfriend of mine, when she was like 12. But she's much sadder about "losing her looks" than I am. You don't miss what you never thought you had:)
or somethin' like that..
Gals like us are called "cougars".
Mrrrrraooow!
Och I need to eat, see ya!
Getting close to the finish!
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