Sympathize or Shut Up!
I've been getting a little heat about not posting so much lately. I'm always thinking about it but there are a couple of things holding me back. One, is time. A good deal of my time is spent in transition right now, which keeps me away from my beloved computer. Two, is work. I have a new job. Same company no raise, it was a lateral move. Gallery Assistant is what they would write on my card, if I but had my own card. And I really like the new job which makes it extremely hard not to write about work. But my faithful readers will find that my writing will naturally gravitate toward Art since I am in a postition to learn more on the subject.
That said- Today's subject matter has absolutely nothing to do with Art. I'd like to tell you a little story from my weekend about a girl and a frog:
On Saturday the Rascal and I went off roading hoping to find some cool plants to dig up for his back yard/forest. Instead we may or may not have stolen some rocks from a construction site. Upon our return home we decided to play in the yard and plant some seeds in the empty pots he had.
After much debate over what to plant, (I was for flowers, he was all "baby, you can't eat flowers") we ended up planting yellow and orange bell pepper seeds. Whilst sowing seeds like a good little Southern Belle, I noticed a cute little frog hopping on the ground. I thought to my self, "I MUST HOLD HIM!" I don't know why the urge to cradle the amphibian was so overwhelming but at that moment nothing else on earth existed.
And then I GOT HIM!. I had his little body in my hands. Oh what joy, what simple happiness, WHAT THE FUCK?!? That little fucker pissed all over my hands. I don't mean he tee-teed a little. I mean he drenched my hands. I looked down to make sure the little fucker didn't just explode all over my fingers. His ass got rocketed back down to the ground as I ran yelling all the way to the water spigot. The Rascal just shook his head. "Why did you pick him up?"
He pissed on me! Sympathize or Shut up!