Constant Interuptions

Alright the responsibility that goes along with one of these things is to constantly create some cleaver or creative thing that people want to read and keep coming back for more.  Why I have no idea?  My sponsors are happy with my creative content, but since the Blog hit I keep getting all these suggestions and offers.  Steve Buscemie offered to appear on the blog and Letterman won’t leave me alone, but I really want to do my own thing right now.  Jay-Lo wants to do the sound track, which upon hearing this I immediately got sick.   

I have to mention this before I go any further.  If you have ever read on of my emails or had formal correspondence with me you’ll know three things; one I can’t spell to save my life, I just can’t and I accept this as part of my being.  The second is that if you’ll read through any of my letters or emails and during any point in my writing I’m distracted by a strong breeze, a shinny object, or by the fact that my space bar sticks a little, you’ll see that sometimes important words or conjunctions are missing from my sentences.  In my mind they’re there and you just don’t see them, so try a little harder.  Thirdly is that I am the reigning king of run on sentences and using synonyms in the wrong way, carelessly flinging homonyms around as if there play things and propping the uneven ends of my coffee table up with similes.  I think I hurt a kid at camp one year with a hyperbole, I kind of felt bad about assaulting someone with grammar.

Okay enough shenanigans, I had actually written a very boring paragraph here but after being constantly interrupted I lost my train of thought.  And that is just silly, I feel like I have involuntary attention deficit disorder.  So I’ll elaborate on what it’s like to be me at this very point in time.  Imagine having to complete a job that is ridiculously routine, for example putting on pants, chewing your food, or breathing.  Now imagine that same task in the eyes of some people I work with turning the routine into an ultra-emergency.  NOT just any emergency, I used the adjective “ultra”, it’s like watching an ER when all the actors are on a mixture of Red Bull and No-Doze pills, running around with sharp objects bumping into one another and all of them are screaming for some syringe filled with something important.  Just now I was interrupted about absolutely nothing, but that nothing HAD to be discussed right then and there.  This is what happens on a regular basis and I want you to know I was interrupted about talking about being interrupted!  Stop the crazy train, I want to get off!

Comments

[Cherry Cola]

Too Funny. I hate interruptions with supposed "ASAP" orders. "ASAP" loses it's importance when EVERYTHING is ASAP. You know? I have a shirt I wear once in awhile there... "Lack of preparation on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part." :-)

[Wolfie]

LOL!!! May I interrupt your interruption for a moment to discuss the fact that we are being interrupted way too often?. . . Good stuff!

[AMY aka your BIG little SISTER]

I love this honey!! I am so happy you are blogging now! I miss your personality...crap..I MISS YOU PERIOD!! I love you sooooooo much and want you to come HOME ASAP! Who do I need to talk to??? (wink)
Love the pictures! Please keep posting lost of pics (especially of YOU!)

Hugz n Love...Kisses n' Blessings!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxxo

[Your mother, father, Donna & Dave]

ROFLOAsO!
We love you. You're our hero! Be safe.

[Brian [AKA Justin Watt's Dad]]

Keep up the blogging, I'm enjoying your posts.