The Meaning of Life... In a Street Sign

I found this very meaningful. I may just be crazy though, so you never know...

Dear Snow,

Christmas TwentyTen

Up at 5:30am, cooked the standard Christmas breakfast of sweet and hot sausage patties, maple links, kielbasa, bacon, eggs, biscuits, and country gravy. Brother and his family came over, kids made out like bandits as always. Cousins arrive and everybody eats. There's yelling and laughter and fighting and laughter and more yelling. Everybody loads up their swag and heads back home for a nap. Football. Deep Fried Turkey and pumpkin ravioli for dinner. Football. Couple of beers and capped off the evening sitting by the bonfire. Good Christmas.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

You Talkin To Me?!?!

Hot on the Trail...

Sanctuary!!!

Ripples in a Pond

"Even retarded kitties need love too..."

I took a job over the holiday season as a photographer for a retail studio. Not a bad job, the customers for the most part are OK, even the kids are good. The people I work with are awesome. Also, for those who know me, you know I've got a really bad case of A.D.O.L.S. (Attention Deficit Oh Look! Shiny) With everything always going on in the studio I can't help but tune in on random conversations at, what seems to be, the weirdest times possible. I would like, for you now, to share some of the things I've heard around the studio:

"Now, that didn't hurt to bad right?"

"Ok ma'am, you got your teeth in?"

"...Well, we can plop her right down on Santa's package..."

"A drowsy kid is a good kid."

"Even retarded kitties need love too"

From a little boy " My daddy doesn't love me, he keeps me in a bubble."

"Can I go home? I don't want to hack up something nasty on a kid..."

"Sadness"

Food Hippies

"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living" -Anthony Bourdain

Please allow me to introduce....Er, Myself

For lack of a better term, I'm me. That's all I've ever been. I'm your best friend and a complete asshole. Some of the things I say WILL offend you, and I am NOT sorry for that. I'll tell you the same thing I tell everyone I know. Ya don't like it? Theres the door. So yea... Hi! Nice to meet you.