There I was about to write a post about how I am never blessed with awards or money for all the things I do from writing poetry to taking fantabulous photos, when I received fantastic news! A local real estate office wants to use one of my photos for the front cover of their magazine, and they are willing to pay me some green backs! I should know more in the next few days. Wow! 
I am totally like….Blown Away!!!
Grannymar did a lovely little meme yesterday. I like it so much that I decided to do it myself. It is so bloody frigid and nasty outside that I can’t do anything except sip Earl Grey and read blogs. I’m still recuperating from bronchitis, so I’m out of work two more days.
Anyway, I started clicking the links for this fun meme and was enthralled by the results. To be perfectly honest, the first title I came to was something in Cantonese, so I clicked again and got an interesting Title for the band. Then, I clicked the link for the quotes and got a hilarious quote for the title of the album. But, the best part was when I went to the link for the third random photo we are supposed to use. Well, mine was of a really hot babe spread out across a sofa. I swear! Tis my good luck, I reckon. Anyway, I hope you all get a good laugh out of my attempt at this little meme.
Here’s how it works.
This random article title is the name of your band.
The last four words of the very last quote is the name of your album.
The third picture on this page is your cover.
P.S.: I realise this photo is a wee bit risqué, but I was just following directions! Ha!!!
P.P.S.: Here is the link to the original photo. If you think this picture is naughty, just go check out the rest.
The trees along the jogging path at Furman are absolutely gorgeous in the fall, but a wee bit spooky in the winter. Mutely, they stand barren in a ghostly row, like courageous victims of mother natures firing squad. We tend to forget about how hard our ancestors had it. They had to prepare for winter almost a year in advance, so they wouldn’t starve to death. We are used to going to the market and buying whatever we want whenever we want. I think we forget about how lucky we are to be able to eat a plantain or beefsteak tomato in January. We are a bit spoiled, don’t you reckon?
Early Saturday morning, I awoke gasping for life giving oxygen. Terrorised by the mere thought of not being able to breath, I ran into the living room, snatched open the window box seat that conceals a large storage area underneath, and pulled out my nebuliser that I hadn’t used in years.
I used to have really bad asthma. In fact, my lungs are permanently scarred, and I had fractured ribs 8 and 9 on the left side from coughing my lungs up. In the past, I spent weeks in the hospital and at home, recuperating. I used to weigh more as well, because of a lovely (hated) drug, known as prednisone. It makes a person hungry twenty-four hours a day, or at least it made me hungry all the time. That, and it also makes the body retain water. A terrible drug that does have a few benefits, one being improved lung function.
In the last four years, I’ve managed to obliterate all of my asthma medication except for my allergy pills, called Allegra. I still have to keep the emergency medication for cases such as last night. The affects of asthma and the need for daily meds started waning, when I started to mature around three and a half to four years ago. The asthma doctor has told me on numerous occasions to move to a cooler urban environment or close to the coast, if I want to alleviate the dreadful allergies. South Carolina has peaked above the national asthma average in adults and children. It is still a very industrial state, so I can only presume that the pollution from the mills and manufacturing plants along with the extremely high pollen count we have every year, are the main causes behind our state being above average.
What was I blubbering on about? Oh yes, the asthma attack yesterday morning. Nervously, I plugged in the machine, added all of the necessary attachments, and put the medication, Xopenex, in the unit. I did a treatment and thankfully my lungs opened up, and I was almost back to my normal self. However, there is one dreadful side effect to the stuff. It makes me nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof.
While breathing through that machine, I had a flashback of being in the hospital and having to fight for every breath. It was then that I decided that I’ll not draw from another damn cigarette. I rarely smoke anyway, but even an occasional social fire up is not worth dying for. I certainly don’t look down on people that smoke, because I know how hard it is to quit. It is like any other indulgence that we do in excess. I suppose as long as a person is healthy and does it in moderation that there isn’t too much harm in it. The conundrum is that most of us have great difficulty in controlling our swinish behaviours.
In short, I am not smoking another ciggy, and I hope that you will do the same. Life is too short to spend coughing yourself to death. Besides, I bet that I can run a 100 metres further within a month than I could before. The faster I can run the better!
In the event that I am not able to do a proper post every day, I have these “Picture of the Day” post automatically posting at 00:01GMT. They are just pictures, but one could argue that they are my artistic expression. Perhaps even more expression than words can provide. This one is kind of funny, since I’m the big eared goon in the reflection.
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