Nag, nag, nag, nag NAG!
A couple of years back, Aaron awarded my blog what he considers to be a very prestigious award.
Here it is:
And he has been NAGGING me ever since to post it on my blog.
The idea that my blog causes clowns to vomit rainbows may seem like a strange way to compliment me, it may even seem like an insult...but that's because you don't know Aaron.
I do know Aaron, maybe better than anyone on this planet, and I know that this is his way of saying that my blog brings joy and enlightenment to all who read it.
That my words and pictures are so FULL of color and beauty that people (and clowns) can't help but consume them until they can, literally, contain no more joy and beauty within the physical space of their bodies and, therefore, they have no choice but to erp up good old Roy G. Biv.
I understand all of this and, truth be told, I'm very flattered. I'm so flattered, in fact, that I have waited for the opportune moment to post this award.
That moment has arrived.
Aaron graduates from nursing school tomorrow.
Aaron graduates from nursing school tomorrow, at age 39.
Aaron graduates from nursing school tomorrow, at age 39, which he attended while still working full time.
Aaron graduates from nursing school tomorrow, at age 39, which he attended while still working full time, AND also scrounging up the money to pay for it.
Aaron graduates from nursing school tomorrow, at age 39, which he attended while still working full time, AND also scrounging up the money to pay for it, AND being the father of nine kids (along with his amazing wife Catey).
I could tell Aaron I am proud of him. I could tell him that he is an inspiration. I could tell him that I am in AWE of him!
But nothing says ALL of those things quite like a prism puking clown.
So, Aaron, after all this time, finally I am posting your major award AND handing it right back to you!
You, sir, make clowns vomit rainbows!!
Congratulations!
2 comments:
If nothing else, I gave you something to write about.....
All I could think of while reading this is Cameron, sitting in his car....SOOOOOO ANNOYED at Ferris (he'll keep calling me until I go over, h'll make me feel guilty, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, I'll go)...and yet he goes anyway.
It's been so long since I gave you that award, you forgot that I AM the clown......it's a little funnier now huh?!
You are the BJ to my Hawkeye, The Bill to my Ted, The Wang to my Jack, The Tubbs to my Crockett, The Cameron to my Ferris, Ferb to my Phinneas and the best psychiatrist, listener, friend and brother, anyone could ever ask for. If God let me design a best friend.....I couldn't have made you up.
-Aaron
Right back at you, you big lug.
And, for the benefit of everyone else, despite the fact that Aaron called me the Wang to his Jack, neither one of us actually came out of the closet today.
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