Benny Jensen Is an Undisputable Champion of Comedy
4 months ago
The trivial saga of living in Elizabeth Lake, CA and sometimes Madison, WI too

So I've been sick for the better part of a week and a half. It has not stopped me from working, but it has made life difficult. I have been shunned to the office, so I don't keep Kim up at night with my persistent cough (day three). I'm on my second bottle of Coricidin HBP cough syrup and have sucked on an entire bag of strawberries & cream flavored Cold Eeze lozenges, and yet it's still here. I know I'm whining, but it has disrupted my running schedule and weekends are spent recuperating.
So I was driving to an assignment in the middle of the afternoon last Sunday, when I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I saw a humongous blur and I knew that it was headed my way, but it hadn't registered in my brain. So I proceeded to drive and moments later I felt the impact. Stunned and in shock I stopped my car and looked out the rear view mirror. A full grown buck was laying in the road behind me. The buck, stunned like me, eventually got up, shook it off and ran on his merry way. Now for people who've grown up around deer, this must seem like no big deal. But for me, a California girl who grew up near the beach, this was a out of my realm. I know I'm really lucky and I'm glad I kept on going. Had I slammed on my breaks or had the buck been faster, this could have been so much worse...phew![Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]
A playful narrative on the life of human cadavers through the centuries. It is bizarrely addictive and oddly fascinating. It is definitely not for the squeamish, but if you can get through some of the vividly rich imagery you will find that your morbid curiosity will get the best of you.
A collection of short stories of the continuing saga of David Sedaris and those who have had the fortune, or misfortune depending on how you view it, of crossing paths with the author. Hysterical and and often disgusting, Sedaris never lets me down.
Vivid, luminescent and thought provoking tales through the author's memoirs and love for all things pertaining to nature.
Another collection of short stories about the authors life, focusing on his family and especially his childhood growing up in North Carolina and parts of New York. So far, as I suspected, not a disappointment....laugh riot!
Being an interpreter, for the Deaf, is a rather peculiar career. I have come to realize that lately, more so that before. People who are not involved directly with my field have no idea what it is I do for a living. I am the fly on the wall of everyone's daily lives. I see and hear things that are personal, private and often uncomfortable. I am the extra person in the room when you get your yearly exam. I am an extra pair of eyes when you've been given your pink slip. I'm also there for joyous occasions: when you say "I do" or give birth to your child or you're presenting to a standing ovation. I facilitate communication between people who don't share a language or culture.I'm watching the playoffs and feeling like my head is gonna explode. I'm also testing to see if Lifecast will work properly, so I can post to this blog remotely. I'm really glad I don't have to go to work for a few more days. Maybe I'll be somewhat normal by Tuesday. I'm crossing my fingers and blowing my nose.
Yay it works! Now I can go back and lay down...don't I sound pathetic?Posted with LifeCast


Kim and our neighbor Mark are currently fixing our cable, which involves drilling holes into the walls, trimming trees and god knows what else. I am just smiling, fetching stuff they need and trying to stay out of the way as much as possible. I thought I'd blog and play on the internet as a distraction until they call for my help. Ahh the joys of home ownership.