So Thursdays?...Yeah, it's not just me.....

When my sister called this morning and said 'Guess what happened to my front yard today,' the one answer that would never have occured to me would have been 'Some psycho lady ran up on the curb, took out your neighbor's fence, his and your mailboxes, and the little light post in your yard.'

But, that's what happened.

Then the bitch (she was seen and it was in fact a bitch) just fucking took off. Happily, someone got her plate number, and the police were able to find her, but I mean, really?

Seriously?

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In other news, there was a change of pumpkin plans, and the carving was done tonight rather than tomorrow morning. The results:



In order, it was Sis, niece, her friend, me, and D, sis's so.

I guess that's all the excitement for tonight.

Oh, yeah, I'll be doing this again, and I encourage you all do play along.

Buenos con queso,

T.

A shot of Whiskey-love in my mailbox.....

Not so long ago, I started reading a new blog. It's over here. She cracks my shit up. Well, just a couple weeks ago, she asked for (and recieved many i have no doubt) addresses so that she could do a 'mail-a-thon,' tho that's my word for it, not hers.

In any event, I submitted my addy, and yesterday, I came home to find this:



And the front:



What can I say, I love getting mail.

I'm sure you all do to, so here's the deal:

You send me your real address to kvenya at gmail dot com, and I'll send you somthing in the mail. I already have Kat's, and have, in fact sent her a few things already, but the rest of you?

Yeah, get on it and send me an address and you'll get some T.J.-love in your box.

Your mailbox that is.

Buenos con queso,

T.

A not insignificant milesone.....

I suppose of of the reasons I've been a little lax in posting is because I've been approaching this slowly.

You see, today is my 700th post.

I know, right?

700 FUCKING POSTS!!!

How does that happen? I mean, I know I've been doing this for 4 years or so, but really.

I thought it called for something drastic, like a change of look/style, so I apologize for the 'surprise new look,' but it was long overdue. I'm not sure I'm going to stay with this one, so be prepared for possible changes.

I decided to celebrate by posting links to some of my older posts. Not that y'all haven't read them, but I'm trying to weed through them and find my faves. If you want, you can vote in the comments.

Here's one from Sept. '04:

About my t.v.

Here's one from Mar. '05:

About sluts....

And a few more:

Wierd Stuff...

Popcorn, anyone?

One night in Paris.....

Just one more.

Ok, there are a few from days gone bye-bye, and are mostly for the benefit of the one or 2 newer readers that may have not read them before (hi kila). If you do decide to vote on your faves, maybe you could like, make a list, you know?

Put them in order of what made you laugh the most (if at all) or something.

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Beyond that, it's a Tuesday, and I'm looking forward to work.

No, not really, but as I've said often lately, I don't really dislike my job these days, just the fact that I have to have one.

So, I'm off to do a little surfing, and see what the world holds for today.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Jack Skellington it watching me pee.....

Well, prolly not, but we have a box of Kleenex on the back of the toilet at work, and it looks like this:



You can clearly see that it has a rose motif goin' on.

If, however you turn the box just a bit and concentrate, you can clearly see him....

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Breaking News!!!

I promised you more about the new girl at work, and I'm finally giving forth.

First, the basics:

• Her preday, or 2nd interview. She showed up on time, and, I was told begged for a job.


• Her 1st day: She showed up on time and eager to work. I noticed that she had a tendency to talk a lot, and dismissed it as nervousness.


• Her 2nd day: She showed up late, and by observation, I was able to determine that she had just discovered that she was pregnant.


• Her 3rd day: She 'forgot' that she was supposed to work.


• Her 4th day: She called in sick


• Her 5th day: A friend stopped in and picked up her first/final check

So, now the new girl at work is the doesn't work there anymore girl. It's kinda funny, really.


Only not so much.

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Other than that, it's been pretty boring here in Cartoon City. My son's 21st bday (and the date of his arrival for celebration of same) is getting closer, as is my granny's 90th.

We'll be goin' to sis's Fri morning for The Great In '08 Pumkin Event, and will prolly be there that night as well for candy passing and the like.

See....y'all want me to post, but it's just boring when I do.

Buenos con queso,

T.

I had a title all picked out, but I can't use it now because it won't accurately describe how wierd my day has been.....

...whew....

I think that's the longest title I've ever used.

Ok...where to start....

I guess I'll start with the spider at work.....



Now, as I've mentioned I like spiders, but this guy even creeped me out a little.

I mean, what are those fucking things out front? At first, I thought this bastard had 10 legs. I've never seen anything like this shit.

Well, I had to know, so it was off to Google, where I find out it's called a camel spider. Well, whatever the fuck it is, I took this pic just after I got to work this morning, and it's been on my mind all day.

So, I come home, kick my shoes off...change out of my 'workies', and play a little EQ. I'm messing around, not really doing anything....I head downstairs to grab a beer (moosehead tonight thanks for asking) and tell/show Pops the spider.

I tell him the story I just told you, and head back upstairs. I wasn't at the keyboard for 2 minutes when Pops and D are yelling at me to come back....I run down, and I shit you not, there's a show on the History channel (monster hunter) and they're looking for mutherfuckkin' camel fucking spiders.

Really?

Seriously?

I swear, I don't know what freaks me out more, that fuckin' bug, or the way that shit like this happens to me all the fucking time.

Buenos con queso,

T.