If you ever thought you were in the wrong place at the wrong time… well, it could have been worse.
And now, I share with you my worst nightmare…
As the sun peeked through the blinds, the haze of sleep slowly faded as I drifted back into consciousness. A bird chirping on the window seal, and judging by the bright blue sky that penetrated the haze of my room, today was going to be beautiful. I stretched my arms and legs, yawned and rolled over to meet her gaze…
I’ll bet I had you fooled. You totally thought that it wasn’t a nightmare, then you saw the picture and you were like, “Bags, I thought you were teasing.”
Come on people! I told you it was a nightmare!
Thank you Rosie and Photoshop for the penultimate Humorously Depressing Image of the Day.
This kid is lucky to be alive. I don’t know how he did it and still manages to have a smile on his face. (Read the sub-text carefully.)
“CLAY AIKEN!” Did that make you smile? Did it make you cringe? Did it make you cringe which looked like a smile? It made me do all three.

Although we are at the end of April and May is quickly approaching, I still fear that something like this could happen to me. It seems that on the days that I keep my windows rolled up, I am greeted with a blast of 300 degree air as I climb into my car after work. However, if I decide to crack the windows to allow some air circulation, it’s likely that something like this will happen.
I swear, Murphy’s Law (Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong) was patterned after my life. Please keep your fingers crossed that next time my windows are down this doesn’t happen…
Be sure to watch the Jazz smoke the Rockets tonight! Go Jazz go!
Tonight, as we watched game two of the Jazz vs. Rockets playoff series on TNT, my neighbor Jake made an astute observation. TNT does a lot of self promotion during the commercial breaks. For some reason, they choose to promote such shows as The Closer or The House of Payne.Honestly, I remember seeing ads run for The House of Payne during last year’s playoffs, and I was absolutely positive that it wouldn’t last more than 3 or 4 episodes. Surprisingly, the show must have a real following. This means that there are more idiots in our country than I thought (which is a very scary thing to think about).
It just so happened that Jake made his observation after a too-long House of Payne commercial. He announced, “The worst thing about watching the finals on TNT is having to sit through all these stupid commercials. I really don’t want anything to do with rednecks or black people.”
Bravo Jake. Bravo. You said something so inane and unexpected that it made it to my blog. Gold star for you.
On a semi-related note, I think I’d rather watch an Flava’ of Love marathon or get kicked in the junk than watch one episode of House of Payne.
I know exactly what that dog was thinking.
“Finally! After all of the torturous training, the drills, the yelling and screaming. After the long nights and endless days of practice, practice, practice and taped wrists. After exploiting my above average doggy IQ and my gift for learning tricks and running through obstacle courses… finally… you brought your delicious meaty neck down to my level. I’ve wanted to take a bite out of your gullet since the day you decided that you wanted me to roll over before I could have a doggy treat. I may be man’s best friend, but you are now dog’s favorite snack, you plump and delicious trainer lady.”
Now, that may not be word for word, but judging by the look on his face, I’m guessing I’m pretty close.
By the way, this lady is wearing a sweat suit and cross trainers. I’m guessing it’s just for show. What do you think?