T&E, T&E!

After my pledge of knowing better than to not blog for a month at a time, here I am, naughty again. My excuse is the same as it has been: the house repairs are weighing me down. But thankfully, the end of the renovation process is in sight. Other than that, I’m about to enter a transitional period at work. A good one, though; the kind that ends with a promotion and better conditions. Unlike my “promotion” when I worked in social services, which ended with me broke as a joke and wishing to claw my eyes out. Glad those days are over.

Otherwise, I don’t have much to report. I’m sad that the second season of Tim & Eric Awesome Show ended with last night’s episode. Seems like this season was way too damn short. They need to get on a rotation like ANTM and only take a break for two or three months at a time. I am also totally freakin’ jazzed that to-do has started for Quantum of Solace, the next Bond movie. To the assholes out there who say they don’t like the title, boo-hoo. It’s straight from an Ian Fleming short story so if you don’t like it, too bad. It’s purported to have twice the action of Casino Royale. I wish it would drop 3, 2, 1, NOW but I have to wait all the way until November. The scary thing is that January is practically over and I have no clue where the time went. It seems like yesterday we were out for Xmas break. Anyway, if you want more info, go to commanderbond.net and check out the scoop.

One interesting tale to relate is that the last time I was in the mall (I wanted a bamboo plant and a Chinese lamp—oh yeah, and to spray myself down with 100 different designer colognes), I was walking to the bathroom and I see this young teenage girl with three small kids having an argument on the pay phone. At one point, she actually turned to a little boy who was rolling around on the filthy tile floor and said, “If you ever want to see your parents again, you’d better shut the hell up!” This alarmed me, greatly, and I told E-$ that we should probably check it out. When we went up to the girl, it struck me that she had on very sheer, provocative clothing when it was -4 wind chill outside and she was in an unfamiliar city. Niiiice. So she tells us that she is ferrying the kids to Tulsa, that she’s from Wichita and that the ‘rents are coming up from Dallas to pick the kids up. It left us with many questions . . . who leaves their kids in a strange city? Who leaves their kids with someone who is obviously only a child herself? Who allows kids to roll around on a dirty floor to get MRSA? Who uses pay phones in the year 2008? Very odd.