Monday, May 22, 2006

vehicular manslaughter

so i was sitting on the couch enjoying the final minutes of the season finale of csi: miami when i hear marshall barking his little heart out in the backyard. i waited a few minutes to see if what ever it was causing his little voice to go hoarse would subside, but no such luck. i turn on the porch light and find the little dickens standing at the side of the back yard still wailing. i do a little investigating of my own and find what had the poor pooch moaning in agony. to my dismay, laying in the street was poor little peter cottontail. it appears as though mr. cottontail had an unsuccessful voyage while hopping down the bunny trail and met a car head on.

now, we all have seen road kill before, but have you ever heard the sound that escapes an animal when cars still proceed to run over the newly executed creature. in case you haven't, your ears do not just hear the splat noise, but popping also. oh, popping you ask? yes, that popping noise leads to organ flinging and mass blood spatter. if you don't believe me, see the crime scene photo below . . .


if anyone has information leading to the arrest of the person responsible for this incident, please notify the proper authorities immediately. thanks for you support in this matter. the cottontail family appreciates your help!

Friday, May 19, 2006

so it's been a couple months

fear not, i have not left my fans . . . nothing just keeps happening in my awesome life. uh, let's see . . . kristin is in town this weekend (woo-hoo). kristin and i had dinner over at jamie's house tonight with her and brandon (kelly & dave both had to work).


brandon's become quite the little talker these days. he's not even 2 and knows & understands so many words. i just can't believe how big the little monster is!!



on a completely different note, the freak show neighbors next store (aka...the pakistani's) now have a freaking ice cream truck in their driveway. if it's not the mattresses they found dumpster diving or a collection of beer cans that would put a frat house to shame, one way or another, these freaking morons really know how to trash a joint. and besides, when i think ice cream truck, i think of dirty scabbed up men peddling the streets for helpless kids looking for a quick sugar fix. but maybe that's just me, who knows.