Some people call me…..Tim?

Remember my rant from a few days ago? About //bleep//ing idiots falling out of the woodwork?
This is a new one on me..

My name is Tim, My powers keep rising to much. The Beast for we vampires fear so much is inside of me, and I can hardly tame it. I am a vampire, but I can’t control myself. I live in Cedar Park. Not far from Austin. Contact me as soon as you can. Thanks. (sic)

Tim the vampire??
Fear me, for I am TIM!
Oh, ravage me you wonderous beast, TIM.
Mawster Tim

I think that I shall just ignore His Darkness, Tim.

Nuthin to do,
nowhere to go-ohh…
I wanna be sedated!

It’s gonna be one of those days.
I didn’t get to sleep until well into the wee hours this morning. Mostly because J wasn’t home yet. I’d had spiralivy over last night. We spent the alot of the evening re-hashing our scary memories. Silly us. And then the Girlie popped out of her bedroom and scared the hell out of Ivy. She shrieked! I thought I was gonna wet myself she startled me so bad. When she left, I put the Girlie in my bed and tried to settle my nerves back down. J eventually came home and I was finally able to get some sleep. But, then this morning J woke up late and ran out of the house before I’d even properly woken up. There were no coffee filters. There is no cat food. the Girlie didn’t get *quite* over the potty when she tee-tee’d. (she’s 3…She doesn’t piss like grownups yet!)

Now, I’ve got her in the tub. I can see her from where I sit. She’s “washing” her hair by tumping a bowl of water over her shoulder. She’s missed her hair, oh 8 or 9 times by now. But the floor is good and wet. That’s alright. I needed to mop in there anyway. (see potty missing incident in earlier paragraph)

I am going to have a garage sale on Saturday. Finally getting rid of alot of stuff that I’ve been carting around for 10 or more years. I hope the weather improves some. OH! need to remind myself to post in the Austin Community about the garage sale.
Anything that doesn’t sell is going to Goodwill. I think I will get cocoa makings at the store for this. This promises to be kinda fun; in a shivery, brr kind of way.
Today is for pricing, sorting and hopefully sweeping the garage out. Whee!?

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

The Girlie is off in the living room with a fistful of chalk. I suppose I should be worried. The theme song to “Good, Bad and the Ugly” is whistling through my head.

Duh-da-da-da-daaaaa-wah-wah-wahhhhh!

Mostly I suppose cause it’s playing on my ‘puter right now. *laugh*

Go to http://www.clinteastwood.net/welcome.html for the real audio file of it. Beautiful music. Yeah, yeah…I know. But I LOVE spaghetti westerns. They’re the best!

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J is working for a company called “TCT”. I’m ..hm.. Leery of them is the best I can say. He’s been going in twice a week for a couple of weeks now to help with the greeting/whatever in the office. This is on top of the talent scouting that has him out til 2 or 3. Now, to my mind – if he’s not scouting, then he should be getting a base salary for the times that he’s in the office. But, so far no soap.
Scam, scam, scam!!!! (pant, pant, pant)
Alright – so this particular thing drives me nutty. I’m suppose I’m just weird. If *I* work for someone – I expect to get paid for it. No ifs, ands or buts. Personally, I think J is being a marshmallow letting these people sucker him into this. And normally, I would just say – his decision, his karma. But, this is also jacking with our finances. He’s working a second job in the first place because we are behind on all our bills.
I can’t find a job in this town. Plus I’m home with the Girlie during the day. I have applied to all the retail places around here who might be looking for night time seasonal work.
I don’t know; I get the feeling that J thinks its “beneath his dignity” or some such nonsense to work a second job that actually requires labor. That is the only explanation that I can come up with.
…letting go of anger….letting it go….

*sigh*

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Now off to clean the garage…Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!