Oh MY GOSH.

So, umm this is what had happened. I was walking today in the morning like I always do, and I had this thing in my bag. People call it a man purse, but I call it my "Jack Bauer" bag.

Today though, my bag was hurting me. Hurting me bad, because something in it was causing me a pain in my back. And since when I had the back surgery, I am hyper sensitive to anything related to my back.

So I got, angry. Don't forget, dogs get mad, people get angry. Or is it ornery? I don't know. Someone might have to explain that one to me at a later date.

The other side effect to my surgery is I kind of now have a shorter fuse when it comes to things. You would think that after all the pain that I had been enduring that this would be actually opposite. Alas, no, my fuse is short, and it's always about to get lit and go KA-BLOW KA-BLOW like Mel Gibson in that "Edge of Darkness" movie where he was all revenge oriented about stuff.

So I did something about it.

My New Wall Art At Work!!!!

Wow, it's been so long since I posted anything. I've been REALLY busy!! See, I had this thing called "back surgery" where I got cut open like a filet-o-fish.

It was really bad. I had a walker and everything.

P.S. I named it "Texas Ranger".

Did you get it? I hope you got yourself a chuckle out of that one.

Today was not such a good day. It seems someone committed the number one rule of work etiquette.

Thou Shalt Not Steal Pictures Of A Man's DOG from his slovenly desk.

Yes my desk is slovenly, but here's a little secret, are you ready for it?

I do it on purpose.

See when your desk is slovenly people tend to stay away from it and also they don't notice certain things on the desk or even near it.

For example, where I had my picture of my lovely, oh so wonderful dog Barkley ( slovenly attached with painter's tape), I felt it would behoove me to replace it with a dimensional art piece that I've had in my possession for a very long time.

What do you all think?

The Cup Has KIDS.

I was minding my own business today, and I ran into the Cup Family.

Can someone explain why the Cup kids don't look like either their Momma or their Daddy?

This IS Vaguely Troubling

So, I'm supposed to be looking for these cups. I've heard from various sources that I seem to be "playing a role".

Let me assure all OF YOU, I am not playing some sort of role here. This search, this quest, this endeavor, this hunt is real.

I'm keeping it real. I keep it real like Evander Holyfield (He's a boxer, you can google him if you want. That's the guy who got his ear bitten off by Mike Tyson. I know this, because I fell asleep during the fight, and was awoken to my friends screaming "Holy S-word, that (expletive) bit his (expletive) ear off!!!")

I digress.

Today, I was minding my own business, and I saw the cups. I tried, I really tried to grab them, but they decided to get low class on my person, and try to cut me.

I didn't get cut. Though I imagine people might be wanting to see me get cut.

They got away. So sad.

Strange Occurrences Today

Sometimes in my job, I have to go places. Sometimes they are bad places, sometimes they are okay places, and sometimes they are great places.

I like going places.

Today I went to one of the places that are great! That place is so great, I totally get excited to go. It's like a celebration!!! YAY! We like to celebrate.

But sometimes when you go these great, exciting places, a monkey wrench gets tossed onto the floor with a thunderous boom. A boom that shocks you into a bad place.

Today was a bad place boom day. Let me tell you why:

I walked out of the great place, and into this long hallway. Usually the hallway is bereft of people, but today...a thing was there.

This thing above.

The Cup Story Begins.

The other day, I was walking outside my building. Whenever I go out back, I check out this foxhole, obviously dug by a fox. You never know what could be in there. A spitting cobra, or, for goodness sake, a fox!

But that day, something different was there.

It was a coffee cup.

I don't know how it got there, but I was raised not to pick up things that are in a foxhole in the dirt, so I left it.

I went back later that day and it was gone....

Where has it gone?