Ginny Sanchez

I think this man should have realized that when competing in the Olympics, you shouldn't kick the ref in the head. I especially enjoy how the coach says it's the ref's fault he got kicked, for being "too strict." Enjoy that bannination, dude.

In Argentina, a 14 year old girl gave birth in a field and then abandoned the newborn there. A nearby dog, hearing the cries of the infant, carried the baby 50 meters to her litter of puppies; where she sheltered it and kept it warm until her owner happened upon the scene.

If you look at the photo of the dog, she looks mighty scared. Other news accounts that I've read state that she has been highly anxious and guarding her puppies because of the onslaught of cameras; first they take away her little human "puppy," and now they won't go away. She's probably petrified that they're going to take away her other puppies, too. That dog just learned a human lesson: no good deed goes unpunished. :)

No word on whether the baby will be called Mowgli.

If your children have this printed as your obituary, you are doing something wrong:

There will be no service, no prayers and no closure for the family she spent a lifetime tearing apart. We cannot come together in the end to see to it that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can say their goodbyes. So I say here for all of us, GOOD BYE, MOM.

This colonoscopy pic o'mine is the most requested file on my site this week. It's being posted to a martial arts message board and a music message board:



Hope they appreciate the `roid on the bottom right corner. I know I did.

I spent the morning and early afternoon at the Crystal Auto Mall in Greenbrook, NJ, where we gave away a car to a lucky listener today. Here's evidence of my ability to actually go outside and talk to people:

This lady was one of SIX fans who visited today, who actually used to listen to me on WMTR and now listen to me at Magic 98.3. She, in particular, stands out because she was a finalist AND she once sent me homemade fudge c/o WMTR:


This is me wishing I was actually going to win one of the cars:


Here's the entire airstaff of WMGQ. From left: Debbie Mazella, me, John Lisk, Jan Ochs, our lucky WINNER, Chris McCoy, the manager of Crystal Auto Mall, General Manager Dan Henrickson, and PD Jeff Rafter. Looking that this photo I realized that I am the shortest person on the air staff. I'm a midget!:



...of course, the auto dealership had free food everywhere so I got yet more free eats while I was there. In radio, we know how to eat.

In 12 short hours, I'll be at Crystal Auto Mall in Greenbrook NJ with the rest of the Magic 98.3 air staff, to watch someone win a car. If you live in the area, feel free to stop by and heckle me appropriately.

The hornet's nest photographed today has been eradicated, as have the other five nests found around the property. My yard, as it turned out, has become a hornet minefield.

...the grass still needs cutting. I'm a little hesitant to go out there and mow. (Can you blame me?)

I ventured out to the far back of my yard this morning while it was still cool out (before any bees or wasps would be REALLY active) to see if I could find my lil’ winged enemies.

Next to the lawn mower was a plastic tarp, which had blown into our yard a while back and it simply never got moved. I have an expansive back yard, and the tarp had rested all the way by the fence where the wooded lot in back started so I was in no hurry to move it.

Well, wasps moved in—they made a baseball-sized nest in one of the folds. When I was back there the other day and I flipped the tarp over, intending to throw it away…I ripped open part of the nest.

They have a Date with Destiny when I get home from work:

I started mowing my lawn today. Aware that the last time I mowed my lawn I'd gotten bitten by a wasp, I decided to not take any chances and start mowing the back yard first.

No wasps back there, nope. Just a CUBIC ASSLOAD OF BEES.

I was swarmed by them; I ran into my house covered in patches of them. As I ran, I began stripping; I was bitten on my hand while pulling off my shirt.

I dove into the shower, picking off bees as I went along. I counted up 11 stings. When I got out of the bathroom, I realized that my clothing still had bees on it; I put t everything straight in the washing machine and began killing the ones that got away. Then I went off to the emergency room.

Minor surgery was performed to remove a couple of stubborn stingers; one welt had two stingers in it. I was then given an antibiotic, some steroids, and a load of benadryl, some prescriptions, and sent home to wince and whine.

Why does God hate lawn mowing? That's what I want to know.

Yesterday started out with the usual Dining Deals fare; my brunch consisted of scallops stuffed with crab meat, served in a cognac sauce; spinach salad, and hand-made lobster ravioli made with tail meat. All very tiring, I can assure you.

Then we all went outside for "Festive Friday," had a barbeque, and played games for prizes.


Here's me and the station manager enjoying the sun.


Oh why, couldn't I have won a cruise?

Of course after all of this very hard, very stressful work I went home and needed a nap.