To tell you the truth I've been with her myself

So, I was thinking about one of my cop buddies (the one you think is good-looking, Goddess) today, because I sliced myself open doing art. A little background first.
Four years ago on Feb 14th, I was starting the Citizen's Police Academy (CPA) and a senior in high school. Through the CPA I met most of the officers I know today. Personally I love knowing who protects my streets. One of them, S (guy I mentioned above), I rode with the Sat after graduation from the CPA, and I developed a deeper friendship with him than the others. Part of that would be because I mentioned that I emailed the chief and chatted with him, so S gave me his email, the other part would be cause I mentioned I loved motorcycles, but had never gone on a motorcycle ride. So, in June or July of that year, I got my first motorcycle ride, on the back of his bike, if any of you haven't been on a ride, it's one of the most exhilerating (sp?) things to go on. The wind rushing through your hair, and past you, it just makes you feel so free (but I would recommend a helmet, we went on back county roads, and sad to say, I had my eyes shut, cause the wind bothered them soo much). On that ride, he showed me his new Dodge truck, and of course where he lived (happened to be near me), because of this, I would see him in the neighborhood frequently. My freshman year of college, I still delivered newspapers as one of my jobs, and he worked nights, so I would see him coming back from the gym and we used to talk. One of my happiest memories would be leaning in his truck window barefoot on the blacktop street talking to him. But enough reminiscing.
As his part-time job he drives an ambulance. This would be the reason I was thinking about him today. The other day when I was talking to him, he said I always seemed to have some kind of ailment. Now, I happen to be one of those persons who doesn't complain if they're in pain or somethings wrong (cause I've gone to the dr's office too many times and wasted my afternoons just to have them tell me they didn't know what was wrong and if it got worse to go to the ER), so many of my friends never hear me complain about anything. Well, the reason I tell him about it is cause he drives an ambulance (and maybe somewhere in there I want some sympathy), so I like to know if he thinks anything is wrong, beyond the normal. I guess he just doesn't get that, I think it's just cause he doesn't wanna deal with that when he's not at his job. So, I'll try to refrain from complaining to him anymore. But sometimes you want someone to complain to.
Back to me slicing myself open. That was a stupid mistake. Most of y'all know, I'm an artist, some of you have seen my work, and think I'm pretty good. Well, I was working on a project that I started years ago (I found the main piece in a box when I was cleaning last month). So, I was trying to get a background for it. Well, a year or so ago I received some free samples of that fake wood flooring (ya know the kind that just snaps together), so I was thinking about using that as a background, but I decided I liked the size but not the fake wood, so I was taking the laminate wood design off, and of course it can't all come off in a big sheet, so I was gradually taking it off by sliding the blade of a mini (thank god it was a mini) pocket knife under it. Well, stupide me, I had my left hand in front of the blade (yes, I know, you should always have your hands behind the blade, because of these kind of accidents), and my right hand pushed a little too hard sending the knife nicely into my hand. Thankfully the blade only went 1/4 inch in the skin. So, now it hurts when I press my hand on something, cause it's about where the pointer finger meets the hand, little bit lower, but still nicely enough in the way when I hold something, or put my hand down to press on something. GO ME! Yeah, that kinda put that project on hold (for about 5 min while I waited for the bleeding to let up), then I got the rest of the fake wood off and nicely scraped up my knuckles. Now I don't know what I want for a background. If I ever get this project done, I'll take a pic and post it for y'all to see, then you can decide if you think I'm a good artist or not. Art is hazardous.

I thought love was only true in fairy tales

So I work both Men's and Women's games today. And it's fucking cold, I believe it was about 14 degrees, but with the wind felt like 7 or 8. Can you guess how many idiots (most of them students) that came up to the door in little less than a sweatshirt? They never learn. Thankfully, not many of them complained about the cold, I probably would have blown up at them. I knew it was cold, I was standing there freezing (cause we don't get more than a light windbreaker to wear) and I was at the north doors (where the wind was coming from), I couldn't feel my fingers or toes by the time the game started at 1 (we opened the doors at noon), and I had gloves on. That sucked. Today, my boss said it was going to be the biggest game of the year, so every seat was reserved (the students usually have a student section where they can sit wherever). I only had 3 people come to me with the regular student ticket, one was a guy and his girlfriend, who just wanted to be an ass cause he had his tickets, the other was oblivious that he needed a different ticket.
And some idiot decided to come to the game drunk. Apparently someone noticed him in the Men's bathroom and he was arrested by the city cops. Now here's the weird thing, he was given the choice between going home, or being arrested, and he choose to be arrested. Idiot. It's gotta really suck, because he had to be transported to the county jail instead of staying in the city. Now, I don't know how much bail is for public intox, but I'm pretty sure it's not too cheap, and (I'm not positive on this either) it's the weekend, so he's probably there til Monday morning. I don't understand stupid people. But on the plus side, the officers were waiting at my door with the guy, so I got to oogle them while they were waiting for a car to pick him up.
So, I went grocery shopping after I got done at the game, and then came home. Well my dad calls me to ask how my snow shoveling was going. I'm kinda pissed at him right now. I froze at work, I froze walking home from work, and even though I just had some lasagna I'm STILL FUCKING COLD. I have to go back to the women's game tonight, if you think I'm gonna go out in the cold and shovel snow, just to get all sweaty and go back to the game all sweaty you're nuts.
Goddess has already gotten an earful on this subject, so I thought I'd share some of it with you all. Again I'm bummed about being single. It started last night, when I was bummed about not having a pillow, and that led me to thinking about Patch, cause he used to "let" me use his chest as a pillow. Then this morning, I woke up at about 5:30, I couldn't stick my music on, because my alarm was set to go off at 6:15, so I just kinda dozed. Well I started dreaming about dream guy. So then I woke up to real life, where I can't have dream guy and am very single. And I had a comment from Patch on my MSN site, and that got me bummed because he said he was gonna write about his cross country trip. Now I may or may not have said this before but, Patch keeps telling me he's gonna visit me. The last time I talked to him, he told me next time he went on a trip he'd come visit me. Well, I talked to him once after that and he said he was in some state, but didn't say at all that he was coming to visit me. And then in this comment, he said he was still working on it. Now, I really do like him (don't know if it's more) but I am so sick of that promise. Course he knows, all he has to say is "I'm gonna come meet you some time" and my heart will melt and we'll chat again. I can't do that. That's why I stopped talking to him before, and he says that (more or less as one of the first things) in this comment, and I couldn't talk to him. I miss him dreadfully, but I've also gotten used to broken promises from guys, and I know I shouldn't be used to that, I shouldn't give people that edge. I'm so sick of having guys promise me stuff and never deliver. I was hoping that nothing would happen to make me more bummed about being single. Thankfully, nothing has YET.

Build it anyway

I believe this is one of those songs I need to add to the soundtrack of my life:
Ladies Love Country Boys by Trace Adkins

(This is for all you sophisticated ladies out there)

She grew up in the city in a little subdivision,
Her daddy wore a tie, Momma never fried a chicken,
Ballet, Straight A's, Most likely to succeed

They bought her a car after graduation
Sent her down south for some higher education
Put her on the fast track to a law degree

Now she's comin home to visit
holdin the hand
Of a wild-eyed boy
with a farmer's tan

And shes ridin in the middle of his pickup truck
Blarin Charlie Daniels yellin, "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
but there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys

(You know its true)

Yeah, you know momma's and daddy's want better for their daughters
Hope they'll settle down with a doctor or a lawyer
In their uptown, ball gown, hand-me-down royalty

They never understand
why their princess falls
For some camouflage britches
and a southern drawl

Or why she's ridin in the middle of a pickup truck
Blarin Hank Jr. yellin, "Turn it up!"
They raised her up a lady
but there's one thing they couldn't avoid
Ladies love country boys

(ooh, get country with it)

You can train 'em
You can try to teach 'em right from wrong
But it's still gonna turn 'em on

Whey they go ridin int eh middle of a pickup truck
Blarin Lynyrd Skynyrd yellin, "TURN IT UP!"
You can raise her up a lady
but there's one thing you jus can't avoid
Ladies love country boys

They love us country boys
Ooooooh yeah
It's that country thing you know


Yeah, so I love this soung. Fits me to a T.

This is how you remind me

I miss the guy that lets me use his chest as a pillow. I miss the guy that cuddles with me when I need a cuddle. I miss our 'chats'. I miss the phone calls. I miss my Patch.

Their worst day, our every day

Oh shit, so I was watching Armed and Famous tonight. It's just so wrong. I really hope this show is not how things are actually done in Muncie, IN, and I hope they got paid a giant amount of money to have the show there.
No way is the training in the same classroom as their roll call. Last I checked there are state training facilities and they're not that close to cities. Plus, the cadet classes are usually more than five. I love it how at the beginning LaToya Jackson said she has always wanted to do two things: work at McDonald's and be a cop. Later when they're doing traffic stops, Erik Estrada was saying how he has so much of an advantage he has over the others cause he played a cop, but when he's supposed to give a ticket, he makes the "suspect" get out of the car, get down on his knees and put his hands on his head FOR A TICKET. And the Osbourne kid was the best shot when they were doing gun training. Out of the 12 shots fired (the first time) 11 of LaToya's shots weren't even on the target. I wonder how much practicing she had to do to qualify.
And on their first day, they were doing stuff on their stops already. I thought (I could be wrong) the first few weeks the trainees were out with their FTO's they watched, and then later they did stuff.
One of Estrada's stops was to go and do inventory after a SWAT raid, and he says "crack cocaine, obviously" No cop actually says that, they always say it looks like cocaine, but we're gonna test it. None of the cars had cages. And I'm very amused no one was arrested with Osborne's domestic violence call, (once again, I could be wrong) I thought all states had some kind of law where one person had to be arrested. When LaToya and her FTO go to a restaurant, she asked for a tablecloth and finger bowls.
OH shit, Latoya ran away from a cat. No cop would do that, you get over it and you do your damn job. She's sitting in the cop car with the doors locked, and her partner says I need to get some information out of here. And the guy from jackass gets a call about a shoplifter, and proceeds to follow the chick through the store, trying to convince her he's the real cops. You don't do that, you tell them something twice and then you make them obey. The wrestler chick pretends to run after a suspect, and doesn't jump in to help her partner when the guy fights. I noticed there's always a 3rd officer following them around, that never happens.
I could sit here amd complain, but no matter what I say it's so much worse. This doesn't happen in real life. Bad thing, I will continue to watch it and make fun of it. OMG. If y'all want a laugh, watch this show, but don't expect it to be real.

A week's work of Valium

So, I was downstairs today keeping my parents' TV company, and I was watching HGTV (one of the channels I could spend all day watching) and in one of the shows they were painting wooden furniture. I just don't understand why people go and paint wooden furniture, that is already treated and beautiful as it is, I can understand if it's unfinished and ugly. Guess that's what happens when you grow up in a Victorian house where your parents are always looking for the gorgeous wood floors, moldings and doors. Silly me. I guess I'm not that much a fan of paint either, I like the raw feel of stuff, some wood is so beautiful when it's stripped, sanded and then varnished.

I was also watching a few of those dating shows on MTV (cause it was there), it's always fun to see what kind of people would get on those shows. I always say I would never go on one of those shows, but sometimes I catch myself thinking about what I would set up for them. I mean wouldn't it be great to have a whole bunch of guys show up looking to have fun with me? I can only hope that will happen.
Oh, and in one of them, they were sitting next to a gorgeous swimming pool, what I would have given to jump into that screen and go swimming. Sigh

Does China Palace deliver down here?

So, I was working the game tonight, and I ran into one of my favorite teachers in high school. So, we were talking a bit, and I told her I was done with college, then we parted ways. But it really hurt, cause she never asked me what I got my degree in.
And then before I left, I ran into one of the cops I'm crushing on. But of course he's in a relationship. How come all the guys I like are in relationships (dating or married)? Sometimes I wish I could just tell them how much I like them, but I would never ruin their existing relationships. Why do I always fall for the guys that are taken?

It's not like that 3rd eye's really going anywhere

So, I was watching a movie today on lifetime (yeah, I know) called A Face To Die For starring Yasmine Bleeth. It's about this chick with a scarred face that gets set up by her boyfriend and sent to jail for a robbery. While in jail she gets into a fight and a plastic surgeon fixes her face and she gets out and starts her own fashion design company. Anyways, she develops this great self-confidence.
I want that. I want to be able to go out on a limb and know everything will work out. I want the rich things. I want to work with my hands, to create my art. I want that happy life with the rich expensive things, the great guy, the own business, and the happiness.

So I hope that lady in her minivan

OK, so I'm a little slow with my cop watching (again), so this first batch is from December 30th.
Gwinnett County, GA: Officer Kevin Berardinelli, Corporal J.P. Surowiec
Las Vegas, NV: Officer George Godfrey
Chattanooga, TN: Officer Chris Sims, Sgt Barry Burns, Officer Zach Fuller
Officer Derrick Pendergrass (surprise there, nope)

And here's this weeks:
Wichita, KS: Officer Baldy with the mustache, Young officer holding second suspect,
Brevard County, : Deputy, Justin Gould
Hamilton County, OH: Second Deputy they kept doing close-ups on
So, at the end of the 3rd segment, when they cute deputy was talking to the guy in the back of the cop car, a couple of bikes went past, what I would have given for the cameraman to follow the bikes and ditch the cop. Sigh
And the hottie for this week is: FTO Brad Bellflower

It's official

It didn't feel really real on graduation day. But today, this is the one piece of mail I received, it feels real now
Fittingly my CD player decided to play "That's Something To Be Proud Of"

saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky

So, I was watching one of those Most Shocking Videos shows on Spike TV today (thankfully it wasn't narrated by whats-his-face, it sounded more like the guy from Unsolved Mysteries). Anyway, I was curious why they had to show the video six damn times. Like we didn't see it the first or second time, and think of how many more videos they could put on the thing if they didn't show it six times.
I was also thinking as I was watching a cop chase, it was shot from a helicopter and when the ass finally bailed out of his car, there were no cop cars around him, but he still drove like an ass. It reminded me of a post I read over on Jason's blog about how cities are trying to cut back on wrecks created by crooks by telling the cops they can't chase the crooks anymore. Just cause the cops terminate the chase, doesn't mean the ass is gonna stop driving like a maniac. And, if they know that the cops aren't gonna chase them, it's probably likely that they will be more apt to run. Sorry, had to rant.

But a lot was not enough

Who can explain this to me? Why is it when I go into Yahoo! chat rooms I'm bombarded with the people who want to talk about sex? Is there no one that knows how to talk intelligently?

I thought I'd play with a couple of them today and see if they could pass as decent human beings, they don't.
One guy asked if I was happy cause I was alone. I told him for all he knew I could be taking a break from a threesome, to which he asked how old. So I told him, 12 and 13, and he asked if they were my brother and sister. What a sicko.
One of the other guys asked how old I was, so to throw him off I told him 12. He asked to see my pic, we all know what they mean with that, so I told him it was illegal to download child porn, and he said that wasn't what he was looking for. I told him, I knew what he wanted and that my dad had gotten me ready at age 5. So he said, can't you just share your pic. I told him he had to give me a min so I could log his IP, his sn and send them to the PD. He's still trying to chat with me.
And how about the person who tried to get me to view their webcam without even an IM.
Is there no intelligent life out there?

Sha la la la

UGH! So I went out with my friends today and we went to the mall (not very exciting but I wanted to get some calendars), I got me a day-by-day Corvette and Mustang calendar, and a monthly OCC wall calendar. I was pissed because I wanted to get the OCC, a wolves, and a fighter jet wall calendar, but the kiosk in the middle of the mall wasn't going to take my gift card for Borders (even though it was the same damn company). So, now I need another wall calendar (to replace my 2 cop wall calendars from last year). Unfortunately I couldn't find a nice one in Borders. I realized how little there is to do here. We ran into a couple friends at the mall, went out to lunch with them and had a nice time. That I wouldn't mind doing again.
I went to visit my friend who runs an eyeglasses shop (to drop off a prescription, so I didn't lose it) and I told him he should get a bunch of his biker buddies and take me on a ride to celebrate my graduation. He said we'd do it some Thurs night when it got warm. Thurs because that's when Porky's and Trophies (two biker bars in DM) have their bike nights. Now, I'm really itching for a ride. Damn.
So now, I'm sitting here listening to some Bruce Springsteen (just need some nice loud music, and I listened to Hicktown and Amarillo Sky incessantly this morning, though I won't be skipping them if they come up in my shuffle). I'm so yearning for a drink and a ride.
And can someone tell me where the last 2 hrs went? I got home about 2 from hanging out with my friends, and now it's 4 I don't get it.

You're out on the street looking good

This is really cool, found it in my email group.
One hundred years ago. Here are some of the U.S. Statistics for the Year 1906! :
The average life expectancy in the U.S. was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes in the U.S. had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
A three-minute call from Denver to New York City cost eleven dollars.
There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles of paved roads.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa, and Tennessee were each more heavily populated than California.
With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only the 21st most populous state in the Union.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower!
The average wage in the U.S. was 22 cents per hour.
The average U.S. worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year, a dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year and a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births in the U.S. took place at HOME.
Ninety percent of all U.S. doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION! Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as "substandard."
Sugar cost four cents a pound. Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen. Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
Five leading causes of death in the U.S. were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke
The American flag had 45 stars.
Arizona, Oklahoma , New Mexico , Hawaii , and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the Union yet.
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada , was only 30!!!!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and ice tea hadn't been invented yet.
There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.
Two out of every 10 U.S. adults couldn't read or write.
Only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.
Eighteen percent of households in the U.S. had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A.!
I wonder what these stats will be in another 100 years.

We can't keep the field

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
Not as easy as you might think...
1. Yourself? Wendy
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse? None
3. Your hair? straight
4. Your mother? Sharon
5. Your father? Don
6. Your Favorite Item: (I don't know, and if I did, I know I couldn't do it in one word)
7. Your dream last night: sensational
8. Your Favorite drink: Vault
9. The room you are in: livingroom
12. Your Fears: unknown
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? happy
14. Who you hung out with last night: me
15. What You're Not? normal
16. Muffins? chocolate
17: One of Your Wish List Items: job
18. Time: 13:42
19. Last thing you did? blog
20. What You Are Wearing? jeans
21. Your Favorite Weather: rainy
22. Your Favorite Book: law
23. The last thing you ate: Dove
24. Your Life: interesting
25. Your Mood: bored
26. Your friends: priceless
27. What are you thinking about right now? chilling
28. What are you doing at this moment? typing
30. Your summer: hot
31. Your relationship status? single
32. What is on your tv? FieldofDreams
33. When is the last time you laughed? now
34. last time you cried? yesterday
35. school? graduated

LAYER ONE: Spell your name with bands/artists
W - Who, The
E - Eminem
N - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
D - Def Leppard
Y - Yoakam, Dwight

LAYER TWO:
-- full Name: W J W (Sorry kids, not disclosing that)
-- Birthdate: July 2, 1983
-- Nickname: weinkermeyer, weink, wendell
-- Current Location: living room
-- Eye Color: hazel
-- Righty or Lefty: righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Cancer

LAYER THREE:
-- The shoes you wore today: none yet, will be wearing tennis shoes later
-- Your weaknesses: flames, motorcycles, cops, military
-- Your fears: the unknown
-- Your perfect pizza: mushroom stuffed crust pizza
-- Goal you'd like to achieve: To have a job (very soon), be happy

LAYER FOUR:
-- Your best physical feature: that I do not know
-- Your bedtime: whenever I get tired
-- Most missed memory? knowing the future was planned out for me

LAYER FIVE:-- Pepsi or Coke: Coke
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King
-- Adidas or Nike: Doesn't matter
-- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Neither
-- Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
-- Cappuccino or coffee: Neither

LAYER SIX:
-- Curse: When people piss me off
-- Sing: When I'm alone to good music
-- Take a shower everyday: Every other
-- Have a crush: DUH! Dream Guy, Jason Aldean
-- Do you think you've been in love?: Yeah
-- Want to go to college: Been there, graduated, now what?
-- Like(d) high school: It was tolerable, I liked how I knew what was coming next and I loved my art classes
-- Want to get married: Someday
-- Think you're a health freak: Not even close
-- Get along with your parents: As well as is able, mom and I clash a lot
-- Play an instrument: No

LAYER SEVEN: In the past month;
-- Drank alcohol: Yes
-- Done a drug: No
-- Gone to the mall: Yes
-- Kissed someone: No
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No
-- Eaten Sushi: No
-- Been on stage: Yeah, for graduation
-- Gone skating: No
-- Made homemade cookies: No
-- Gone Skinny dipping: No
-- Stolen anything: No

LAYER EIGHT: Ever;
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No
-- If so, was it mixed company: -- No
-- Been called a tease: Maybe?
-- Been beaten up: Yes, when I was in 4th grade an older guy did ASSHOLE

LAYER NINE:
--Age you hope to be married: 30?
--Numbers of Children: None
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: I'm thinking small ceremony with close friends and relatives, planning on wearing my prom dress (it's periwinkle, but I think it's perfect) beyond that I haven't really figured it out
--What country would you most like to visit?: Ireland

LAYER TEN: In the opposite sex
--Best eye color?: I don't think it matters, but I like blue
--Best hair color?: Once again, doesn't matter
--Short hair or long hair?: Inbetween, I want something to run my fingers through
--Height: Taller than 5'8, I wanna be able to look up at him, but not too tall
--Best weight: Slim to a little heavy, not too heavy

LAYER ELEVEN:
--Number of people I could trust with my life: A few
--Number of CDs that I own: 69 + 50 or so that I've made


I was watching Field of Dreams today, some say its the movie that put Iowa on the map. And I love this quote by Terance Mann (played by James Earl Jones), he says it towards the end of the movie when Ray Kinsella (played by Kevin Costner) is pushed to sell the farm by Mark (played by Timothy Busfield):
"Ray, people will come Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won't mind if you look around, you'll say. It's only $20 per person. They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come."


So, I found this in my email today. It teaches us a valuable lesson: Don't get into an 8 foot helium balloon.
HIGH ON LIFE: "Take a deep breath..."
(3 June 2006, Florida) Two more candidates have thrown themselves into the running for a Darwin Award. The feet of Jason and Sara, both 21, were found protruding from a deflated, huge helium advertising balloon. Jason was a college student, and Sara attended community college, but apparently their education had glossed over the importance of oxygen. When one breathes helium, the lack of oxygen in the bloodstream causes a rapid loss of consciousness. Some euthanasia experts advocate the use of helium to painlessly end one's life. The pair pulled down the 8' balloon, and climbed inside. Their last words consisted of high-pitched, incoherent giggling as they slowly passed out and passed into the hereafter. Sheriff's deputies said the two were not victims of foul play. No drugs or alcohol were found. The medical examiner reported that helium inhalation was a significant factor in their deaths. A family member said "Sara was mischievous, to be honest. She liked fun and it cost her."

Try to remind myself that I was happy here

So, here I am doing the exact same thing I do every night. Sitting in front of the TV with my computer on my lap. Some day I'm thinking I should just go out walking and keep walking til I get somewhere exciting. Just keep going, my guess no one would realize I was gone for a couple days at least.
New start for a new year? That's a load of crock. I started out doing the same shit I always do. I have a bad habit that I try to get rid of, but I always turn back to it. When life gets hard, or I'm just depressed, I go back to the one thing that makes me feel better. So much for breaking old habits. But, you know what they say, old habits die hard. Ain't that the truth.
So just to see what all the hype is about I got me a myspace account. I have a few friends who have them, so I figured this was just another way to keep in touch with them.
Am I the only one who misses summer?

Show me you still care

Don't you love it how certain songs (or albums or artists) bring back memories? So, I'm sitting here at home (cause I lead an unexciting life) listening to some more albums I stuck on my mp3 player. And it tripped over Live at the Wildhorse Saloon by Rebel, which brings back some great memories. Rebel is now Trick Pony (country music, people) who has now broken up. But I remember when my parents and I went to Nashville and saw the group right after they changed their name to Trick Pony at the Wildhorse Saloon. We were there because my dad had a conference in Nashville, so there was a buffet table with food and all on the 3rd floor (I think) of this place, it's a neat place, it's got these fake wooden (?) horses all over it in strange unhorselike (new word) positions. And this band comes on stage, and I remember looking over the railing watching them. So, dad bought their CD before we left. And a couple or so years after that they were at the state fair here for free and we went to see them. I had taken the CD to maybe get it signed, but the crowd was huge, we actually left early cause they were way too loud. There was just too many people in the tent, and I couldn't stand it, and obviously if I thought it was too loud, you can bet my parents and aunt and uncle thought so too. The next year they were at the grandstand after the rodeo, I remember because they made huge headlines with that, no band except maybe one or two had gone from a free stage to the grandstand in one year. I went with a couple of friends.
So, if y'all could see me now, I'm sitting here with this goofy smile on my face and tears in my eyes.

This high speed rodeo is all I know

UGH! Who do I complain to when there's no one online to complain to? Plus it's after 10 so I don't wanna call anyone and bug them if they're doing something. So, lucky for all you readers you get to read about it.
I'm pissed about something at work, but I will not complain about that. I don't need someone from work to find this and read something that was a heat of the moment comment and get my ass fired or get in trouble for it. Though I'd love to.
Something else that happened at work. Well, I saw my two hottie cop neighbors. And I hate how they don't quite know it's me. One of them I'm pretty sure doesn't even know I live across the street from him. He's the one that works with the University police that was in a near fatal motorcycle accident last May. So, I understand that, but the other one (Dream Guy) knows I live across the street and he knows I work at the Center. But I guess it's the whole different places, different clothes crap. Cause last year, I'm pretty sure he knew I worked there and lived across the street from him. This year I've rarely seen him in person, mostly it's in a city police car and of course he doesn't recognize me, or in person at work. But it annoys me to death. And of course talking to hott cops makes me nervous, course talking to hotties makes me nervous and talking to cops I don't know that well makes me nervous so stick them together. Plus, they're usually only passing by and either don't wanna talk, or don't have time.

The other thing I'm complaining about, and not caring if someone from my Yahoo! group finds this and reads this. As most of you know I do art, and I've been told I'm pretty good at it. Well, lately I've been doing things called Art Trading Cards, where the canvas is the size of a baseball card, and we create sets according to certain themes. I'm sure you can find something if you google it. Anyways, one of the groups I'm in deals with the theme of collage, meaning we are sent a package of items, and we have to use at least one of the items on our card and write on the back what we used. Well, the owner/moderator (person who runs the group) has been MIA for the last couple of months, and we've tried individual emails, and group emails, since no one really knows her personally, that's all we can really do. Well, one of the members M posted a message the other day wondering what we could really do, to me (I suppose I could be wrong) it sounded like she wanted someone to take over or create a new group and do swaps as we used to. Get a package of stuff do the cards in about a month, send to the owner who would swap them out and get them back to us within 2 or 3 weeks. So, I proposed to do that, to which she replied today, that if it was the same setup, she just wouldn't like to be in the group. THEN WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE WANT? She knows how the group is run, and most of the people like the slow pace of only one swap a month (in another group we have multiple swaps going on at the same time), and there's nothing any of us can do since we don't know the moderator personally, and only the moderator can change anything in the group. I so wanted to send a bitchy email back to her, but I bit my lip.
I'm so sick of dealing with people that say one thing and then turn around and say another. Or maybe I'm just so pissed with what happened at work, which didn't make much sense. I just wanna hit something.

I'm on a ride that won't let me go

As, I hope you have all heard by now. Saddam was hanged(hung?) last night. I strongly believe the world is better off without him. I knew he was gonna be executed very soon, but I didn't know when it was to be, someone told me last night at the game. And as gruesome and messed up as this sounds, I would have loved to watch it.

So, I'm using this from last year, changing the date obviously. Also, I don't make New Year's Resolutions, I can never keep them, so I gave up.

What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before? Graduated college
Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Like I said earlier, I don't make new year's resolutions
Did anyone close to you give birth? No
Did anyone close to you die? No, course the 2 memorable ones (recently actually) were James Brown, and Gerald Ford
What countries did you visit? None
What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006? A full-time job
What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? I'm gonna say, December 16, that's when I graduated college
What was your biggest achievement of the year? Graduating college (Do you see a theme here?)
What was your biggest failure? Not getting a job (full-time or otherwise) before graduation
Did you suffer illness or injury? No more than colds, course I have this nasty scratch on my leg (ok it's healing), that I got around the middle of Nov, that's really slow in healing, it's gonna be a nasty scar. But I don't think it's anything to worry about. My legs are slow healer (I seem to be prone to falling down and skinning my knees a lot)
What was the best thing you bought? OK this is really sad, considering the most I've bought this year was food and textbooks, it would be either gifts for other people, or Santa Claus: The Movie (told you it was sad)
Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? My parents. Because they didn't think I needed a party to celebrate me graduating college, and the small one we had with family was pretty much an afterthought. Plus, they're real good at not showing they support me. I'm pretty sure they're proud of me and support me, but they never say it.
Where did most of your money go? Rent, textbooks, and food
What did you get really, really, really excited about? My mp3 player
What song will always remind you of 2006? I'm thinking Believe by Brooks n Dunn. That or Hate Me by Blue October. I don't usually associate songs with events or years, unless something big happened when I was listening to the song.
Compared to this time last year, are you:
I. happier or sadder? Happier that I'm done with school, but sadder cause I don't know what's next. So, unsure of that.
II. thinner or fatter? A tiny bit fatter
III. richer or poorer? Richer, I got a bit of money for graduating, plus I think I've saved my money better this year
What do you wish you'd done more of? Study, I wish I got better grades, also wish I'd done better with the career/job resources on campus
Did you fall in love in 2006? No, but I still have a crush on dream guy
How many one-night stands? None
What was your favorite TV program? A new one from this year would have to be Men In Trees, continuing one would be Supernatural
Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? Nope, I'm annoyed with someone, but I don't hate them
Do I like anyone now that you didn't like this time last year? I have new friends, and a few new crushes
What was the best book you read? What did I read that wasn't a textbook? Good question. I don't think I read anything new this year. And I have no idea if I read anything that wasn't a textbook, and none of those were too exciting. I did enjoy my Police and Society textbook (if that counts)
What was your greatest musical discovery? Either Jason Aldean or Blue October. I believe this year was when I started listening to stuff other than 80's and country, so it could be all the alternative/rap/heavy metal I've been listening to. I love listening to the other stuff.
What did you want and get? The mp3 player, also the Jason Aldean CD I got for Christmas
What was your favorite film of this year? I only saw 3 new movies this year: Ice Age 2, X-Men 3, and The Lake House. So, I'm going with Ice Age 2, just because I wasn't really happy with how they ended the X-Men trilogy.
What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? Not much, I believe I slacked off all day, went for a walk, bought me a 6-pack of Mike's Hard Apple Cider, and I was 23
What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Getting a job for after graduation
How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006? Same as before. jeans and a T-shirt. Whatever's comfortable. I really love summer where I can wear my favorite outfit: jeans, tank top, barefoot.
What kept you sane? Music, always music.
Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? Jason Aldean (my newest celeb crush)
What political issue stirred you the most? I don't pay attention to politics, I'll let you know if anything comes into mind
Who did you miss? Patch
Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006: Have fun in life. Though I'm pretty sure I've learned that way before this year. Plan ahead.

Something tells me your here

OK, so I've been debating whether to post this or not, and I decided to, especially after my dad kept bothering me last night (that I will explain later).

So my family and I went out to eat Friday night at the Chicago Speakeasy in DM, not a good experience all around. We waited about an hour for a table (that includes the 50 min until they called our name, we go up there, and the lady didn’t notice the “N” in front of our name for non-smoking, so we waited another 10 minutes) Then once we sat down, we waited at least 10 min for the waitress to take our order and another 10 or so before it came out. Now compare that with the couple who sat down about 5 min after we did, got their order before we did, and their check and had much better service from the waitress and left about 20 min before us. Yes, I know, it was just a couple and there were 4 of us, but still. And then once we got the bill, we sat around for another 10 min for her to pick up, until we finally decided to just leave cash and go.
It was good food, but the rest of it was ridiculous.
But anyways, I was saying how Ross should have something good for me under the tree, and he’s like, that’s why your graduation present was wrapped in 2 different papers. And my dad’s like it was a very expensive gift. So, I thought I’d look up online how much it cost (because if you read an earlier post, I broke the plastic cover on the viewfinder/viewer window). Well it was almost $200, which is pretty expensive, but not on Ross terms (cause he makes a lot of money anyway), and my mp3 player was a little less than twice as much as the camera. Which I haven’t broken yet, cross my fingers. I just find it kinda weird how dad was telling me that the camera WAS SO EXPENSIVE. And I was also thinking, that this is typical of my brother. Now, I’ve never wanted a camera, it’s just not something I want. I don’t have the inkling to take pictures of things, unless maybe we’re at a family gathering and I’m helping out mom. So, Ross just got me something that any other chick would want, and not what I would want (I thought of this before I broke it by the way)
Last night we went out to look at the winner's of the lighting contest. And somehow we got into talking about my camera again. And my dad just kept saying It's a very expensive present. I think maybe he wanted to get me to tell Ross that I broke it. Cause I was pissed last Wed and broke down and told my mom about it (surprisingly she didn't seem pissed), so I think she told dad, and he wanted me to tell Ross, yeah right. I just don't understand why dad didn't remind me that the mp3 player was so expensive, cause that was almost twice as much as the camera. I just don't understand. Yes, I know I broke it, and I'm pretty sure you know I broke it (because of the way you were acting), but it still works, the viewer just isn't a completely clear picture. It works fine. Get off my back.

And yesterday, my dad tells me to come downstairs, that my mother got a phone call that she wants to share with all of us. My first thought, well that can't be good. About 4 weeks ago, my mother went to the emergency room with chest pains, the dr's decided it was a slight case of pneumonia (sp?) and sent her home, well on her x-rays, they found a spot that wasn't on an x-ray 6 years earlier (I believe it was 6, don't quote me), so they wanted more tests. I really don't worry about my parents' health. They're my parents they can't get sick, right? So, I don't worry. Well, she was still waiting on test results, so I figured that's what this was about. Nope. She says that her half brother from her dad's first marriage was found with his wife dead in their home shot to death, people think it was a murder suicide. Now, I don't know what to think about this. I never knew my mother's father because he died before my brother was born. I never knew my grandma was his second wife. I didn't know anything about my grandpa's family. How am I supposed to react to this? Well, I just brushed it off, like I said I didn't know these people, I didn't know he had another family, I never even knew him. Apparently my grandma's pretty shook up about it, I do worry about her though.

Six years old and you take a nap

So, if you haven't heard the news, James Brown is dead. He died early this morning in . If you don't know who he is, look him up here, and don't mention it to me. He was called the Godfather of Soul, and I remember him best for his performance as Reverend Cleophus James in The Blues Brothers (one of the greatest movies ever made, which you should not watch with me, as I know just about every word) and from a performance he did on a TV show called New York Undercover, in the 90's, he played "It's a Man's World" which I had to go and buy right after I saw it. Another great singer is gone.
So, I hope you all had a good Christmas and got all (or quite a few of the things you wanted). Some of the things I got include: quite a few snowmen (as I collect them), Ice Age 1 and 2, the Jason Aldean CD (Which I've already put on my mp3 player, as well as the music video of Hicktown, that came on the CD), some cardstock, and various patterned paper for me artwork, a few things from Alaska (as my parents went there this summer), things from Mexico (my mom went there last spring), a shirt, some Borders giftcards, some local grocery store giftcards, and a chocolate Santa. My friend Carrie, gave me some chocolates on Sat night (which I ate for breakfast Sunday morning).
We had some nice meals the past few days, porkchops with potatoes and carrots last night, and seafood pasta with salad today.

Once again, I hope you all had a good holiday

Merry Christmas y'all

Happy Holidays Everybody!

Old man being interviewed

Fontana, CA: Officer Mark Durmisevich, Officer P.J. Ryan
Brevard County: Deputy Brian Jones
Hamilton County, OH: Deputy Brian Williams,
Palm Beach County, FL: Deputy Mark Lanier,
Palm Springs, CA: Officer Anthony Pilutik,
Martin County, FL: Detective Bill Dowdy,
"I did not run into your car sir" "Who did? Your friend in your backpack?"
Can I just say, "Ow!" for the guy stuffing that meds bottle up his ass. I never understand why you'd wanna do that
Am I the only one who thought that lady had big breasts at the trailer park? And how the hell can the cop say to the guy, "That sorta stuff happens sometimes" when the guy says twice out of thirteen years they've physically abused each other?
This week's statuette is awarded to Deputy Brian Jones of the Brevard County Sheriff's Dept

But baby I'm a real good man

So, I'm a complete huge idiot. I broke my new digital camera, I've had it 4 days and I broke it already. Go me. Yeah, obviously it wasn't on purpose it fell on a round piece of glass and put a couple nice cracks in the plastic where the viewer screen is. So, it's not like the actually camera is broken. But my parents are gonna wonder how stupid I could be, and my brother will say I'm an idiot. I looked it up in my paperwork, and I would have to pay for a new piece of plastic. But I don't have a lot of money, and I just spent $50 today at the vet for finding out my guinea pig has cancer, and most likely the only thing that would really prolong her life is a nice expensive surgery. Now I love my pig, but I don't have the money and she's old for a pig anyhow (4 yrs), so I just have to watch and if she seems to be in pain or anything, I can take her in to have her put to sleep. Yeah, it's been a great day. Excuse me while I go put my head through a window.

I may have a reckless streak at least a mile wide

Ok, so these first ones are from the 9th of December, cause I'm a little slow.
Wichita, KS: Officer Joe Springop, and the other Officers with no names
Brevard County, FL: K-9 Deputy Ben Wheeler,
West Palm Beach, FL: Officer Ron Robbins, Officer Steve Mooney,
Pittsburgh, PA: Sgt. Jason Snyder (<---I LOVE him), the other two plainclothes cops, Travis County, TX: Deputy Joseph Ensminger, Gwinnett County, GA: Officer James Presley, Lt J.T. Strickland,
This statuette is for the officer in the first ep, first segment with the nice ink on his forearm, I believe it was Officer Patrick Boucard. And one goes to Sgt Jason, cause he's such a nice yummy specimen.
And these are from this past weekend, Dec 17th
Las Vegas, NY: Sgt Reymond Reyes, Officer Evan Rosenthal, Officer Ryan Cook
Chattanooga, TN: Officer Derrick Pendergrass, Aaron Williams
This one is to... Officer Ryan Cook (No surprise there, eh?)

On a different note, I took my pig to the vet today and found out she most likely has cancer. So, I have to watch her to see if she's suffering, and if she is, I'll probably take her in to be put to sleep.
While I was at the vet's I saw a cop (he was pretty good looking). But I didn't take his pic, Goddess, cause I figured that would be a nice harassment charge against me. But he was pretty damn yummy.

You drive three miles from all this prosperity.

Well, I don't know what I was so nervous about. The whole ceremony took about 2 hours, took me about 2 minutes (if that) to walk across the stage, pick up my diploma holder, shake the Univ's President, walk down the stairs, shake someone else's hand and sit down. I had to wait in line for about 45 minutes cause the letter said to be there at 12:45, and we didn't start our walk (all the way around to the other side of the building) until 1:30. I told my parents I didn't have to be there that early, but my dad made me, so I was like the 8th person from the Liberal Arts and Sciences college to pick up my holder. I remember walking through the tunnel onto the floor, looking up at the lights and all the people, sitting down, and just waiting for someone to pinch me, or to wake me up. We listened to the Pres, the speaker get his honorary degree, the speaker, all the other colleges graduates walk across, and then it was my turn to get up and walk across the stage. Wasn't that exciting? Yeah, not so much. Afterwards my family and I went to a restaurant for desert, and then home. And then I got some nice new toys, which I've been playing with today. A digital camera (so, I can't tell Goddess I don't have one to take pics anymore), and an mp3 player (not an Ipod, my brother said this one was better). I already got my whole library loaded onto the Gigabeat (that's what it's called). Both of them are slightly smaller than a deck of cards, and only about a quarter inch thick. Pretty cool.
Today, we went to my mother's family Christmas get-together. My mom (sly as she is) ordered flowers from a place in my aunt's town, so they were there when we got there. I was telling people in line yesterday that no one would get me flowers, guess I was wrong. They were red and yellow roses (my school's colors). And of course people gave me money and cards. I'm surprised at the amount I got, after depositing it, I will have more money than I have ever had in my checking account, and seeing as the only job I have at the moment is my part-time one, I'm gonna need it.
So, tomorrow, I get to do laundry, deposit my money, make thank you cards, and call about a haircut. Exciting stuff huh? I only wish I had a job to go to. I know people will say I'm wrong, but I do feel like a failure not having a job already.
Thank you to all who gave me a congratulations, and for everyone else who didn't, I know it's coming, or we've talked through our minds. No hard feelings if you don't leave a comment with congratulations, I'm well aware that you don't have time to spend reading blogs all the time, and you have lives that are much more important than mine.

Superman's in pajamas on the couch

Well, today is the day. Only took me 4.5 years. I'm supposed to wander across the stage somewhere in between 1:30 and 3:30. My college is no cool enough to have their small graduation ceremony, so I have to go to the big one (cause my parents bought a cap and gown for me, which I will be trying to sell after graduation). I was bugging my brother about a graduation present yesterday and he said I took too long, that it expired, those were the rules. Some brother, huh.
So, I was reading the thing they sent me in the mail about graduation, they just take all the fun out of stuff.
Caps and Gowns
"Your cap should be worn level, not tilted, with the tassel on the left side (both before and after receiving your degree). Decorations on caps may be confiscated...appropriate business clothing should be work under your gown."
The Ceremony
"Bringing champagne to the ceremony, displaying signs, and engaging in disruptive activities is prohibited. Staff will confiscate any bottles or containers or alcohol. Possession of alcohol may result in not being allowed to participate in the ceremony."
Diploma Distribution
"Graduation requirements will be verified AFTER the graduation." (emphasis added)

And, while reading where I am supposed to check-in, I noticed they need to change the numbering on the sheet, cause the coliseum (that I work in) changed their numbering this year, way to be confusing people.

Just walking through the front door puts a smile on my face

Oh Dream Guy, you are so hott, you have a sweet truck, a gorgeous bike, a cute dog, you're in the profession I love, you're a country fan (or at least a Rascal Flatts fan), and you make me drool and blush everytime I see you. Won't you be mine?

Yes, I found out Dream Guy likes country, or like I said above Rascal Flatts. Can't I just take him? Sigh. So, I'm pissed, happy, and want to get drunk. How's that for a mood? I'm pissed about something at work, but I'm not gonna discuss it, cause work is the one thing I will not discuss on here. Happy because I took my last final today, I hope I got enough to get me a C- or above in the class, cross your fingers, hold your breath and say a prayer, ok? And I want to get drunk because I'm pissed and happy.
So, yeah, no more finals, all that's left is to wander across the stage on Sat, pick up my diploma holder (cause final grades aren't due until the 19th, and then they'll send us our diplomas). I love how we go through the graduation ceremony BEFORE we really know if we got the grades and passed everything. Yeah that's helpful.
And, I've started a graduation fund already, with the $$ Karli's mom gave me, the $$ my bosses at the library gave me & the money they gave me as a holiday present, plus the $$ I got for selling my textbooks, I've already got enough to be drunk for awhile, or at least cover 1 month's rent.
I don't know if I wanna get drunk, I'd love to have the birthday party I didn't have this year. Nice fruity drinks, cause I don't like wine or beer, cake, presents, money, friends, warm weather, and bikes, what more could a girl want?

That damned ol' river

Found this on my travels around the net and figured you all might enjoy reading it. If you don't tough shit, move on.

50 ODD Things About You!
If you read this, FILL IT OUT! Learn 50 things about your friend.
1. Height? 5'8"
2. Have you ever smoked heroin? nope
3. Do you own a gun? no
4. Do you have a b/f, g/f? nope
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? no
6. What do you think of hot dogs? memories as a kid, and that they're $2.50 at the center
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? Anything by the Trans Siberian Orchestra off their Christmas Eve and other stories
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Generally, I wake up and go to class, if I have time I drink Vault (for all of you that don't know, it's a soft drink made by Coke)
9. Can you do push-ups? I think so, but I also think I'm doing them wrong, so...?
10. Is your bathroom clean? Depends on your definition of clean
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? I always wear my Claddaugh (sp?) cross necklace, and my plain white gold band
12. Do you like painkillers? I've never been on any
13. Do you have A.D.D.? No?
14. Middle Name? Jane
15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? 4 down 1 to go, I have to work tonight, wonder if anyone will read this
16. Name the last 3 things you have bought? Crepe, catalina smoothee, Naked fruit juice
17. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Vault, Mountain Dew, Coke
18. Current worry? whether or not I'll get a C- or above on my CJ final tomorrow
19. Current hate? Cold, professors who only grade on 3 exams
20. Favorite place to be? on the back of a bike
21. Where would you like to go? Okoboji
22. Do you own slippers? Yeah, about 3 pairs
23. What shirt are you wearing? white thermal shirt
24. Do you burn or tan? Tan
25. Favorite color(s)? Black, blue (basically anything that's not too bright)
26. Would you be a pirate? No
27. What songs do you sing in the shower? Whatever I have playing on my comp at the time, generally something upbeat
28. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? No idea
29. What's in your pockets right now? wallet, keys, cell phone, $2.63 in change, $8 in cash
30. Last thing that made you laugh? The guinea pig at the pet store
31. Best bed sheets as a child? fuck if I know
32. Worst injury you've ever had? I've never had anything worse than scrapes
33. Do you wish on shooting stars? No
34. What is your favorite book? I haven't read a book in so long that's not a textbook, so let's go with The Golden Compass by Phillip Pullman
35. What is your favorite candy? Snickers
36. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? I Loved Her First by Heartland, My Little Girl by Tim McGraw, <--one of those 2, but absolutely Your Everything by Keith Urban
37. What song do you want played at your funeral? Go Rest High On That Mountain by Vince Gill, When I Get Where I'm Going by Brad Paisley
38. What were you doing 12 AM last night? sleeping, and technically that would be this morning
39. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? It's Wed, I can sleep a little bit longer
40. Right handed or left? Right
41. Longest car ride? Chicago
42. Have any tattoos or piercings? 1 in each ear, 3 tats - double W's on right hip, flame armband on upper right arm, panther on left forearm
43. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2
44. Scary or funny movies? Rather funny, but some scary ones are good
45. Last person you talked to on the phone? Margene from work (I couldn't remember, so I had to look it up)
46. Any siblings? yes, 1 older brother
47. Last time you cried? don't know, most likely it was because of a sappy movie
48. Coffee or tea? ummm, no
49. Favorite sport? not a sport fan
50. Least favorite food(s)? veggies

Oh, and if anyone was watching CSI last week, the serial killer said he was from my town. Now, I know I like to be more or less anon, but that was just wrong of CBS to promote our town by saying a serial killer was born there. THANKS A LOT!!!

Some days you wanna go...

So, I figured out my element, the place I really feel like I belong. Kinda like in Cheers, "Where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same You wanna be where everybody knows Your name." only, not everybody knows my name, they can tell that I belong there. This past August when I went to the biker bar in DM, Porky's and then we rode to Trophies afterward, and then The Jungle Room after that. Most or all the people at those bars were bikers, and everyone I ran into could tell I belonged there, that I was a biker.
Anyways, I was just thinking about that because on Saturday I graduate college/the Univ, and my friends and I are going out to eat (yes, it's changed, it was supposed to be, we were going out for drinks, but then I realized all the other graduates plus normal bar-goers would be at the bars, and I don't like crowds, that's why I don't go to bars in the first place, so I decided it would be more fun, for me, if we went out to eat at a place that served drinks), and then I was thinking about August, and if we had a biker bar here, that would be the perfect place to go. Alas, we do not, and I don't know where to go. It would be nice to go to DM, but that's about a 40 min drive from here, and I'm guessing, we're gonna be tired at the end of the night.

I was also thinking that my favorite all time outfit is blue jeans, barefoot, tank top, and hair down. In yahoo, my avatar is sooo me. I don't think you could get it any more me. It's a chick (obviously) red shoulder-length hair, white tank top, blue jeans, boots (cause these avatars don't have a choice for barefoot), in front of a biker bar, with a wolf beside her, green eyes, glasses. Now how funny/wierd is that, I can make any avatar I want, and I stick glasses on her. As much as I hate my face, I love my glasses. Oops, I forgot, it doesn't have ink, that's how you could make it more me. Cause I love my ink, I want more, but due to circumstances, can't have any more at the moment.

Yeah, I know it's short, but that's what I was thinking about today, and I thought I'd share it with y'all. Whether or not you care

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

In case you all need a laugh for the week, here are a couple:
Why We Love Children !

1) NUDITY
I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, "Mom! That lady isn't wearing a seat belt!"
2) OPINIONS
On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, "The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents."
3) KETCHUP
A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle."
4) MORE NUDITY
A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover.
The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?"
5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, "Are you a cop?" "Yes," I answered and continued writing the report. "My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?" "Yes, that's right," I told her. "Well, then," she said as she extended her foot toward me, "would you please tie my shoe?"
6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me "Is that a dog you got back there?" he asked. "It sure is," I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, "What'd he do?"
7) ELDERLY
While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe this!"
8) DRESS-UP
A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, "Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit." "And why not, darling?" "You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning. "
9) DEATH
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased. The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: "Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes."
10) SCHOOL
A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I'm just wasting my time," she said to her mother. "I can't read, I can't write and they won't let me talk!"
11) BIBLE
A little boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. "Mama, look what I found," the boy called out. "What have you got there, dear?" With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, "I think it's Adam's underwear.

And, in case anyone cares, I now have a gmail account.

She's more than just a memory

Geez, I'm all nervous about graduation now. As y'all should know, I'm graduating from college with my BS in Sociology/Interdisciplinary Studies (the professional? way of saying criminal justice) next Sat. I'm supposed to walk across the stage in front of a lot (I have no idea how many people are graduating) of other graduating people and their families. And I was looking up the information for my parents, so I was looking at it carefully, and I'm nervous and don't know if I really want to walk across the stage, but I have to, cause my parents bought me a nice cap and gown to wear. Maybe I can find one of my friends that is graduating and sit next to them during the ceremony, so I won't be so nervous. I did find out that my college isn't special enough (cause I go to a University, that is made up of a bunch of colleges) to have their own little graduation, so I do have to walk in front of the hundreds that are graduating from the university.

There goes the neighborhood

I was in Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina for my dogs and was in line to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog........ Duh!
I was feeling a bit crabby so on impulse, I told her no, I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care unit with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms. Her eyes about bugged out of her head.
I went on and on with the bogus diet story and she was totally buying itI told her that it was an easy, inexpensive diet and that the way it works is to load your pockets or purse with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The package said the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a tall guy behind her.
Horrified, she asked if something in the dog food had poisoned me and that was why I ended up in the hospital.
I said no.....I'd been sitting in the street licking my butt when a car hit me.
I thought the tall guy was going to have to be carried out the door.
And as long as we're on the subject of dieting, etc. Take a laugh at this.

He took the midnight train going anywhere

Goddess commented on the fact that I forgot it was Pearl Harbor today. Sorry. I know my excuse of feeling like shit all week is not a good excuse. If you don't know what Pearl Harbor was, you suck. The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, HI on December 7th, 1941. After that, the US entered World War II. (And no, I didn't have to look it up to tell you that, this next part I did, cause I didn't want to screw it up). Out of the 8 battleships in the harbor, the Arizona, was the only one that stayed at the bottom of the ocean. 2,403 American servicemen, and 68 civilians were killed during the attack. So, if you don't know your country's history (don't tell me, but) go visit Wikipedia and find out about it.
This is the wall at the memorial in Hawaii, with the names of all the men and women who died 65 years ago today

This is the flag that waves above the memorial.

When you wanna come

To anyone who's not very good out there. I had a person in mind, but I decided to be nice.

Christmas Carols for the Disturbed
1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?
2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three Kings Disoriented Are
3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for Christmas
4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and.....
6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me
7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire
8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why
9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night, Holy oooh look at the froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?
10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle, Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bel ls, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells ....

Goddess sent this to me last week. It's pretty interesting. If I had the guts (cause we know I don't have the balls) to post something like it I would.

Relax, don't do it

ok, so once again, I'm a little slow on posting the hotties from Sat night, but I worked the GnR concert Friday from 6:30 to 3:30AM, then had to work basketball, and went to Walmart Sat night, that's why I taped COPS. And since then, I've had a cold, which is making me obscenely tired, with a runny nose, sore throat, and I believe I have a fever cause I keep fluctuating betwen too hot or really cold.
Brevard County, FL: K-9 Deputy Ben Wheeler, and Deputy Justin Gould
Palm Beach County, FL: Deputy Mark Lanier, Deputy Engel Perez,
Palm Springs, CA: Officer Anthony Pilutik
Palm Springs, CA: Officer Pedro Nanez, whoever the younger officer with the glasses is
Pittsburgh, PA: Officer Mike Reddy, Officer Jerry Kabala
Palm Beach County, FL: Deputy Scott Yoder,
I commend the cops for jumping in the water, hell I'd let him drown, just get on the other side of the lake(?) and get him there. Oh, and I feel sorry for the camera guy, I mean with the cops they kinda had to, but the camera guy could have zoomed in and waited.
"I have no problem paying the $10" "Then why are we out here with this problem?" My question exactly. Sometimes I wonder how the cops can keep their tempers, I know I have a temper, and I don't think I ever could. Hell, I had a hard enough time keeping myself from hitting a guy on Friday, because he was being an ass, finally I left. I was telling the other chick I was working with, that I had to leave, otherwise we'd be calling the cops back up, and I may be going on an assault. I tell ya, some drunk people and their consistent arguing just so gets on my nerves.
I love it how the criminals always think the cops don't see them throwing shit out the window. I didn't throw nothing out the window. You're right, Goddess, it makes them so much more believeable when they say "I swear to God..."
If I had an award for goodnaturedness (that's probably not a word, but y'all know what I mean) it would so go to Officer William Hutchinson, the whole time this guy's saying he's chickenshit and fighting with him, he's nice to him and not letting the guy get on his nerves.
No offense to the officers, or the depts they work for, but I know that (and generally look for extra antennae on) luminas are cop cars, I know my PD has 2 unmarked Luminas. Course I also know that Ford Crown Vics are either unmarked cop cars or old people cars as well.
"So you just give strangers 50 bucks to fill prescriptions" Yeah, I give money to strangers all the time. People are so fucked up.

goes to Deputy Greg Richter.

I decided him because he looked pretty damn fine later in the segment when he took his uni shirt off and had a nice tat peeking out from his T-shirt sleeve. And we all know I melt when I see ink.

When you wanna sing to it

OK, this is hilarious, just don't piss your pants.
ONLY A GUY WOULD DO THIS. Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. Hmmm. Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,... right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!" What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best..... I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one- second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.... I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative. SON-OF-A-.... that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles? I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Still in shock, Tommy

Raising Hell at the 7th Veil

Don't Close Your Blinds!
This makes you really think
The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war ..My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window.
He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?"
"I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied.
"OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush."
Our son giggled and said "OK."
"Now son, I want you to look out the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said.
"OK Dad, I'm pretending."
"Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?"
"Dad?"
" What do you do son?"
"I'd call the police, Dad."
"OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?"
"Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine.
"They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says.
"But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims.
"I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children."
"Daddy...he kills them?"
"Yes, son, he does. What do you do?"
"Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him," our son says.
"Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my husband says.
"But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!"
"WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry.
"OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?"
"What Daddy?"
"He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then... he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?"
"Daddy..."
"WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy."
My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him.
"Why?"
Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm afraid.... I can't do it by myself Daddy..... I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds.... so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening."
I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says...
"Son"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door..."WHAT DO YOU DO?"
My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: " I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!"
I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says. .. " It's too late to fight him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the way. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before its too late." my husband whispers. "THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen son, THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world."
"YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..."
This should be printed in every newspaper and posted in every school in America. Of course that won't happen so we'll use the internet. If your blinds are closed do nothing with this email. If they are open I do not need to tell you what to do.

Dancin' down on Sunset Strip

Well that was the most interesting concert I've ever worked. And I'll NEVER buy a ticket to a Guns n Roses concert. So we had about 6000 people in the house for the show. There were 900 general admission tickets sold, those were on the floor, and I'm pretty sure half the people I had try to come into the main entrance were general admission, which meant I got to send them back outside (I'm guessing it was only about 20 degrees outside, if that much) in their skimpy ass clothing, and no coats to another door. I didn't have that much trouble with people coming in at the beginning except for the general admission people, and I got really sick of them asking if I was kidding. The problems started about 10:30, there were 3 or 4 opening acts, including a stripper show (I know I'm not the only one that was apalled about that), and at about that time people were wondering if Axel was coming on stage, and of course they were drunk (Most or all of them had been drinking since they arrived and we opened doors at 7, given that they can buy 2 beers each time you go to the beer stand). So we had quite a few people that were vehemently pissed. I'm thinking between 10:30 and 12:30 (when he finally came on) 1/4 of the people had left. We had quite a few people argue with us, personally I didn't have too many problems, I did have one guy that wouldn't take no for an answer, but then the cops happened to come by, and that took care of it. People are so big and rebellious until the cops show up. We have a policy (I'm pretty sure most centers do) where you can't leave in the middle and come back, and since a ton of people were pissed and tired, they left, and then when they heard he was coming on, a bunch tried to come back in. Course no one got in. We also had quite a few problems with people leaving through our smoking patio (cause we always have a huge turnout of smokers at concerts), and trying to come back in another door, and of course they were sent back to the smoking patio.
Now, we had one guy that was a problem all night, he had a general admission ticket and we had told him at least 3 times he had to go down there, and I'm pretty sure he left a couple times through the smoking patio and tried to get back in our door. After dealing with him at least 5 different times, we told him, he wasn't coming back in and that he needed to leave. Well at one time we had about 5 people standing inside (we have outer doors, a little place and then inside doors, so there's probably about 10 feet by 50? feet where people can stand but not be all the way inside) complaining to each other that both the door ladies were bitches, I didn't need to hear it, I could tell. And this guy comes back in (all the outside doors are locked but some of the other people let him in), so he (green coat guy) and another pissed guy (bald guy), started going to different doors playing with us. My supervisor was at our door at that time, so while me and the other lady were dealing with BG, he dealt with GCG, and they got to talking in-between the doors and my supervisor asked him to leave and GCG turned around and hit my supervisor, so that guy didn't get to go home, he got to spend the night in a cell (I'm guessing anyway, last I saw the cops were leading him off to another door). That was the only big problem I had. We had heard over the radio calls for officers and paramedics on the floor.
After Axel started at 12:30, he was on until about 3, and I finally made it home about 3:45. Put my long 9 hours in, and I get to go back to work basketball in about an hour. I'm debating about that, because I really don't feel good. I don't know if that's an after effect of the concert or not, I do know my sore throat (from talking and the smoke and stuff in the air), my headach, and my aching legs are after effects.

Weekends are for the warriors

So, Guns n Roses concert is tonight, and I'm ecstatic to work it. Only thing (ok there's probably more, but...) is my boss told me, the last place they played, the show didn't end until 1:50AM, now I'm not quite sure if he meant that's when the actual show ended (and I don't still have the email, so I can't look) or that's when they cleared the house (they got all the patrons out of the building, after that we get to go home), if it was actually when the show got over, that means, we probably won't clear the house until 2:30 or later, so I probably won't get home until after 3. Now that's not too bad, if I could sleep all day (or close to) Sat, unfortunately, I have to go back and work basketball at 12:30 Sat. I almost wish I could just sleep there, but I doubt the old couches in the break room would be very comfortable, and my uniform changes for the basketball game. Hopefully, I'll still have enough (I can function, either on 3 or less or 8 or more hours, nowhere inbetween 3 and 8, my body just gives out) sleep to function. Course, like every other time I'm out late, I won't get right to sleep, cause that's how messed up my mind is. Oh, well, I'm gonna get some (I really need $$$) money for it, plus the four hours of the game, and 4 hrs next Fri, and I believe I work next weekend, and the following Wed. Since I just got paid today, and get paid every two weeks, hopefully my next check will be nice and cushy, and you can bet I'll be depositing a big hunk of it.
On other news. My shower sucks. Apparently it's been leaking, and since I'm on the 3rd floor, it nicely dripped into the second floor ceiling and out the second floor ceiling. My parents are thinking about ripping out the whole bathtub/shower, and putting in a nice shower. Cause this one was a bathtub that was converted into a shower. And I haven't taken a bath since I lived across the street, that was over 2 yrs ago, I love showers, so I don't need a bathtub. But in the mean time, I get to go downstairs and use my parents shower, which isn't bad, once I learned that the water pressure is not very heavy (I like a heavy spray, at least more than theirs) and it's a weird faucet. And I decided not to carry my shampoo and conditioner downstairs and just use theirs. BAD IDEA. I just spent the last five or so minutes brushing out the tangles. NOT FUN. So, I've got a question for all you readers out there, well mostly the chicks with long hair. What's a good shampoo/conditioner, both together or separate for long hair? My hair is mid chest length, it nicely stops at my breasts, the bottom half is dyed, but I'm trying to grow out of the dye, and I'm prone to split ends. Help me out here. I used to use herbal essences for colored hair, but the Walmart here (where I shop for that stuff) stopped carrying it, so I've been using V05 moisture milks, and they seem to be ok, but I have been getting some tangles with that, and I don't really like the conditioner. So, I'm trying to find something that is easy, I don't like to spend a lot of time on my hair, I mainly just brush it and that's it, and makes tangles less likely to happen.
Also, since it's the holiday season, anyone know of some cheap but nice gifts I can give my friends? Especially since I'm really pushed for money this year, I'm thinking of making them stuff, cause if you know me I'm a pretty artsy person, and it's not crappy art. But I'm thinking maybe they're getting sick of that? I don't know.
Ok, enjoy your evenings, depending how tired I am when I get home tonight (tomorrow morning) I may post something about the concert. But don't hold your breath.