So I went outside to cut the grass earlier today. I did manage to get the back yard cut but that was about it.
Occasionally I will get busy doing other stuff and forget to eat. duh. When I don’t eat I can really tell. I start getting shaky and while I was cutting the grass I though I was going to pass out. Man, I can be a dumbass at times. I have my blood sugar checked twice a year when my cholesterol check is done and it’s always been fine but I do have diabetes in my family so it worries me.
Now that I’ve had a small bite to eat and a cool shower I feel much better but I think it’s nap time for bonzo…
Lt. Col. Nathan Blood
Lt. Col. Nathan Blood, brigade effects coordinator for 4th Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division (Light), Multi-National Division – Baghdad, says “Hello” to his 16-month-old daughter, Mackenzie, during a web camera communication.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
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Today started out the same way the last couple of days have. Force myself out of bed, drink coffee and drag my sorry ass into work. I have not been the least bit interested in going to work and have pretty much felt like crap as I mentioned the other day. My ear still hurts and is slightly swollen around it. I’m assuming it’s infected. Nothing nasty coming out yet, which is a good thing.
Most of my employees know not to mess with me first thing in the morning and the one’s that don’t learn fast. It’s not that I am an ass or anything but even with getting up at 4:30 AM I am still groggy as hell two hours later. The older I get the longer it seems to take to get my day started properly. Should I sleep late and not be able to get my wake-up shower, I’m fucked for the entire day.
So I get to work and get my days started. First thing the tell me I’ve got a drifter that’s been in the store since 4PM the day before and I would probably need to run him out. The police had been up the afternoon before and I guess the Bremen PD has some sort of a budget that they can put drifters up in a hotel overnight if they don’t have any money. This guy had some so they just left his ass sitting there.
Fast forward 17 hours. I waited until about 8AM and asked the dude if he had someone he could call for a ride. He said he was waiting out the rain. Being as how he had been there 17 hours and not left I told him as soon as it let up a bit (it was pouring) he was going to have to leave. He started out with “I’m a paying customer…” which is when I interrupted him.
Just because you have paid for a cup of coffee or even a meal it doesn’t entitle you to sit on my property, my private property, for seventeen fucking hours, which I let him know. I also told him that if it was an issue I could just let the police handle it as I was sure they would offer him a ride somewhere and I left it at that and went back to cooking.
A couple of minutes later and I hear this fool running his fucking mouth and all of my employees and customer’s looking at him like he had lost his mind. He’s down on the far end of the restaurant being loud talking about it being public property and him being entitled, suing me, suing the police department, etc…blah blah blah. I stopped what I was doing and went on down and explained that if he couldn’t be quiet he would be immediately leaving, rain or no rain. So then the stupid fucker says “why don’t we go on out in the parking lot and see about it”.
YOU FUCKING RETARD. He just doesn’t know how much I would love to take him up on that but my company has a policy that ANYONE involved in a fight is terminated, no questions asked. Now if he came across the counter into the employee area I am reasonably sure I could beat him down without worry but you never know, so I told him “no thanks” and let him know that if he couldn’t keep his mouth shut I would have the law remove him immediately.
The day pretty much went downhill from there and while there was no further excitement it just dragged on and on. I have to work in my Temple store tomorrow and then I actually get a day off before the holiday weekend. I don’t have to cook tomorrow which means I can get some paperwork and whatnot finished.
There once was a man with a weird fetish. He liked to window shop for Colanders. In itself this seems a bit harmless until you add in the fact that he had to put them on his head and try them out for size…
…and then he joined the collective…
Photo Despicably stolen from Colander Borg-Man
All was well until the rest of his family was assimilated…
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…I was sitting here minding my own business wondering about what murdering bastard to write about when in walks another member of the collective….
I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather the last few days. Today has been the worst. My throat is starting to feel swollen, my ears fucking hurt, I’m dizzy and my balance is off. I think I may have an ear infection. Hell, it’s even red on the outside. I darn sure hate being sick. Other than a few sniffles here and there I don’t think I’ve been sick all year. Maybe once.
Unfortunately I don’t have a day off until Thursday so unless it gets really bad the doctor is just going to have to wait until then, Hopefully I will sleep a little better tonight than last night. Every time I would shift and roll onto my ear it would start hurting again, the bastard.
There is nothing online yet that I can link to but I just received an Amber Alert bulletin for Covington, Georgia (east of me) for a Hispanic nale about 5’7″ driving a 2003 White Ford F250 with tag #ASI6615. There are two children, a boy 3 and a girl of 6. If you have any information call 770-784-2100
I am getting ready to leave for work so if any more information is released or the alert canceled, leave it in the comments for me.
Updated 10/14/08 – Casey Anthony has been indicted by a grand jury on seven counts including 1st Degree Murder and is in police custody. More info here.
I received an email earlier from someone asking about the Orange County Florida criminal database and after looking at the thing it seems as though we were mistaken and what we were looking at had no bearing on anything going on right now. Confused yet? Doesn’t matter.
Anyway, one of the sites run by that psychic Gale was brought up and I mentioned that I had been there as well as some of the other sites run by her cohorts. I was not particularly impressed.
I believe in psychics. I also believe in ghosts and magic and all sorts of weird shit. What I don’t believe are the 90% of people that say that they have seen it or experienced it, particularly if they have to send out a fucking press release to let the whole world know. Bigfoot anyone?
Personally I think that if that Gale was for real she would have just driven down and checked out the place for vibes or whatever it is she does and then quietly called the Anthonys to let them know what she thought. It’s not as if they aren’t taking calls from the rest of the crackpots around the state of Florida. Their home number is posted on the Find Caylee web site fer christ’s sake! Why issue press releases about what you are going to be doing and how? Does that serve some purpose in psychic land? Do the vibes get stronger when the greater part of the population of the United States read on CNN that you were going to ‘blind drive’ around the area to find Caylee? There’s a reason that psychic and psychosis look so much alike. Hell, for all I know they tuned in with the psychic psilocybin and pslythered around like psloths in the pslippery mud…
I do so want to believe in it, just not their brand of bullshit…
Everyone is right sooner or later. My personal opinion is that Caylee Anthony is dead (for those of you that have no fucking clue as to what I am talking about, there ya’ go) and that she either died in the hot car driven by her mother or accidently drowned in the pool, her mother freaked the hell out, didn’t know what to do and passed the buck onto a make-believe babysitter. If I’m right does that make me a psychic? If so just send your donations through paypal. The fucking link’s around here somewhere.
Pvt. Nathan Z. Thacker
18 years old from Greenbrier, Arkansas
2nd Battalion, 22nd Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade Combat Team, 10th Mountain Division
October 12, 2007
Pvt. Nathan Z. Thacker had only been in the country for two weeks before his death, according to the soldier’s father, Stephen Thacker.
Thacker’s father said his son felt a duty to enlist. “He said it was his job. Even after he got his orders that he was going over there, he said it’s his job.”
Thacker had attended Guy-Perkins High School in Guy, Arkansas. He earned his GED in 2006, his father said. Thacker enlisted in the Army in April 2007 and completed his training at Fort Benning, Ga. He arrived at Fort Drum in August 2007. His honors include the Purple Heart.
“Nathan was an excellent man,” sister Sabrina Black said. “He loved me, I loved him, and I’d give anything to have him back.”
Pvt. Thacker was killed when an IED was detonated near his vehicle near Kirkuk. Three other soldiers were injured in the attack.
Pvt. Thacker is survived by his parents, siblings and his grandfather.
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information about Wednesday Hero, or if you would like to post it on your site, you can go here.
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We had the chance to sit down for a lengthy one on one with America’s Toughest Sheriff this week, here ya go!
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