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I love Halloween. It is one of my favorite times of the year. Part of it is the fact that it finally starts cooling down a bit, but it is an extremely fun time and I have quite a few fond memories of Halloween, more so as a teenager and an adult than I did as a child.

There is also the fact that at Halloween all of the nice looking ladies can walk around in public in their sexy lingerie and get away with it, but maybe I am just a pig.

Technorati : Halloween, Lingerie

I got home around Four this afternoon. It was so hot outside and in that damn car again that I though I was going to pass out or something. I had to drive from Carrollton, which about fifteen miles south of here and with no air it was pretty darn hot. I went ahead and straightened up the living room a bit and vacuumed downstairs as I knew once I sat down I was done for. Apparently more than I though. I lay down for a couple of minutes and they were just able to wake me up a few minutes ago although apparently they had been trying for awhile.

I walked outside and off in the distance it is thundering and lightning pretty heavily. The temperature has dropped at least 25 degrees outside. It’s amazing how much change the wind can blow in just a short time.

Unfortunately I have to go back to work in a bit less than an hour. I was hoping to be completely finished at the store I was at today but with the meeting being at One I had to run to another store to put out some fires.

Damn, just got off the phone with one of my managers and my third shift cook is trying to call in on me for tonight. That’s gonna cut things short for me online tonight. If I don’t end up working the shift I may be back on later.

I almost literally had to drag myself out of bed this morning. I am sore and tired. It’s been another long week and I’m glad that today is my last day. This is my seventh day this week and I am off tomorrow. Unfortunately my boss starts vacation today or I would be taking Saturday off as well.

I may be able to get out a bit early if I can get staffed though. Our normal weekly meeting is changing venues. Since it’s just myself and the other two district managers and the HR manager we’ve decided to have it at a local bar in Carrollton at 1 PM this afternoon. It should prove to be a bit livelier than the normal weekly meetings.

Received this via e-mail last night.

Technorati : Michael Vick

As I thought, it was around nine when I got home tonight. The meeting lasted most of the evening but we actually got finished earlier than we did last week. I had planned on coming home and writing a bit, but I think I will skip that tonight. I will probably schedule some news posts tomorrow when I wake up and may write a bit if I can awaken myself on time.

This Weeks Post Was Suggested By Kasee

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SSgt. John T. Self
29 years old from Pontotoc, Mississippi
314th Security Forces Squadron
May 14, 2007

A kindhearted patriot. That’s how SSgt. John Self was described by those who knew him. “John was a good boy, a good boy who loved his country and who loved Christ and for that he’ll move on to a better place,” said Laron Self, Sgt. Self’s grandfather, fighting back tears.
SSgt. Self was killed, and three other airmen wounded, when an IED hit the Humvee they were traveling in while on his 79th patrol in Baghdad, Iraq. “John volunteered for this deployment while he was deployed to (Southwest Asia),” said Chief Master Sgt. Keith Morris, 314th SFS security forces manager. “We discussed this deployment via e-mail. He said he made his decision to deploy again to gain experience.”
“He could always find the humor in anything regardless of the situation,” said Senior Airman Daniel Hunsperger, a member of Self’s fire team. “He believed in everything he did. This was obvious to us after learning he had only spent two weeks home between his last deployment and volunteering for this one.”
On May 23, SSgt. Self was laid to rest with a crowd of hundreds to pay their respects. People lined both sides of the highway for more than 5 miles waving flags as the hundred-car procession traveled to the burial. Shouts of, “We love you John,” and “Thank you, John, could be heard as the train of cars passed by. “That’s a hero,” Susan Chambers, one of the many mourners, said to her son as she pointed at Self’s casket.