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KaLynn over at Kacklin' with KaLynn deemed me worthy of the "A Lovely Blog Award". To say the least, I am honored and thankful. I'm so glad I found her site. It's a most excellent site and her page scheme rocks with all the purple. So, go say hello to KaLynn and all her dogs (ahem, I mean kids). She's talented too. She can paint and tell stories with the best of them. So, what are you waiting for? Go!
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Well, it seems these awards always come with instructions. Luckily, this one did not come with the task of telling you my top ten anything. Whew! However, acceptance of the award requires me to pass it along to some other blog sites that I really enjoy. That I don't mind doing. So here are some sites that I think are "Lovely".
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There you have it. Go check them out!!
Thanks again KaLynn.
It wasn't one of his most romantic moments. Nor did his comment make my heart flutter. But I guess it's better than nothing after 8 years together.
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We were at a local fast food restaurant the other day and, I was analogized as a condiment. Yep, a condiment. More specifically, ketchup.
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You see, according to him, his life is like a hamburger. You got the meat, the cheese, the bun. And it's really good that way. It doesn't need anything else to make it edible. It's pretty damn good the way it is.
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That being said, you can always add things to make it better, like lettuce, tomato, pickle...ketchup.
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I just stared at him. I understood what he was saying. I think he was telling me I make his life better in some liquidy, reddish way. But what the hell!?
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What ever happened to, my life is like a rainbow and you are the pot-o-gold at the end. That sounds way better! Or, my life is like the sea and you are the harbor that beckons me. Some sh*t like that.
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But no, I'm freakin' ketchup. I guess after all these years, it's normal to get comfortable with one another. You start farting in front of each other instead of getting up and going to the bathroom. I mean we're at a point, where we don't even courtesy cough to cover up the sound of the fart.
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As the old saying goes, the days of wine and roses are over. But it comforts me to know we're going to grow old together and share many beautiful moments and memories. You know, all the wonderful things two people share over the years.
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And at the end of the day, what's most important is...I know he loves me and he knows I love him.
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But f**king ketchup. C'mon man!
I love the game of football. So, I write the following with a heavy heart. But it has to be said...
.Is it me, or is Tom Brady, quarterback for the New England Patriots, acting more like Cindy Brady
? From the way he acted in his last game, I think someone needs to replace his football with a Kitty Carry All. ...
During this Sundays game between the Patriots and the Baltimore Ravens, a Ravens defender was going for the tackle on Brady. The defender dives for Brady. Brady then jumps out of the way. The defender ends up on the ground (mind you, neither of them ever actually make bodily contact). From this point on, the game gets really sad. The defender is on the ground at Brady's feet. Brady is jumping up and down pointing at the defender (still on the ground) and screaming at the Referee to call a roughing the passer penalty. If you happened to miss the game, the Ref wussied out and called the penalty. Which, by the way, led to the Patriots scoring on the drive.
It's now being called the "skirt game", for obvious reasons. Up until yesterday, I thought football was a man's game. But after seeing the highlights on ESPN of Brady's tantrum, I'm now convinced that football is a game for men and Tom Brady.
Don't get me wrong, I know Brady missed a whole season after a hard tackle to the knees, but c'mon man, if he's that scared maybe he should consider a career change. I heard there's an opening in the Patriot's cheerleading squad.
Let the Refs do their job. If he calls the penalty, good for Brady. But if Brady has to point out the penalty by screaming and pointing at the Ravens defender on the ground, like a woman standing on a chair pointing at a mouse, then maybe, just maybe, it's not worth callin'.Hey Brady! Take a look at this. This is what a real football player looks like with his shirt off. Go AP!!!
I just received this really fabulous award from a really fabulous girl, Chrissy, over at I Shoulda Been a Stripper. Go visit her, but only if you want to laugh your ass off. Chrissy's a great writer. She shares her life stories with us and tells them in a way that makes you want to hug her and squeeze her and cut her tail off. And your visit wouldn't be complete until you meet her loveable baby girl, Bernie.The requirements for this award are that I have to list my 5 biggest obsessions. Then, I must pass this award on to 5 other worthy bloggers.
Well, here are my 5 biggest obsessions, in random order:
1. Like Chrissy, I must have my Diet Coke in the morning. I love the smell of coffee, but don't like the taste, so to get my caffeine kick, I have to drink my DC.
2. Football in any form. Whether it's watching football, betting on football, fantasy football, ogling all those young, rich, not an ounce of fat on them football players in their tight pants. If this were a wish list, I'd wish I could play football.
3. Reading. I absolutely love to read. I guess my favorite genres would be biographies, true crime and criminal/law thrillers.
4. Trying to keep the people in my life, happy. I'm at my best when I know those around me are happy and healthy.
5. My fiance, Chris. He's adorable.
Now, to forward this award to 5 fabulous people:
Nancy at f8hasit
Phillipia at Writes Phillipia
Ron at Clark Kent's Lunchbox
Daniel at Knucklehead!
Cheryl at Cheryl de los Reyes Cruz (...a work in progress)
Thanks again Chrissy!!
"...yeah Samoa is a pretty place."
"Hey guys, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, Larry was just talking about the new Survivor show. It's in Samoa this year."
"Hey Bernie, do you remember those Samoans that beat up those kids for tagging on their mailbox."
"Yeah, I remember that. I wouldn't mess with a Samoan. Hey Larry, do people get voted off Survivor?"
"Yes, one contestant a week gets voted off of the island."
"I would get voted off."
"No you wouldn't Bernie, because you have skills. You would be the one making the palm tree tents and shit. And since you love to fish so much, you'd be the only one to be able to catch fish and eat."
"Yeah, that's a skill that would be handy. A few contestants get really sick the first couple of days from dehydration and starvation because they don't catch anything to eat?"
"I need to lose a few pounds."
"What happens to those people who get sick?"
"Well, by the third or fourth day, they start giving the contestants rice."
"Oh my God, I had the best fried rice at Panda Express the other day."
"Anyway Theresa, I was saying that Samoa is a pretty place. Crystal clear water near the beaches.
"Hey Bernie, Google Samoa."
"Wow it does look pretty there."
"Ooh, ooh, yeah clear waters. That would be scary though, you could see the sharks eating people."
"Where the hell is Samoa, anyway?"
"Bernie Google where is Samoa."
"Looks like it's down there by Australia."
"I wouldn't want to do a Survivor Australia, there are too many dangerous animals down there. You got all those spiders and snakes."
"No sh*t huh? Those alligators down in Australia are friggin' scary."
"There aren't any alligators in Australia. I think only in Florida."
"Yeah, but what about Crocodile Dundee? He was Australian."
"You're right Theresa, but I still don't think there are alligators in Australia."
"Bernie, Google are there alligators in Australia."
"Nope, no alligators in Australia. Only in America and Mexico."
"But what about Crocodile Dundee? I swear he was from Australia."
"Bernie, Google are there crocodiles in Australia."
"Here ya go. Yes, there are crocodiles in Australia, but not alligators. It says here that you can tell the difference between a crocodile and an alligator because the crocodile's fourth tooth sticks out of it's mouth when it's mouth is shut.
"That reminds me, I have a dentist appointment tomorrow."
"Look here, it says that crocodiles can lay up to 50 eggs in a nest."
"I wonder if you can eat crocodile eggs?"
"Bernie, Google can you eat crocodile eggs."
"Whadda ya know, it says here in a place called Pattaya, they have an annual crocodile egg eating contest."
"Ugh! How can anyone eat crocodile eggs."
"I saw a Fear Factor where they made the contestants eat raw baby chicks still inside the egg."
"No sh*t! That's flippin' gross."
"I saw a show where a guy ate a cow's brain."
"A lot of countries eat as much of an animal as they can. Because of the scarcity of food in their country they eat brains, hooves, tongues...everything."
"I saw on Faces of Death where people were eating monkey brains."
"That reminds me, I have a banana in my desk. I need to take it home before it starts to smell."
"I wonder if brains smell?"
"Hey Bernie, Google do brains sm...
Before I begin, I would like everyone to know that I am the most non-political person you will find. I become completely ambiguous. If you ask me who I voted for I will first ask you who you voted for and tell you I voted for the same person (when in essence I didn't vote at all). If you ask me about the economy I will say, I hope that it's good enough that I have a job tomorrow. If you ask me about the War, I will say, I hope my sons come back from it alive and well. If you ask me if Schwarzenegger is doing a good job as Governor, I will tell you that he's doing a better job than I could. I will never debate you on ANYTHING political. Life is too short.So why am I telling you this? I'm glad you asked. Because today, for the first time, I'm going to cross that line.
In the next couple of days, the President of the United States wants to talk to the kids of America about the importance of staying in school and getting a good education.
Tada...that's it folks. It's that simple.
I think it's really cool that the President wants to do that. I mean, since he does hold the most prestigious and powerful position in this country, maybe it will mean more to the kids than if, let's say, Moe the stinky, toothless, homeless guy said it. Maybe they will say to themselves..."Wow, the President of the United States said I should stay in school, learn as much as I can, be diligent in my work and I can make something of my life. Maybe even one day be President."
So, why am I writing this post?
Because some school administrators, (even though this speech is being sanctioned and approved by the U.S. Department of Education) in their infinite wisdom have decided that since the President is a "political" figure, and they don't want to offend anyone, they are requiring the schools to send home a letter asking for permission for their children to watch this speech. And what's more, for all the students who don't want to participate, lest they learn something, the school has to provide for them..."alternative activities." And worse yet, some school districts are banning the speech all together. They're not even giving those parents a choice.
C'mon people. I remember being excited when my teachers would wheel in the big heavy metal cart with the monolithic television atop it. I remember being inspired by watching a live feed of the "I Have a Dream" speech, and I remember the sense of history in watching a few Inaugural Addresses.
You know, there's a lot to be said about separation of Church and State (Education being one part of State). But enough is enough, The President has to get permission to talk to our children in school? Johnny can't participate in the Christmas gift exchange because of religious reasons? Should there be prayer in schools? Should Tommy be forced into saying the Pledge of Allegiance every morning. Stop!
These things were never questioned before. Not when I went to school. No way, no how. Look, it's simple, school should be school. Not some political, religious stomping ground for those uber righteous chuckleheads who want to make a point. Forget about it.
They're children for goodness sake. Leave them alone. Isn't there enough stress in our adult lives? Do we have to stress out our kids? Let our children concentrate on THREE things (and only three things) in school...
1. Growing up
2. Making friends
and maybe even perhaps...
3. Learning
It's called a police scanner radio. A police scanner radio is a communication system used by law enforcement agencies. They allow each officer to get direction to the locations of emergency incidents from a centralized control room called dispatch. They also are able to scan multiple agency channels such as Animal Control, Fire and Code Enforcement.My job requires me to carry one of these. Now, on most days it's pretty standard stuff that comes over the radio. Static,then the radio comes alive...
Dispatch: "Officer respond to location for a 415" which means a fight is occurring.
Dispatch: "19-Code Enforcement needed to respond to location for an AOD" which means our department is needed to Assist Other Department (usually the Sheriff's Department).
Once or twice a week, something exciting comes over the radio. Such as...
Dispatch: "All officers respond to location for a 211 in progress" which means that a robbery is occurring.
When this comes over the radio you hear a lot of action. First, you hear all the different units responding over the radio to the location.
Officer #1: "19 Paul 20 responding to the 211."
Officer #2: "19 Paul 22 responding to the 211" and so on.
If the suspect runs, then it gets really interesting.
Dispatch: "Suspect last seen wearing a white shirt, black hat, blue jeans and running towards Main Street. Suspect is armed with a knife and is to be considered dangerous."
Officer #1: "I see him, he is running towards the apartments on 1st Ave, that's number 1 Avenue. He has a bag in his hand and he is running through the vacant lot on 1st and Peach."
Officer #2: "I'm right around the corner, I'll be there in a second."
Officer #3: "I'm right down the street, I'll come around the south side of the vacant lot and try to cut him off."
Officer #1: Out of breath, "I'm out of the vehicle. I'm on foot in pursuit of the suspect."
Then the radio chatter goes silent. You sit in suspense of what is happening. Then the radio comes alive again:
Officer #1: "I got him! I got him! Suspect in custody."
But every once in awhile you hear what you never want to hear. Never want to ever imagine. Never want to happen to any one you love or know. I heard the following last Friday:
Dispatch: "Officers needed to respond to location for a TC (traffic collision). Semi-truck versus passenger vehicle. Semi-truck driver, adult male, okay and is talking to 911. Appears to be at least three adults and one minor of passenger vehicle. Caller said he checked on passenger vehicle and there are major injuries. At least one adult male unconscious and not breathing. One adult male and minor have been thrown from the vehicle."
I cannot describe the feeling that goes through you when you hear these calls. I can tell you that the world kind of stops. You don't hear anything and can't think. This sick feeling churns in your stomach and rises up in your throat.
You want to go to the scene of the accident. You want to see the carnage. It's the animalistic instinct rising up inside you. That instinct that no one wants to admit exists in them, but it does. But then your mind kicks in, your sanity. You don't want to see the possibilities. You don't want to look in the face of death. So you sit there, wherever you are, numb.
You look around and see all the people walking on the sidewalks, laughing. All the people driving in their cars, unknowing. All of them going about their day, as normal.
But why should they feel anything? They don't have a radio. They didn't hear what I heard. They don't know this tragedy has occurred. But I know different. I know that somebody's life is changed forever.
Then you wait. You wait to hear what comes over the radio. Will it be bad news or devastating news. It's never good news. It's too late for that.
You've already heard enough of the beginning.