Hard Knock Life...

After a long two weeks spent in the warm and humid climate of Georgia, I can finally say mission complete! Pictured here, are a few technicians in whats called a "Level A" suit for a Hazardous Material emergency incident. The job of a HazMat Technician is to (offensively) mitigate the chemical exposure to prevent further leak/exposure. Never an easy task. Unlike most firefighting operations when you go in full speed, balls to the wall get the job done quick and go home, these kind of emergencies are played out like a chess game. Between researching the product, finding compatable Chemical Protective Clothing (CPC), containters to store "methyl-ethyl bad stuff" in and then contacting every Tom, Dick, and Harry that has anything to do with this chemical can take hours, even days. Believe it or not, I'm not trying to get into the specifics, but with HazMat situations, there are so many unknowns. Anyhow, I just spent 2 weeks learning what all the MANY tasks this job involves and it wasn't easy. After multiple days of lecture, 2 days of in-suit/hands on, and two 50 point tests later, I am now certified in accordance with NFPA 472. What does this all mean?? More money to be possibly made, and hopefully more job offers! It's all about that dollar, right!

Long story short, the class was great and I learned a ton of stuff I hopefully will never have to use.

Phoenix Mishap

As most of us know, two Phoenix local news choppers were out covering a high-speed chase and flew into each other and crashed...resulting in 4 fatalities. Thousands of people take risks everyday for our jobs understanding what the outcome may unfortunately be...death. Law enforcement, pilots, firefighters, high-rise building workers, the list goes on. Speaking on my behalf, being a firefighter I've accepted the risks and understand that maybe one day, I too could become another statistic. Now, as sad as it was to the family and friends of the 4 guys that were killed in the helicopter crash, I sympathize. But I was really disturbed when I heard a couple things about this story. First off, as the accident happened, and was being covered by yet, another helicopter, I was listening to the one gentleman on TV. His statement (not exact words) was as follows: "These guys were great hero's and hopefully now people will understand the risks and hazards these guys take everyday" blah, blah, blah. Now, personally I'm not sure flying a news helicopter would be a "heroic" job...unless in the rare occasion they were using their helicopter for some sort of rescue. That's issue number one I have. The second issue I have is about the gentleman that was involved in the high-speed chase and what he's getting charged with. Rarely (0.001% chance) would I side with the criminal, but in this case they're going to try to charge him for those 4 men that died. That criminal never asked for the media to cover him by air, let alone at all. As bad as I feel for the members of the crash, I can't see charging the criminal with 4 counts of negligent homicide. Absolutely unacceptable. If anything, those helicopters were in the wrong place at the wrong time, obviously not paying attention to one another, and lack of communication. Ultimately putting danger to the lives of the people below them. Often I worry about that when I'm on scene at a fire or a bad vehicle accident. Aside from having to call in air transport, it bothers me to see a helicopter hovering about where I am...for that exact reason. So in that scenario, would you put the homeowner on trial because his house was on fire, and the local news decided to cover it? I mean, where do we draw the line? Would an old lady be charged negligent homicide because she ran a stop sign, slamming into a car resulting a catastrophic accident? No life threatening injuries on the ground until 2 wandering helicopters touch rotor blades, and fall uncontrollably to the ground possibly killing innocent bystanders or emergency crews that were near or at the scene of the vehicle accident? I know our judicial system is totally screwed up and all, but where is this country really going? Things are getting way out of hand. I'll end this with one FOR SURE no brainer. Those 2 sicko bastards in Connecticut that raped and killed that doctors family...immediate death penalty if you ask me. It's a good thing I'm not a judge! =)

Mile high club?

We never even came close to being a mile! Several feet of air is what separated us from the top of the tree's. The other day, I got the chance of a lifetime to go up in one of the Army's Blackhawks and fly on one of their missions. Considering this was my first time in a helicopter, it was definately a flight to remember. Kudos to the pilots as they were fighting the gusty winds that day as we flew over the scenic Wisconsin farm lands. Fighting the winds myself, you can see the doors were wide open and I was in the "hot seat." It was great being able to look down and see the land go by at break neck speeds; then to only see it disappear as we banked hard to the right and all I could see was a blue cloudy sky. Then another hard bank to the left, and all I can see are trees and grasslands upclose and personal. After getting my stomach out of my ankles, we leveled off and cruised for a while. Overall, the flight was a blast and it was great to see parts of Wisconsin that many locals probably haven't. If ever given the chance, I would highly recommend. Thanks again to the flight crew for allowing us to go up! Definately a new perspective of the other branches and what they do.

Jigga What??

Product is supported by Jay-Z, right? Wrong.

I was watching ESPN2, the 2006 World Championship of Poker, when it was interrupted by Verlander's no-hitter during the 8th inning. Congrats to him by the way... Anyhow, during a commercial break, I see this commercial for the pictured product. Thinking this was a bogus commercial for something funny, turns out this is an actual product. So, I went on-line to check it out. Apparently, this product has been around since 1958, but it's the first time I've heard of it. I couldn't believe of the ever-so-close simularity of the racial slur. As a matter of fact, half paying attention to the commercial, I thought they did say that racial slur. After reading the history on Jig-A-Loo, turns out they explain the name. See for yourself. Anyhow, good luck Canada...cause once Al Sharpton see's this product, get ready to pucker up for some bullshit! LOL

Death by Ben??

I've heard of some crazy, odd, and bizarre ways to die, but this has to top the charts. I just happened to come across an interesting article while browsing around. Apparently, a 17 year old girl overdosed on methyl salicylate, an anti-inflammatory found in sports creams. Move over ephedrine...you too anabolic steriods; the new precautionary drug to watch for is Bengay! It's insane to think that a supposedly harmless (or should I say helpful?) medicine could potentially poison someone to death.
So I guess next time your old bag of bones get sore and weak, be sure to use this lethal stuff cautiously. Perhaps a soak in the bath would be better? Poor girl...

Bloody English!

I understand standing up for what you believe in...I understand showing your support for what you believe in...but has it gone too far? Lately, the bandwagon to jump on, is to protest the war like to hippies did back in the 60's. I don't quite understand that, cause these men and women fight for our freedom. I don't understand that one guy who chains and locks himself to a tree, just so it doesn't get cut down. And for the basis of this post, I really don't understand protesting England's royal family for supposedly mistreating animals. Apparently, Prince Philip beat a fox to death during a fox hunt. Now, maybe I'm real heartless, but who cares if he did that. It's a hunt! Well, some nasty S.O.B. decided in his protest, he would cook up a Corgi, (which is also the Queen's favorite dog) and eat this cooked dog, on the streets of London. Now, look at this dog in the picture. This is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and it doesn't look like there is much meat on this thing. Granted, he seasoned the meat with some good stuff...but what a whack-job! It's a dog! A nasty little chipmunk chaser! But, I guess if it got his point across, then he succeeded. Although, I'm not sure why you would eat an animal that looks so close to a fox...maybe that's why he decided on the Corgi. I guess people go through any medium to be heard. But, I'm sure he could've done something a little more tasteful (no pun intended!)...like a blog maybe??

The latest craze...

Well, I'd say for about 2 months now, I've been playing disc golf and I think I'm hooked. Late last summer(I think), my brother and I played it, and I was already looking forward to the next time we went out and played. It wasn't until a few months ago when I bought my own disc's and I'm glad I did. This has to be one of the greatest sports, granted you don't run into some arrogant people that have been playing it for a while. But, it doesn't matter how bad you mess up a throw, at the end you can still laugh it off. The exercise you get from it is awesome cause usually you walk, I'd say on average of about 2 miles. Which is pretty damn good cause usually it's through the woods/trails and you're going up hills, down hills, and so on. Another nice thing I've learned is it can easily be a family sport. Kids can throw it and have a good time, and everyone gets out of the house to indulge in some outdoor activities. I've played quite a bit in the past two months, and I'd definately have to say I love it. The one time, we went to a course in Wexford, PA and there was a tournament going on when we got there. We were able to play through since it was ending, however on one hole, (they were skipping around a little) they cut in front of us and played through. Watching them throw was unreal. What seemed effortless to these guys, they were sending these disc's to the next zip code! I learned a little just from watching them and their techniques. Also, I never really imagined the different ways to throw these damn things. There's the traditional throw, a side arm throw, a discus type of throw, and I'm sure there are more. Anyhow, to make a long story short, check this sport out. It doesn't matter how good/bad you are at it; it's good fun to be had by all that play it. Unless you just don't like doing any physical activity at all, I assure you it's worth a shot. And believe it or not, there is a sanctioned organization for it:

http://www.pdga.com/

Check it out!

From high to low...

This past weekend, I had reserve duty and I usually go to the base first to get issued a hotel room. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong. This weekend, they were expecting 3 other "outside" groups and things were getting packed. So my usual stay at the Holiday Inn wasn't going to happen, as it was full. The lady tells me I'll be staying at the Raddison...which is usually a real nice hotel. But here was the problem...it was almost halfway back from home! So, basically I just waisted my time and money driving all the way to the base and then given a room at a hotel over a third of the way back home. Well, I of course wasn't too happy about the whole thing and cursed the whole way to the hotel. I checked in, and found out every room had the "Sleep Number" bed in it. At that point, I was ok with having to come all the way back to the Raddison. Then I walk in the room...JACKPOT BABY! There was a jacuzzi in there, with the king size Sleep Number bed. I was in heaven! So, at that point I was definately ok making the extra long haul. The HIGH.

Now, let's fast forward a day to Sunday. After driving all day (9 hours to be exact) to Atlantic City, I was ready for a nice evening of sleep. I checked in at the Holiday Inn on the Boardwalk, and went to my room. Well, I walked in the room and about puked. There was a smell of humid funk in the room, and it just felt dirty. I was willing to accept the funk and rough it out as I was only there for 5 days. Well, I get ready for bed, pull back the sheets and inspected the bed. Now, I'll disclose some secret information my wife has taught me. She made the mistake on telling me to look at the bottom of the bed to make sure no one has put crap at the bottom of the bed. When I say crap, I mean crap-shit-poop, whatever you want to call it. So, with this now deadlocked in my head (till the day I day unfortunately) I look. No poop. I start with my forward motion just about to lay down while something else catches my eye. I stop dead in my tracks and look closely. It's broken glass! And it's all over the bed-under the sheets. I call the front desk, and get my room changed. Now, I'm on room #2 and it too is humid and has a very slight funky smell. No where near as bad as the previous one. I tough it out for the night. The next day, I realize there is mold on the ceiling over in the corner, and there is pieces falling on the nightstand next to the bed...and the wireless internet doesn't work in that room. So, I call again and get my room changed. Now, I'm on room #3. So far, so good. (knock on wood) The LOW.

The bad thing is, it's not like I'm even that picky or prissy about room quality. Just as long as I can live in it. So for future referense (or future warnings), don't stay at the Holiday Inn at the Boardwalk. It's nasty as all hell! I would feel cleaner if I rolled around in an oil spot at a truck rest stop. Somebody do something about this place!!!!

You got owned!!

Yes, I did get owned...in racquetball. Yesterday, is the first time I played in about +4 years, and I got my ass handed to me. And I have to credit my brother, Griffin, with those wins. We must have played about 8-10 games. I was starting to feel exhausted after about the 4th game, and we took a break. After the break, I started to finally get more than 3 points. Yea, I know...3 lousy points. I was looking for ways to gain strategy with my brother as he was out playing me. I finally found it with my serve. I found my serve that I used to be so good in, and I took full advantage of it. At about game 7-ish, I finally managed to get about 8 points, then 10 points. And I swore that I wasn't leaving until I beat my brother. And then the odds looked slim as there was 2 guys waiting to get in the court. It was our last game...my last shot in redemption. I had a 2 point lead. Then to 3...then to 4. Finally, it was game point...14-10. I hear my brother chant, "No pressure, don't choke" echo throughout the racquetball court. I serve it, and waited...and waited...NO RETURN! Match point! I finally WIN!!!! There is much credit to my brother as he seriously whooped me in the previous games, but at least I finally managed to squeeze a victory out my ass! Hey bro, thanks again for the bruise you gave me in the middle of my back...jerky! I'll take that as a badge of honor!

WANTED: New Morning Radio Personality

John Donald Imus Jr., a wanna-be shock jock that really got himself in a political mess. And what does he decide to do to get himself out and apologize for his alleged racial slur??? The one and only, Rev. Al Sharpton. Now, why in the world would you apologize for your racial comment to one of the most racist people around? Sharpton hates white people and it's clear as day! Poor Imus humiliated himself by going onto that show and Sharpton "nailed him on the cross." Apology after apology, making statements like, "I bet I've slept with more black kids in my house than you have!" to a man who called in to Sharpton's radio show, Imus kept digging his own grave. But lets look at the actual statement made.

"Nappy headed hos." is what he said about the Rutgers women's basketball team. Is that really a racial statement? I mean, anyone can be nappy haired, right? You wake up late for work, and roll out of bed and get dressed to go to work. Normally you don't care about your hair if you're late. So, just as common, a co-worker could say your hair is nappy. You don't wash your hair for a day or two; it could get nappy. White, black, brown, what ever your color of skin...anyone could have nappy hair. Even if it is considered a racist comment...it certainly could've been worse. I personally, don't like Imus, and could care less what happens to him. As the same for Sharpton. Here is one funny thing about the whole Imus ordeal. During the Sharpton/Imus show, another caller on the phone was talking with Imus, and he made a reference. The reference was "You people." Immediately, Sharpton and his staff went crazy. "What do you mean, You people?" I couldn't stop laughing cause after that point, you can't win. It was one thing while Imus was on his radio show and makes an alleged racial statement, and then you go into the lion's den and say You People!! Hilarious!

Finally, this is going to be one of those stories that will continue for like 4 months. The fact of the matter is he apologized...be done with it and move on. Not Rev. Al Sharpton. Between Michael Richards, and now Imus, Sharpton is on a roll. Note to self...if you're a celebity, and you say something racist or politically incorrect, DON'T GO TO SHARPTON (or Jesse Jackson for that matter)! They're a pure example of a racist! Talk to Bill Cosby or go on Soul Train or something. I really find it funny that the black community (or any community for that matter) can see this as a racial statement. Now, if Imus called the basketball team a bunch of blueberry pickers, darkies, tar babies, heebs, rag heads, micks or crackers ...that might be racist. Nappy headed hos; sorry, doesn't meet my standards for racism.

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Another one down, who know's how many to go.

So its Sunday, April 1st, April Fool's Day. I'm on my way back home after spending the day helping a buddy out, and I get a phone call. It's my father-in-law. He says to me, "Hey, your wife hit a deer on such & such street. I ask if everyone is ok, and he says her arm is bleeding. My mind is racing and wondering what I'm going to do still being 15-20 miles away from home. So of course I ask how bad is it. He states that it's pretty bad.

Now, I'm thinking, how the hell does she hit a deer on this road, and its this bad. And how the hell does she cut only her arm...was she trying to give the deer a high five? I sit there in silence, thinking, (occasionally a few swear words roll off the tongue). Finally, I ask "Are you B.S.'ing me? Is this an April Fools Joke?" Then I hear a loud audience of laughter in the background and I started to steam. After a few minutes of profanity, and name calling to my father in law, I couldn't believe he would do that. Talk about tempting some fate, eh? I told him to expect what he did, back...and twice as bad. So I finally get back home and go out to my father in laws house and share a few laughters with him, and just pretend to be suspicious after a few minutes. Right before I was about to leave, he kept asking me what I did. I just laughed and said nothing. I could tell it was starting to bother him as I really didn't do anything, but played it off like I did. And then came the sample of what he'll be getting. His youngest daughter was upstairs getting ready to go out, and her boyfriend was in the room with her just hanging out waiting until she got done. After I went up there to say a quick hello, I came back downstairs and waited for about 5 minutes. I then started "feeding" my wife a fabricated story (which she even thought was true). I also made sure I was telling the story loud enough for my father in law to hear. So I begin saying to my wife, "Wow, I can't believe your sister is allowed to have boys in her room yet." I knew this would set her off on a tangent, and she was hooked for my story. I continued on saying that as soon as I walked in her room, she was just putting on her jeans. I said to my wife, "Geesh, I can't believe your sister would change her pants like that in front of her boyfriend?" Of course my wife started flipping out, and then my father in law over heard everything. So, now I got them both started up, saying "She better not be doing that shit!" The more they were getting pissed, the funnier it got. He starting walking toward the staircase and right behind him was my wife. As soon as his foot hit the stair, I yelled, "Gotcha suckers!!!" He froze in his steps, and I could see his face getting red. He looks back at me and says, "You son of a bitch!" I broke out in laughter, and told him, "See, doesn't feel so good, does it!" Justification at it's best.

Unfortunately for my father in law, I'm not done yet. As was once quoted, "I have not yet begun to fight!" Hopefully, he'll get the message not to mess with the best...I always get the upper hand, damn it!!!

The Joys of Awkwardness

Every guy has had it done, and will continue to do it until he dies. So long as he has a job, yearly (or routine) health physicals must be conducted. And I know every man HAS to dread it. Not only do you have to sit there for 30 minutes filling out paper work, then sit around and wait for another 15-20 minutes, then get your blood drawn, ekg, and so on. Of course the moment every straight man can't stand is when the doctor checks for a hernia. "Ok, I need you to drop your pants, and turn your head and cough" echo's in our pain-staking mind as he violates you. And I don't care if you're Mr. Long-Dong Won, your respective "piece" sucks up back inside you like an innie belly button...cause if it doesn't, then you must be swinging the bat in the other direction if you know what I mean. Anyhow, it just really sucks. Even though it's only for medical reasons, there's nothing in the world that makes a man feel so uncomfortable when another man has to examine your "junk." But, fortunately (unless you have a problem) he's never long down there. Now, if you're lucky like one of my good friends, he managed to have a female doctor do the deeds. Apparently, the female doctor had another female intern (supposedly both Dr. and intern were lookin fairly good) in the room observing the proper procedures. Which in his case, he popped some semi-wood to "impress" the ladies...not on purpose of course; so he says. Ahhh, the joys of getting old! Isn' there a better way???

Thanks for nothing Hallmark...

So my wife asks me the other day when Easter is. My reply to her not only got me an evil eye, but a smart-ass response. So, I began going on a tangent asking her if she even knew what the reasoning behind Easter is. Dead silence. I laughed and said, "See, I guarantee over half of America couldn't even answer that." It's unfortunate that today's consumerism has corrupted every damn holiday. Let me explain...

1)New Years-Party hats, favors, Leis, beads, horns, etc.
2)Valentine's-Fruity Cards, Teddy Bears, Lingerie, flowers, etc.
3)St. Patricks-Anything green, alcohol, shamrocks (and all of a sudden, everyone's Irish)
4)Easter-Chocolate rabbits, eggs, gifts, etc.
5)Independence Day-Fireworks, (even though everyone all of a sudden becomes patriotic [which is good] but only lasts for a day) Flags
6)Halloween-costumes, candy, candy, and more candy, retarded ass decorations you wonder later why the hell you bought, etc
7)Thanksgiving-Probably the only legitimate holiday since it's not usually blown out of proportion (i.e. little decorations, no gifts)
8)Christmas-Do I even need to explain?

So you get the point, right? It seems like there is some sort of "theme" to every holiday...why is that? Who do we blame? Hallmark? Wal-Mart? The flower shops? It seems the basic principles of the given holiday has been lost. Here's my take on the conspiracy...

Unjustified:
-New Years, and St. Patrick's are 2 days that make it acceptable to get shit-faced drunk and party.
-Valentine's and Halloween are 2 bullshit "filler" holidays to make profit.
-Easter and Christmas are probably the worst holidays mainly because the focus has been completely taken away from the reasoning of the holiday in the first place. Chistmas (as far as I know) is suppose to be a day celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. Yet, it somehow was lost into a worship of a chubby bastard in a red spandex suit who flies over our roof tops and delivers presents...only after eating cookies and washing them down with milk. And Easter, suppose to be the celebration of Jesus' death, and the resurrection. Again, its misdirected worship turns to a bunny suit wearing cheese dick that little kids get their picture taken with, and these little crumb snatchers get fueled up and stoned on chocolate and anything else that's laced with sugar.
Justified:
Independence seems genuine enough that it's acceptable. American's celebrating our many generations of freedom and paying respect to the flag. I just wish it happened everyday, not once a year. And who can turn down a true celebration without some big bang!
Thanksgiving is probably the one (and only) true holiday left. Getting together with your family, and sharing a great feast. No gimmicks included. Just family, friends, and food...topped off with some football.

Ok, now that I've given my examples, I want to be sure to disclose that I'm not some hate-filled anti-holiday scrooge. I have two kids, and I see the other side of all the holidays. You have to make it entertaining for them aswell. But when is it enough? When is it TOO much? Also, I'll advise that I'm no where near a religous person...not to say I don't believe in God either. But commercialism has raped today's society. I wish things were simple, like they once were, that's all.

Penny sucking leeches!

You may, or may not know this already, but this is something easily looked over. The other night, I thought it would be nice if my daughter and I would go out for a bite to eat at McDonald's. The main reason I decided to go there, was because of the Shamrock Shakes they usually have at this time of year...which they surprisingly didn't have them only being a week after St. Patricks Day. Anyhow, we had a nice, quiet dinner and my wife calls up and asked if they had chicken noodle soup. My son was sick, and since I was already there to get it nice and warmed, she asked me to grab some. No big deal, right? Well, I walk to the counter and ask if they had any, which they did. She goes and gets it, and rings it up...$2.08. And that was for a small. I get back home and drop it off to my wife, and just as I pass it to her, I drop the receipt. After the exchange, I picked up the receipt and looked at it. Not that I was really pissed about this, but there was a .12 cent surcharge for a "dining in." First of all, I did ask her for a take out bag of chicken noodle soup, but that's not so much an issue. I began to think about this, and wondered how many people each day go in and get items to go, and get that surcharge. The amount of money they "steal" has got to add up to a lot of money. Figure, 15 million customers a day, times .12 cents? That's $1,800,000!! A DAY!!! And that's just McDonalds! Take in consideration of all the other fast food chains. Well, I never thought I would be such a cheap ass to look at my receipt to ensure a insignificant .12 cent surcharge is added, but I think from now on I will. Just for the principle of not giving that .12 cents to them. It's not like I even eat out that much to begin with, but can you believe how much profit is made in one day from rediculous charges like a "dining in" surcharge? Unreal...

~I'm back!~

Once was lost, but now is found! It's been a while since I've posted, and I'm not sure how often I am able to. I'll shoot for a bi-weekly post. Anyhow, I'm back from the grave, and hopefully will be putting my 2 cents of opinion into everyday society. Stand by for more...

Mr. Hockey ain't got nothing on me!

So for the first time in over 12 years, I played a pick-up game of ice hockey tonight. And it's probably been over 9 years since I last played roller hockey. So needless to say I was real rusty. But overall, I'd have to say I didn't too bad especially since it's been so long. I made a few good plays, and I felt great afterwards...well, with the exception of a couple blisters on the inside of my heels. I think I would've made ol' Gordie proud. I do have to apologize to Cullster since I made a nice head on collision with him. I was looking to my left, and I noticed something last minute on my right and it was too late to stop. It was the old "deer in the headlight" factor. And it's not like I can stop on a dime either, so we collided with force. Actually, come to think of it, I was laying on the ice more than I was probably up on my skates! Hell, if I didn't know any better, you could have just called me a zamboni! I'd charge full steam ahead, and just when I realized that I needed to stop, I'd try to slam on the brakes with no luck and end up with a face full of slush! But I had a blast doing it all. And I'm even though I'm exagerating a little, I still plan on making this a full time deal. One thing is for certain, and I'm feeling my age a little after tonight. Of course the factors would include me not working out or being physically active as much as I should, so may this will help. So maybe when I continue with this bi-weekly tradition, I'll be able to feel like I should at this ripe age of 27. Well, it's time for me to shower up and end this pointless blog entry. Maybe my next entry will actually be interesting!

Handicap...my ass you are!!

It never seems to amaze me how people manage to get handicap stickers. Don't get me wrong...those in need of it, deserve it. But what exact draws the line for christ sake!

So today, my family and I go to the near by Wendy's and I park at the first parking space to the left of a handicap spot. In my few moments of obsession compulsion, I always have to face the window of a resturant...or if no windows are available, I have to sit with my back to the wall. And for the record, any of you "Paid Professional" Psychologists reading this can comment on why one does this...not you back-woods bullshit psychologists! Anyhow, I'm looking out the window while eating my ceasar salad and jr. bacon cheeseburger staring into a daze. I see a car pull into the handicap spot at mach 3, almost blasting into my car. So of course getting a slight temper from that, I watch the "crippled" joke, not walk, or cane themself to the door, but jogs in and proceed to the order line. I start to laugh to myself in disbelief of the whole deal...and continue on with my meal. After about 10 minutes later, my family finished up and started back to the car, but only for the beginning of shock. My wife and I get our kids in their seats, and I happen to look over at the car next to us. Damned if it wasn't the same "crippled" bastard...sitting in his car eating. His wife in the back seat, laying across the seat eating aswell. After help my child with the car seat, I close the door, and looked over again. I see these 50-60 year old slack-asses playing grab ass in their car like a bunch of teenagers. Throwing my arms up and laughing, I make eye contact with the old hag in the back seat and say "oh, ok...they must be handicapped in the head!" Of course they stare at me wondering what that was all about as I drive away.

Well, I'm sure everyone has experienced a story like that at least once in their lifetime. Now to follow onto story #2 about this. Immediately after my dinner, we go to Sams Club to do some shopping. I'm pushing my kids around in a "state of the art (POS)" shopping cart, and of course the cart was full of shit, so it was a pain in the ass to manuver. We got our shopping almost done in record timing...when it happens again. Handicaps... But this one is different...it's the ever so rare old, obese woman cruising around in those electric carts. Just about to grab a gallon of milk from the coolers, I see this lady come around the corner and almost smack right into my cart...and to my surprise stares me down until I move out of her way. At this point, my patience has grown thin. So I did what any other asshole, er, I mean nice guy would have done! Thats right, not only did I NOT move, but I was doing the ol' "date checks" on every fuckin gallon of milk I could get my hands on. Instant glory! Pissed her off to the bone! Now, had she been a nicer lady, and not given me the look of death, I might have moved out of her way. Not this time scumbag!

And to finish up on this entry, I ask one thing. Exactly what does it take to be considered handicapped?? A missing leg? Partially Blind? Deaf? All acceptable. A paper cut? A bleeding AX WOUND? A lazy piece of shit? Hell no!

I'll cap your ass, fool!

I'll start off saying that I'm not intending this blog to become some military/politics basis. It just so happens that yet, another story comes from my reserves. Also, I'm not one to brag or "pat myself on the back." I've always thought of myself to be fairly humble. But since there is history to this story, not to mention the TONS of trash talk that occurs on XBOX live about my skills for shooting, I feel it's acceptable.

While in the Wonder-Land of XBOX live, I've been called many names... From the Christmas Newb catagory, names have rolled off kids tongues like "dousche bag, fag, bitch-tits," you name it. But none are as original as what comes from the Barghest group. Countless times I've heard, "Campy McCamperson, Camping Fuck, Camping Whore, Sniping Whore," and my favorite (although I'll admit it took me a while to like it) "Seawall." It's hard to be good at cooking smore's and pitching tents for everyone. But I seem to like my sniping haven from the moon! Well, finally, all the Halo 2 and Call of Duty 2 games have paid off. Ace finally got his medal. This past weekend, I qualified as "Expert Marksmanship" with the M-16. So to all you bitches that motivated me along the way, I thank you. Any time I hear your words of encouragement, I'll be forever thankful. LOL

Good to Know...

Recently completing weekend "duty" for my newly assigned reserve unit, I stopped at a gas station to get a drink for the hour or so ride home. Now, I wasn't familiar with the area so of course I was cautious of my surroundings. While still in uniform , I go inside, grab a bottle of Gatorade, paid for it, and walked back to my vehicle. Enroute to my vehicle, I hear a truck driving slowly behind me to finally stop, then hear a door close. Not really thinking about it too much, I continue to my vehicle and get in. I no sooner put my seat belt on, and I hear a knock on my window. An old, brittle, gentleman was standing at my door, waiting for me to put down my window. I cracked the window and asked what he needed. He smiled and said, "Sir, I would like to take the time to thank you for serving our country. No matter what is going on in the world, or whoever is in charge of you, always know that there are millions of Americans greatful for the job you all do." Caught off gaurd, I simply just thanked him and gave a hand shake. I watched him walk away in my side view mirror, get back in his truck, and the old gentleman and his wife waved goodbye.

Now, this didn't strike me right away as being a big deal...but think about it. How many times does the average person have something positive to say? Usually if something doesn't go as planned, we're quick to be negative whether it's a comment or an action. I wondered if people would give positive feedback (when credit is due), would it possibly go as far as helping with global relations. As unlikely as that would happen, it ran through my mind on the long drive home. We all can agree the ease of giving seeing the results of negative feedback, but imagine what could happen with positive feedback. Try it, and see what happens.

As far as the older gentleman, I thank you for your up-lifting comments. It's good to know that there still is people that appriciate what others do.