Headaches

Every time I read the news, I see something new the great and mighty O has done, that has made him appear even more foolish than he already looked. At the rate he is going, I may need to buy stock in Advil and Duct tape. The latest being the Gates fiasco. Open mouth, insert feet ashhat. And if he makes one friggin' more television appearance, while our great nation slips into the $hitter, they may hear me scream all the way to the coasts. Both of them!

raindrips

Well, that was the extent of the rain we got today, those few pitiful drops on the windshield of my jeep. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Pardon the poor picture quality, I took that with my phone, at lunchtime, at work.

Dare I hope???

Michigan unemployment rate 15.2%

Normally I don't post political stuff on my blog. But this one just stood right the heck up and bit me.

Michigan unemployment tops 15%

Michigan became the first state in 25 years to suffer an unemployment rate exceeding 15%, according to a report released Friday by the Labor Department.

Full story can be found here.

Well now, I was informed back when they bailed out the major auto makers, that jobs would be saved, and new ones created. Would someone like to explain just where all these saved jobs are? Because it sure as heck doesn't look like they are in Michigan. You know, Michigan, the one that was gonna lose everything without that bailout, because they have so many people employed in auto manufacturing??? Maybe someone would like to tell them they must be full of chit. Because the Great and powerful O swore up and down this was gonna save them. And our wonderful Prez would NEVER lie to us. (now would he)

Doesn't this make you feel all warm and fuzzy regarding his next project. Obamacare.

Quiet Sunday

67 degrees and sunny on this quiet Sunday afternoon. (I have completely given up on that global warming crap) As usual I have a dog laying on the floor on either side of me. Did a little laundry, a little cleaning, played mafia wars and just relaxed. Nothing real exciting. (which is always good, had enough excitement for the month) Two more weeks of work, then it's vacation time! Woohoo!! Still haven't figured out what I'm going to do with ten days off though.

How was your Friday?

Well, let me tell you about mine.

I finished making supper around 5:45. Sat down to eat. One dog on either side of me, which is normal. Finished eating about 6:15. Speared a piece of scrap on my fork, to save for the bigger dog, and turned away for 2 seconds to give the pup his scrap, when WHAM, the fork is nabbed straight out of my hand by none other than Stan, the older dog. I jerked my head around in time to see said fork disappear down Stan's mouth. OHHHHHHH $hit. I grabbed the phone book and started calling vets within a 30 mile radius to see what, if anything, could be done. Finally found one 60 miles away, in Appleton. Long drive on a Friday evening, wondering just what this was going to cost. 7:30 I load up the hound and head out. Get on the other side of Green Bay, and get a double whammy. Road construction! Forcing the normal 2 south bound lanes, into one. And pouring rain. (where the heck is ours??) Do you know what it is like, driving through a maze of orange striped barrels, in pouring rain, worrying about your passenger? Fookin' nerve wracking. Get to the vet (with only one wrong turn, mind you) and sit in the waiting room for 30 minutes. Finally get called back, only to wait another 15 minutes for the doctor. Kids start texting as soon as I get in the exam room. (Psychic or what.) (One of those texts came from my daughter, asking if I was sure he swallowed it, because they had found one on the floor. Yep, I know he swallowed it, I saw it go down.) He checks out Hoover Stan and says we need x-rays, to see where the fork was located. A friggin hour later, they bring my dog back. So the Doc loads up his computer, turns the screen so I can see it, and NO FORK! They took x-rays from stem to stern, and it wasn't there. When I explained to him that I saw the fork going down, he said more than likely Stan coughed it back up, and to watch in case he scratched his esophagus doing so. Total cost to moi? $250 and 4 hours of my time between travel and visit. It was worth it. My psychotic hound is worth that and more. I was so dayemed relieved, I almost cried. (Stan is the big yellow one, under the puppy)

So, how was your Friday?

Citizen Self Arrest

I was over at Police Diver's blog when I read this little gem. (go ahead and read it, I'll wait here)


Back? OK. Now, I requested permission to print it out, and brought a copy to work. Let's just say I had most everyone in my department laughing. Now picture this...... I am the second youngest one working in our area. And at 42, I am not exactly a teenager anymore. (The oldest one in our area is 70) We were discussing things we could arrest ourselves for, when my evil twin (my other self) popped in with this conundrum. Who does the pat down? Do you frisk yourself, or wait for the arresting officer? I personally vote for waiting for an officer, it's always better to have a professional do such things, especially one with a LOT of experience. ;) Besides, if you do it yourself, you may miss something. Now for the flip side of the coin. If you are suppose to frisk yourself, and refuse, would it be considered resisting arrest? And if so, would you then have to amend the current charges to reflect the new one also?
(everytime some one came into our little corner of the plant looking for something, we'd tell them "oh, go frisk yourself" then burst out laughing again)

(admit it, now I have you thinking in circles like I do :D welcome to my world)