Halfway through the week, will I survive? Sure I will.

I was seeking a really upbeat post for today. I wanted something bright and cheerful, after all the day hasn’t been all “that” bad. I’m alive, a lovely wife and great friends on and offline. Weather was unseasonably nice for a February. We observed some sunshine and enjoyed a high of 82F so life is good.

The day had a couple of hiccups but they were minor for a midweek run.   After last night’s impromptu workout session, I crawled into bed around midnight anticipating a great day come morning.

Some people have trouble getting up in the mornings. My wife is not a morning person but I get on up early around 5-6 AM if properly motivated. This morning I was properly motivated. There is no wake up call more effective than the sound of a dog, large or small, throwing up on the carpet or heaven forbid in the bed with you. I came wide awake at 5 AM to that very sound. There are times that I have wondered why they don’t make that sound an option for a bedside alarm clock for animal owners that are hard to wake in the mornings. Fortunately the small Dog that was on the bed at my feet was just retching, so out we go in my PJ’s to take her outside.

Around noon being bored and wanting to at least feel I had accomplished something for the day I started work on Michelle’s ASUS tablet that has a charging problem. I am normally very careful, but this time I forgot to check for the tiny micro sd card and remove it prior to removing the cover from the device. The card snapped with a small but sickening sound. I would rather have taken a beating than tell her. At least there is a backup of it on the main computer. She was pretty understanding about it. and I was feeling a little better. Right up to the moment I took those 2 swallows of sour/spoiled Tea.

I’m alive and that’s what counts. It’s Hump Day and were downhill to the weekend from here!

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Tuesday Evening Multi-Workout

I had a lazy day today, nothing unexpected popped up or happened. The entire day was an exercise of just cruising along doing my own thing. Working on the Blog trying to get everything where it will load quickly. All was great till this evening, and the exercise that I didn’t do today came all at once.

6:45PM and I’m settling back in to the desk here in the office about to read some Blogs, and do some posting on my forum. There comes a blood curdling scream from an animal outside and Max and Midnight, our two German Shepherds that had been relaxing on the floor near my office chair, jumped up and bolted for the other room looking for the hurt animal that they could still hear screeching.

I had just heard a car drive down the gravel street and my first thought was “Otis” might have been hit, one of those Wire-haired, short-legged, mixed breed terriers that has the hair almost covering his eyes and he looks to be 90 if he’s a day. He’s always in the road.

White Boy Wobble

Agility work out
I’m trying to get out the door of the office with the two dogs going nuts in and out of the doorway so I”m doing the agility test thing grabbing for walls, door jambs, anything that is at the moment steadier than I am. I probably got a B for not falling among the stampeding dogs.

Dexterity Drill
I can picture the crumpled body I may find if I ever make it out of the house. When you’re in a hurry doorknobs never operate smoothly. Then you have the chain that caught the door as I managed to get the knob to operate and snatched it open. More fumbling. I think I got an F for dexterity.

Obstacle Challenge
We now moved to the obstacle part of the unplanned evening exercise. Down the steps and around the end of the fence, well almost completely around it. The dark green trash bin was where the collectors had left it in the shadows of the vine-covered fence. It  caught me a glancing blow and I continued my advance down the street looking like a clown with arms flailing  Then there was the tree branch… I trip across a branch in the dark and do the “White Boy Wobble”. Not the redneck version of the White Boy Wiggle, but my very own special version as I try to stay upright.

I finally reach the house where Otis lives about 100 feet away and have seen no small body in the road. I ask his owner if Otis is okay and find out that a cat across the street had attacked Otis out in the street causing him to scream as if he was being killed.

So there you have it, my daily exercise all rolled into about 1 minute, from a dead stop to completion. I think I’ll just sit here and pass out now.

How was your Tuesday

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Monday Humor for a rainy day.

I was going through my computer today since it was raining outside and nothing could be done out there. I found this file that brought back a few laughs and some good memories so I thought I would share it today.

This was written as a humorous short story back in the early 90’s when I worked at a local Police Department. This is only one chapter out of the 9 chapters of the story. In it I referred to the city I worked at as “Maybury” just like the old show from the 60’s with Andy Griffith. The book was laughably titled “Maybury is alive and well.” The things described in it were real just names changed where needed to not identify persons. I hope you get a chuckle out of it.

J.R. and S.P.O.T.

This is the most amusing part of working in Maybury for the Police Department. Now, I may be wrong, and some citizens would applaud the ideas that I am presenting here. But according to my beliefs, and those of many officers that I overheard commenting on J.R. and SPOT, they were the silliest things that ever were contrived to be implemented in the 1990’s.

Perhaps in the 1950’s and 60’s these were noble or novel ideas and were somewhat accepted. But today in the advanced world in which we live, they stick out like a silly sore thumb, and are an insult to professional officers that risk their lives day to day.

However, I must admit they were a source of a good laugh at times, and reminded the line officers that we are separate from the administration who apparently live in an ivory tower, and believe that these things still work.

As you read these little stories, keep in mind that we were not under staffed, or “shorthanded”. There were plenty of us to go around, sometimes more than enough… these little “gimmicks” were done for Public Relations stunts. They were supposed to improve our interaction with the citizens.

J.R.

Now J.R. was a real treat to behold. I don’t know what “J.R.” stood for, never really bothered to ask. I know that she was a female mannequin.

She was a half size mannequin, from the waist up. She was complete with a Police uniform shirt, hat, and wig of auburn hair. She always had a problem with her hair and hat, probably because most of us officers were not that good at fixing a woman’s hair when it was mussed up. Mostly that it would slide down over her eyes and the public thought she was asleep on duty. By on duty I meant that literally.

J.R. would be taken out, placed in the driver’s seat of a vehicle, and parked in a shopping center parking lot or a residential street to run radar. She was a source of amusement for the teenagers, and wonderment of adults who always asked who’s idea was it to put a stupid dummy, in an unguarded police car.

In the shopping centers she was supposed to deter shoplifters during the Christmas and Holiday Seasons. The officers as always, kept our remarks to ourselves, but in our humble opinion, if a potential shoplifter couldn’t tell even from a distance that she was a dummy, then he or she needed to be caught and jailed for stupidity. Those types were not a threat anyway, because someone that stupid was an easy target for store security.

Professional thieves should be able to notice during casing a shopping center, that poor old J.R. had not scratched her nose, moved, or blinked in 4-8 hours. This also should tell them that there were not enough police to go around and the place is wide open. Which was untrue, but tended to “entice” the potential shoplifters from other areas to hit the stores rather than “deter” them.

Naturally J.R. ignored the woman

J.R. was a source of frustration for some of the elderly at times, and side splitting laughter at shift change for the officers. Once she was deployed, complete with radar setup, on a major thoroughfare where she was supposed to intimidate motorists into slowing down. On this day however there was a wreck a short distance from her. An elderly woman drove to where she was, and knocked on the window to tell the officer that there was a wreck down the street. Naturally J.R. ignored the woman, which resulted in a complaint to the Desk Sergeant that the officer was asleep. So much for Public Relations.

On another occasion, an elderly citizen called from a house near JR’s location. She had gone over to speak with JR, and as she approached the car, JR fell over in the seat. The fire department was dispatched based on the excited call of the citizen, who thought that JR had fallen over Ill.

At other times J.R.’s vehicle was the site for notes from the teenagers asking for dates, and a place to leave empty beer cans. Fortunately she was securely locked inside, or there might have been molestation charges I’m sure.

One day I was instructed to deploy J.R.. I had to place her in my patrol vehicle and drive her to a residential street. On the way there I placed her on the seat beside me, so that it would look as though I had an amorous female partner. Being so upset at having to participate in such a farce, I lost my presence of mind, and decided to do something exciting to make another legend for J.R. Upon reaching my destination on a residential street, I exited the vehicle and slid J.R. over into the driver’s seat. I made sure that her hair was in place, and her hat on her head. I turned on the radar unit for her, since she said her arms had no feeling in them.

I never heard anything

Once in place I noticed two vehicles coming down the street towards my location. I bent over into the vehicle as they passed and planted a big kiss on J.R. The vehicles passed, and I laughed silently to myself. I must have been slightly burned out that night from working, because I can’t imagine looking back on it, standing in the Chief’s office, explaining what I was doing kissing J.R. just to get a laugh. I never heard anything about it, so I don’t know if anyone called in a complaint of officers being romantic on duty or not.


I hope you enjoyed this.

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Hump Day Humor (Wednesday)

A little something for this Wednesday to help get the downhill run going towards the weekend and lift the spirits of those whom might have had a rough middle of the week. Keep a smile on your face and a spring in your step as you finish out the week.

 

Rules for Pilots

  • Every takeoff is optional.
  • Every landing is mandatory.
  • If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is, unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again.
  • Flying isn’t dangerous. Crashing is what’s dangerous.
  • It’s always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.
  • The ONLY time you have too much fuel is when you’re on fire.
  • The propeller is just a big fan in front of the plane used to keep the pilot cool. When it stops, you can actually watch the pilot start sweating.
  • When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.
  • A ‘good’ landing is one from which you can walk away. A ‘great’ landing is one after which they can use the plane again.
  • Learn from the mistakes of others. You won’t live long enough to make all of them yourself.
  • You know you’ve landed with the wheels up if it takes full power to taxi to the ramp.
  • The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival and vice versa.
  • Never let an aircraft take you somewhere your brain didn’t get to five minutes earlier.
  • Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report that mountains have been known to hide out in clouds.
  • Always try to keep the number of landings you make equal to the number of take offs you’ve made.
  • There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.
  • You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.
  • Helicopters can’t fly; they’re just so ugly the earth repels them.
  • If all you can see out of the window is ground that’s going round and round and all you can hear is commotion coming from the passenger compartment, things are not at all as they should be.
  • In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of miles per hour and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose.
  • It’s always a good idea to keep the pointy end going forward as much as possible.
  • Keep looking around. There’s always something you’ve missed.
  • Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It’s the law. And it’s not subject to repeal.
  • The three most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above you, runway behind you, and a tenth of a second ago.

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