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Strive (and Drive!) for Success

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Update for those concerned: Voice slightly better, still bad, but not waking up next to a guy in tighty-whities bad. I managed, after sleeping until noon, getting up to craft a post, and then going back to bed until 4:00, to take a shower and go pick up my laundry and dry-cleaning. Over and out. High (or middling-to-low) expectations for tomorrow.

In other news, let’s all raise our glasses (mine has OJ and Sprite, okay?) to Matthew Van McDaniel, a fellow in Orange County, CA, who wanted to get to jail so badly that he drove right into it. (That’s what we call drive, folks. Bah-dum-bum.)
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On Forgiving and Forgetting (or Remembering, But Not Being Hell-Bent on Revenge)

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Even though I’m sure you’ve heard that the jobless rate is now 9.7 and that 216,000 jobs were lost in August (recession over, now?), I’m not going to talk about that. (Interesting statistic: An expanded unemployment rate that includes people who have given up looking for jobs out of frustration and are working part time but still want full-time jobs rose to 16.8 percent, from 16.3 percent.)

But like I said, I’m not going to talk about that. It’s the Friday before Labor Day and even though I can hear my neighbor groggily and loudly talking into her phone (she must have her big fat adenoid-troubled head propped against our adjoining wall, I swear), I refuse to be brought down by that, or news of further unemployments, for now.

Because remember what’s so great about holidays? They are for everyone! Just because you don’t currently labor doesn’t mean you don’t get to enjoy Labor Day. You deserve it just as much as the next slob! (Also, if you insist on traveling, gas in New York City is now a mere $2.91 to last year’s $3.87 per gallon. There prove no shortage of drink specials to match; just do me a favor and don’t drink the gas itself this time, ‘kay?)

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