Three subjects. No extra charge

   I made it through another work week.  For that,  I am one happy sum-bitch.  I don't have a physically hard job.  I just seem to be surrounded by people that are either completely bat-shit crazy or are so tired of dealing with life,  they just do not give a shit anymore.  I know I shouldn't complain.  I am lucky to have a place to go every day that pays me,  without fail,  every week.  We have been working overtime since before Christmas.  That makes for great paychecks,  but,  it makes my ass drag in the dirt.  The past two weeks we even worked Saturdays.  So, the 10 hours we worked today felt like fifteen.  My company is having their national sales meeting and sales awards banquet (drunken idiot fest) this weekend.  It's amazing!  Mysteriously,  none of our customers were going to run out of product and cause a disastrous breakdown/shutdown that will cost us millions upon millions of dollars.  Eff you salesmen!  Kiss my ass the next time you call with your BS stories.  So,  today was horribly slow and the clock just couldn't move fast enough.  Again,  I am so happy to be home in my comfy chair babbling about my troubles.
   I've got Lewis Black on the TV.  I like to watch him because he kind of reminds me of myself.  He is a spaz.  He cusses to pass time between thoughts.  He gets so excited about what he's saying,  his arms are flailing and his fingers are twitching and the volume of  his voice changes about 40db during every sentence.  The only thing I've got against him is;  he is a full blown hypocrite liberal.  That's OK though.  He makes me laugh.  Funny is funny,  no matter what your politics,  sexual preference,  race,  religion,  or nationality is.  Laughter, to me,  is an international language.  Make me laugh and we are instantly friendly.
   I live on a street that is becoming increasingly busier every week.  About 1 1/2 miles east of my house,  the D.O.T built an interchange connecting our street to the local N/S expressway.  That has increased our traffic three fold.  Our saviour Mayor has called our street the " Gateway" to our beloved town.  FU and BS.  Now the city is building a 40 something acre park that starts about an 1/8 mile down the street and will be behind all of our houses.  I'm thrilled about the park,  not the traffic.  Traffic is an issue with my next complaint.
   Let me start by saying something.  Nobody appreciates first responders more than I do.  You may appreciate them as much,  just not any more than I.  That being said.  I just do not understand why two to for squad cars have to speed down my two lane street doing at least 60 mph to an accident that has already occurred.  The speed limit is 25mph here so a car doing 60 is a BIG deal.  Rarely do they have sirens sounding.  You can hear the engines screaming and the air whistling through the light bar but no sirens.  Just an hour ago,  three squads whipped through here splitting both lanes at a pretty good clip.  WTF.  I want my first responders to get to the scene fast, but,  they need to make sure they're going to get there without injuring someone else first.  Seriously,  what's gonna happen when the kids are crossing the street to get to the new park and they don't hear the whistling light bar and can't see around the cars going both directions.  I pray it never does happen like that.
   Enough bitching.  Seriously,  next time you see a first responder or an armed serviceman/woman,  offer to buy their coffee or something like that.  Most will decline, but they really do deserve the offer.  Remember this;  when you are running out of your burning house or running away from the bad guys,  the cops and fireman are running towards the danger.  Have a great weekend!
  

WTF! That was along smoke break!

   Well.  I set out to do this blog thing as a form of therapy for myself.  It turned out to be a task.  Not a big task,  just one I wasn't dedicated to.  I never made time to sit and write. I was always "too busy".  That,  my friends,  is a bunch of bulls#!t.  I thought I was busy.  The reality is,  I am a fat lazy turd.  I would rather sit in front of the idiot box and bark at it like a dog instead of getting up and walking the twenty-eight feet to get the laptop out of the "computer room" and write my thoughts down. 

   So I sit here,  almost a year and a half later,  trying to continue what I started.  Lots of schtuff has happened since the last post.  Too much to try and catch up on in one or even one-hundred posts.  I'll try to let you know a couple things.  Mrs. Mike did run the 2010 Chicago Marathon.  She finished too!  She was not happy at all with her time.  I don't care. She finished a marathon while my biggest accomplishment that year was finding a big and tall store that actually carried my jean size.  The 2010 deer hunting season was a successful one for me. I harvested (killed) three deer. Two does with my bow and a nice old buck with my shotgun.  We didn't have to buy red meat for almost a year.  This past season was not a success as far as the harvest,  but,  I got to take Mini Mike out with me for the first time.  It was a total Dad/Son moment. Made me cry.  Mini Mike also played his first season of organized football and realized he loves it.  Now,  this season I'm coaching.  I won't lie,  I'm excited.  Mini Mike has also started Karate and is pretty good at that too.  I am working my a$$ off to pay for it all.  It's worth it,  for sure.  We got rid of the old pop-up and bought a 24' travel trailer.  Yep,  just like The Jeffersons.  Mrs. Mike is training for a local half marathon and I'm on a weight loss kick myself.

   So,  there you have it.  That's just a little touch of our live for now.  Hopefully, I can stay motivated to write some of my everyday BS down because it's funny and it really does help my brain heal when I tell other people about it.