9/11

I was with my kids on the way home and Samantha started talking about the holocaust and what she knew about it.  I was a little surprised, I didn’t know she knew anything about it.  But we ended up talking about what happened on September 11, 2001 as well.  I don’t think she ever connected that it was only 12 years ago because when I started to talk about what I was doing that morning, she was surprised I was alive.  Yes, honey, it happened only a year before you were born.  But when we were talking, I realized that I had never put my story of what happened that morning here on the blog.  The main reason that I do this blog is if something ever happens to me, my kids will have something to read and learn more about me.  My father died when I was 8, granted their wasn’t blogs back then but I would have loved to gone back and read things that he wrote.  So here’s my story.

I was working 3rd shift at the time, and my regular schedule was I would get off work at 7 and home not very long after (I lived pretty close).  I would get home, hit the head and then crash into bed.  I was usually asleep before 7:30.  I got home that morning, did my usual routine and crawled into bed.  I couldn’t sleep.  I tossed and turned for awhile and decided to get up and do whatever, probably work on my baseball cards.  I turned on the tv and started flipping through the channels.  I ran across a live shot of one of the towers with smoke billowing out.  It was just a news flash on a regular channel so I turned it over to CNN and started following along.  All I could think about was how horrible that kind of accident was.  Then I saw the 2nd plane hit and I just knew it was no accident.  I followed along for a few hours, I think I called my mom at work and told her about it.  The odd thing was that it was very rare for me not to go to sleep right after work.  I don’t know what kept me up, some may tell you that I just knew something was going on.  I’ll tell you, I couldn’t sleep because that’s all I know for a fact.

That’s really about it.  There were all kinds of emotions that I’m not going to go into now.  It’s been 12 years and while we will never forget, it’s not something I want to relive.  The week following was the worst.  Time stood still that week and I took in all the information that I could get, it’s probably the only time I watched the news.  The heart-wrenching stories and the stories of heroic deeds put the nation on overload.  While we will never forget, the nation managed to move on.  While we were together as a nation for a time after that, we’ve gone back to killing each other so we are back to normal now.  I’ll always remember that day and I’ll always remember everyone working as one and becoming a nation.  I hope to never relive that day, but it would be nice if that nation would come together again.

People NEED to change

I remember back in the day when someone did something mean or stupid and you were amazed at their stupidity.  They were far and few between.  But it seems that now-a-days, your amazed when someone is good or does something nice.  I like to think that I’m pretty nice to strangers.  I hold doors for people, I smile and nod when eye contact is made, I’ve gone out of my way to help someone.  When I hit that guy on the bike, I stood in the road next to him so cars would see me and not run him over so he wouldn’t have to move.  I kept asking if he was ok.  I wouldn’t be surprised to hear a news story that is similar only the guy gets out of the car and beats the crap out of the biker.  That’s the world we live in.  I can’t stand to watch the news anymore.  Children killing adults over meaningless arguments.  Young kids going on killing sprees in schools.  And don’t even get me started on the molesting that adults are doing to kids.  I can’t watch the news.  There are so many things wrong with this world that we are amazed when something is right.  Or at least I am.  Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m just too negative.

Maybe this is a product of me becoming anti-social.  Yes, I admit it, I’m antisocial.  Which is funny because as most of you know, bloggers like to be heard.  I check my stats for affirmation that somebody is listening.  I don’t put much faith into the numbers per say, and I’m still going to blog what I want to blog.  For me, this is a log of my life that I may be able to look back onto a few years later.  So I post what I want to post.  Besides wanting to be heard.  But in real life, I don’t really care how many friends I have.  Which really shows at work.  I like where I work in the factory, because I work alone.  I come in, do my job, leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone.  I put on headphones in the breakroom sometimes because people just annoy me.  Whether it be loud talking to someone right next to you, or someone playing music out loud on their phones, or people holding a concert to those around them.  People are rude.  And I don’t want to be around them.

Maybe this could change if the news only played positive stories, probably not.  I know one thing, we could go back to one half hour news broadcast.  Because there isn’t that much good in the world anymore. 

Maybe I’m negative. 

Maybe I’m antisocial. 

Maybe I’m the problem.

All I know is people need to stop being dicks.  People need to start thinking of those around them.  People need to get their heads out of their asses and turn this world around.  Because even thought I am antisocial and don’t like people, I still respect those around me.  Which is more than I can say for most.

Leaning Flag Poll of Perkins

Took the day off, not to relax, but to stress a little bit more.  We dropped the kids off at school and went to Steak and Shake for breakfast.  Now I don’t know how wide spread this wind issue is, but it has been very breezy here.  So breezy that this happened just down the road from the restaurant.

I assume sometime last night this happened.  It was already roped off underneath where it will fall and a cop was parked there for most of breakfast.  I know we’ve been under a wind advisory since last night that’s supposed to go till tonight.

We are heading out today for the real reason for the vacation day today.  We have to drive and hour and a half to go to court trying to get my wife on disability.  With all her issues, there is no way she can work.  So essentially, if we get denied, we get to live in government housing for the rest of our lives.  We barely get by now so there is no way we could ever afford a house without her having some kind of income.  I’ll more about it later.

I just wanted to touch bases and let you all know that I’m still around.  Just been very busy and haven’t had much time to blog.

My wife posted a new blog post about some of what I mentioned above and her MS.  Check it out here.

 

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Debate with Frank

I got into a debate at work.  Frank was telling me about some story in California where a black (it matters for the debate) kid broke into a car, stole a backpack and a laptop.  The owner called 911 and said he saw it and the kid had a gun.  The cops tracked down the kid, cornered him an alley, and ended up shooting the kid.  The cop claimed he went for his waistband.

Frank was arguing that it was the typical white cop shooting a black kid.  His reasoning was that he has never seen anyone cornered with a gun pointed at them, go for their waistband.  Even in movies, they never go for anything.  If you had a gun pointing towards you the last thing you do is sudden movements.  So he was claiming common sense would have kept him from doing this.  Therefore the cop was guilty of murdering him and using unnecessary force.  Now I haven’t researched the story or anything, because as I was talking to him, I had no research so I was just going by what he told me of the story.  He also said the guy that called 911 admitted to lying about seeing a gun and no weapon was found on the kid after the shooting.

I told him I understand what he’s saying.  Common sense would prevent you from going for anything.  Common sense would tell me first thing you do is get your hands away from your body, up or to the side.  And I can also see a cop shooting him just because he’s black.  Sad to say, it wouldn’t be the first time.  Racism is still around whether we want to admit it or not.  But I can also see the kid going for his waist.  Frank looked shocked that I said that.  I kept saying, I’m sorry, but people are stupid.  A lot of people don’t have common sense.  I’m not saying the cop didn’t do it for the wrong reason.  I’m saying you can’t discount the fact that people are idiots.  For all we know, he had drugs in his waistband he wanted to throw out, or his pants were falling down (which seems like the style nowadays), maybe he was going to grab his pecker and do the pee pee dance, there is no way of knowing.  Sure you can blame the cop, but there is no reason you can’t blame the kid either.

I can’t imagine being a cop in that situation.  You’ve been told he has a gun so you have to do what you can to protect yourself.  Maybe the kid went for his waistband for whatever reason.  What choice does the cop have now?  You can be angry and cry racist cop all you want, but there is no way to know what happened with the information given to me.  Had it not been reported that he had a gun, it would look totally different.  The cop would have been a little slower with the trigger if he hadn’t been told there was already a weapon.  You have to look at both sides.

Frank doesn’t typically go to the racism thing first, he’s not that type.  And usually he has a point.  But I couldn’t agree with him on this one.

Insane Tranny Texting

I think I’m going to have fun with these titles.  Combining all my random thoughts into one title.  Maybe I can get some more traffic with titles like that.

Granny Tranny

The lovely wife and I went out for supper tonight to celebrate her birthday.  It was a nice dinner, food was good.  Lots of food, we both left stuffed.  But we still went out for custard afterwards.  You have to have ice cream on your birthday, I believe it’s the law.  What I really wanted to tell you about was this.

You can click on it to enlarge but it’s a little blurry.  When we walked in, he was sitting at the bar.  Yes, I said he.  Apparently my wife told me to look and I didn’t hear her.  We couldn’t see him from our table but I caught a glimpse of him when he went out to smoke.  At quick glance it looked like an older, and I mean older, women with torpedo boobs.  Too old to be dressing like that.

But we got a good view when he went to the restroom, which would be the door behind him.  And just to verify, he went into the men’s restroom.  I can’t imagine walking in and and there would be an old lady standing at the urinal with her dress up taking a piss.  I picture her turning and in a deep voice saying “What’s up?”.  I’m dying just typing this.  My imagination is running wild now and it isn’t pretty.  But I managed to snap this shot of him coming out of the restroom.  Even blurry, you can see what I’m saying.

While I have nothing against people who live this lifestyle, when you make it obvious, I’m going to make fun.  I’ve actually had a lap dance by a cross dresser at a gay club, while wearing a necklace with little penis’ on it.  Boy I hope family doesn’t read this blog.  It was a bachelorette party for a friend and let me tell you about a gay bar, there were about 5 bachelorette parties going on, all girls.  So about half the people in the bar, were straight females.  And as most bachelorette parties in a bar are, they were early 20’s females.  For the record, this was awhile ago.  I didn’t have shot anyways but it was nice viewing.

INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE

I haven’t had a song stuck in my head in awhile.  That doesn’t mean I haven’t had songs floating through there, but I usually only post songs that stick in there for a few hours.  For today, I only had 1 song and it was stuck in there most of the day.  I will vary over between songs from the same group but I eventually would end up back on this song.

DC Talk–Free at last.

Don’t judge me!!  You know when you’re a teenager and the music you listened to kind of sticks with you the rest of your life.  Probably something about being impressionable.  Well back then, I listened to christian music.  It still gets stuck in my head, and I have a lot of those old songs on my spotify and listen to every so often.  It’s nostalgic for me.  Any of the christian music I have on my spotify doesn’t go past probably 1991 or 1992.  Believe me I’m far from being religious now, but I do still love these songs I grew up with.  I think it scares my wife sometimes, she probably thinks I’ll revert to my old ways and start going to church, maybe go back to being a Sunday School teacher.  Yeah, I’m not kidding, I was one at one time.  She usually gives me strange looks and backs away without taking her eye off of me.  Like she couldn’t use some religion in her life.  Pfff.

WTF WERE THEY THINKING?

My wife told me about this story, then I heard about it this morning on the radio on my way to work.  They were saying it made national news.  A woman walked off a pier while texting, into the river.  2 people had to jump in after her.  If I remember correctly the guy was with her and another woman who was on the pier went in after her and kept her afloat.  Here’s the story.  I guess they should have spent some of that money they spent on PSA announcements for texting while driving on walking while texting.

I know this isn’t my sports blog, but this is funny not to share.  If you follow this story at all it will be.