Friday, October 31, 2008

More meme

I'm in a meme sort of mood today. Anyway, I swung by the store on the way home after picking up the AR lower and I bought me the fixins to make a pizza.

There's nothing like homemade pizza. I'm not saying make the pepperoni from scratch, but the dough is definitely DIY-able. And depending on your energy level so is the tomato sauce.

I like making pizza's. For one thing, the cardboard you get from that 30 minute delivery place is just that, cardboard. And the other major outlets are getting pretty skimpy on the toppings I've noticed. There are good pizza joints out there. Frog N Firkin in Tuscon, Great Plains Sauce and Dough Company in Ames, IA, Lou Malnati's in Chi-town. In Tulsa I'd recommend Joe Momma's Pizza, but for eating in, I'd go with homemade.

My theory on pizza's for homemade is the crust should be thin and the toppings should be domed. If you can pick up the pizza without the toppings falling off, you didn't put enough on.

Right, anyway, tonight's effort was a pepperoni, hot Italian sausage, mushroom and jalapenos pizza, with crushed red peppers in the sauce and parmesan cheese in the crust.

Don't get me wrong. The pizza is horrendous, but the dreams you have that night are worth every Tums. My dreams tend towards the Mayan Temple/Naked Women/Pickles variety on these nights.

I'll be going to be early tonight.

Friday mind game.

This Friday's mind game is also a adieu of a sorts to summer. Enjoy. Hear it all weekend. Is it working? Feeling any crazyier? Be honest.

A day for a citizen.

So, I set my alarm for 6:30 this morning thinking I'd get to the voting place before the doors opened.

As I'm hitting the snooze for the umpteenth time, I'm thinking that there'll be a huge line at 8 so I should wait a bit.

I got there around 9:30ish. The line was still half way across the parking lot. I found a parking spot barely a block from the building, which was nice. The line moved quickly, which was nice too. From the time I parked to the time I walked out couldn't have been more than 45 minutes total.

The local bird cage liner and talking heads were there trying to get quotes and interviews. For the most part the people in the line were older; either retired or, like me, on weird work schedules. Strangely, the talking heads found the one young family in line and chose them to interview. It was almost like they were searching for the Lightbringers supporters and spotlighting them. I'm sure the others in line wouldn't have given the "right" answers.

Anyway, I voted without incident. The one choice I had a problem with was for US Senate. My choices there either voted for or supported the Bail Out Bill. I ended up voting for my choice based on his voting record on other issues.

Afterwards, to congratulate myself for preforming my civic duty (tehee, I said doodie) so well, I rewarded myself with a late brunch at Awful House. And bought an AR-15 lower at my local gun shop. Did I forget to mention that?

Oh, and Oklahoma ballots don't allow you to write in candidates. Otherwise, I would have so voted for Ahab/Clawhammer. In fact, I would have done a straight Clawhammer ticket.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Voting Dilemma

Okay, here's the sitch.

As of yesterday, I wasn't on the schedule till after my off days. This morning, I suddenly find myself out on the road from Sunday thru, yeap you guessed it, Tuesday. After the polls close.

Now, early voting in Oklahoma only runs Friday, Saturday and Monday before election day. Just those three days. Prior to this you could absentee ballot though. And for some reason, these early voting days are still called absentee voting even though you have to do it in person. Sort of an absentee in person vote. I'd say that was ironic, but the .gov is made up of oxymorons... and regular morons even.

So, tonight, I'm going to download the voting records of my local, state and national candidates. As well as the NRA's grading of each. I ignore NRA questionaire grading and only go off of voting record grading. And tomorrow, with my picks jotted down on a convenient something, I'm going to preform one of the most important duties of a citizen there is.

By the way, for Tulsa County, early voting can be done at:

Tulsa County Election Board
555 N. Denver Ave.,
Tulsa, 74103

The hours are:
Friday - 8am to 6pm
Saturday - 8am to 1pm
Monday - 8am to 6pm

There, that's my little public service anouncement for anybody who happens to read me from Tulsa. And I hope it's also my last politics blog for a while. Although I might join Rachel Lucas in some election day drinking. And when there's whiskey involved, there may be some incoherent badly typed posts. I'm just sayin.

Edit: I changed the title because Tam's already got one up today with that title. And since I'm no where near her league in blogging. I thought it best not to be confusing.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Sorry, I haven't been blogging the last couple of days. Stuff has come up and I haven't felt much like blogging. I'll recommence soon. I promise.

Monday, October 27, 2008

The Creature from the Day in the Life of a Charter Pilot.

Quick day today.

If you can call 6 hours of flying quick.

Just fly a passenger out to Sin City, drop 'em off, refuel and straight back again. That's what the schedule and the trip sheet say.

So I'm packing for 4 days. I'm getting to be an old salt at this sort of shenanigans.

A poem for all pilots.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Jun 9, 1922 - Dec 11, 1941

Born of an American father and English mother, both missionaries in Shanghai China. Educated in China, England and the United States. While in school in England he won the Rugby award for poetry for his work then. He forego a scholarship to Yale to join the RCAF (Royal Canadian Air Force) in 1940. He underwent flight training and earned his wing in Ontario before being sent to England in 1941.

His most well known poem was written during and shortly after a training flight in October of 1941. He wrote another, possible his last, shortly after his first combat action in November of 1941. In December on a training flight, in low clouds over England, he died after a mid-air collision with an Airspeed Oxford twin engine trainer. At the ripe old age of 19.

This man, even before his nation made the call, saw what was right and stood up to be counted.

During this dark hour of human history, he wrote a poem that speaks to the soul of nearly every man, woman or child who has flown an airplane. In the midst of a world wide cesspool, he captured and expressed the pure joy, elation and freedom that can come from flight.

And his poem. Ronald Regan quoted 2 lines from it to commemorate the men and women lost on STS-51-L. Every person who's attended the US Air Force Academy can quote it from memory. The Canadian Air Force, Royal Air Force and other commonwealth air forces use it as their official poem.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or even eagle flew;
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

One of the bad things about living here.

Seeing as how all my favorite daily reads are at the Broad Ripple today and thus not blogging much... at all... I'm bored.

That is all.

I need to find me a job in Indy or there abouts. It looks like fun up there.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Another Day in the Life of a Charter Pilot post.

Today was an easy day. After the last two days of cancelled trips. (Only after I'd already gotten out to the airport.) We had a nice easy flight down to New Orleans. Enough time for dinner and then back again. Easy peasy. We went to a new place, for us, called CastNet on Haynes. Our usual place was already closed for the day and this place came recommended by the line guys. I had a shrimp po-boy, dressed and fries. I must say, for a small neighborhood place, the place was packed and the food was pretty good. There's two sides. One the one you can get prepared seafood and gumbos and on the other they have live and fresh seafood.

If you're around Lakefront airport, definately give it a try.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Friday mind game.

This weeks friday mind game. Enjoy. VICTORY IS MINE!

There may be a flaw in that plan.

Every time I read a blog or forum about how much ammo to have on hand or what's the "right" caliber, someone always chimes in with the .22 argument.

You see, someone is sure to mention the TEOTWAWKI (the end of the world as we know it) scenario. At which point they say something along the lines of "Oh yeah, and I'll have $NUMBER rounds/bricks/cans of .22 for trading.

I've been thinking about this. (Yeah, I know, that's never a good sign.)

If everyone who's planning for this is stocking up .22 for trading and the people who aren't planning for this are quite possible going to suffer an inordinate casualty rate during the scenario, won't that mean that most of the people doing the trading will be the one's with only .22 ammo for trade?

Are we going to see things like this?

Survivalist 1: "I'll give you a brick of .22 for those 2 cans of beans."

Survivalist 2: "No thanks, I've already got 5000 bricks of .22 ammo. But I'll take that bottle of Tabasco sauce."

S1: "No way man. That's my last bottle. I'm saving it for when I find a Taco Bell that hasn't been looted. How about 3 bricks?"

S2: "I told you, what am I gonna do with more .22 ammo? I can't carry the stuff I have now. I'd kill for a Snickers bar though."

S1: "Tell me about it. Well, same time tomorrow Joe?"

S2: "Sure thing Sam. Give my best to the wife and kids."

S1: "Will do.

I'm just sayin.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Obama laid bare.

If you want a great fisking of the man's politics, history, actual statements and record. Go here. Hot Air does an excellent job.

h/t to Rachel Lucas's blogroll.


Sunday, October 19, 2008

The world's longest Saturday of a charter pilot.

As I mentioned below, I had an air ambulance trip starting yesterday morning.

Well, at the last minute, and I do mean last minute, they added another trip to the front of the day. They literally called 10 minutes before we were going to start prepping for the trip and added the new legs and told us to leave an hour earlier. That just wasn't going to happen. What with the converting the interior to med, getting the flight paramedics, nurses, equipment loaded etc. we took off right on time... for the original trip. Well, with the new legs, we started out an hour and a half late and just never were able to make it up.

The remoteness of the place we were picking the patient up, transportation delays, ground power problems, communications problems, it all just added to the time deficit. We ended up landing back in MO with half an hour of duty left and still needing to get the patient transported and settled.

The day originally had been tight on the time, and sneaking the extra trip in just blew that all to hell.

Anyway, we land in MO and dispatch calls and says we're staying there. Of course, they knew this before we took off on that last leg, but do you think they arranged a hotel, or a taxi or anything during the 3 hours we were flying? Nope. We finally cleared the airport at 10:30.

Add the hour in the morning to get up, get dressed, and get to the airport, and the hour after we left the airport to get to the hotel, checked in and to the room and we had ourselves an 18 hour day with 7 hours of flying. Doesn't sound like much but when you're stuffed in a Lear cockpit, it gets to wearing.

The guy whose brilliant idea it was to stuff an extra trip into this day is known for doing this and continuously busting duty and flight time regulations. And blaming the crew and medics when it goes pear shaped. Nice guy. A real diamond.

Right, back to the trip. After minimum rest we're back at the airport this morning. The only fuel available is self service. That slowed us down a bit more. We finally got back home at 10:30 this morning.

Quick clean the airplane, taxi it over to the hanger. Jump out, jump in a Baron and fly up to Wichita to get one of our other Lears out of the factory and down to home.

Paper work, paper work...

I got home just before 4 p.m.

My Saturday lasted 34 hours.

If I could just get the fun days to last that long.

Overnighting in MO turned out to be a blessing of a sort. If we'd come home last night, they would have flown us up to ICT then to bring the other Lear back. That would have been fun... er.

On a completely unrelated note, I've had this Friday's mind game song running through my head all weekend. It's driving me nuts. There may be a flaw in my master plan to rule the world. Hmmmm.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Friday mind game.

Here's your friday mind game. Enjoy. Over and over and over and over. In your Mind. I shall rule the world!

Alternate version here. Aren't you glad I didn't use that one?

Lite Blogging

tonight. I've got an air ambulance to OOOooo-taw then Missouri and back. It'll be a long day. See y'all in the funny papers.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Why I shoot.

RobertaX ask a question on her blog and I think we should turn it into a Meme.

It's a good question. And I think the answers could be as varied as the people who choose to answer it.

Why do I shoot.

I could talk about the responsibility of self-defense but that's said much better, by more eloquent fellows than I, here and here.

Roberta said it very succinctly when she stated:

Just wanted to be good enough to be able to say NO! to bad guys in a language they could understand.

Others feel that it is enough just to be able to exercise a God given right.

Let's face it, we don't live in a world of rainbow unicorns and care bear hugs. We live in a world where a portion of our race looks on the rest of us as a resource to be exploited. A walking ATM, if you will. A means to the next fix, the next whatever they want without having to work for it.

I'm not going to rant on the ills of our society or the failure of whatever is the current demon. It is what it is and I have to live in it. And that's the crux of the issue. I live in this world and I want to continue to do so. And no one has the right to take that from me.

Why do I shoot? Why do I carry? Because I will not "go gentle into that good night,".

Wednesday, October 15, 2008



As well as sending out a few email blegs for knowledge I'm going to ask you, my faithful reader, for info.

I’m breaking into the reloading market. I’ve got a couple of Sheriff’s feeding me their brass from their range days, so I’m piling up the .308 brass. One of them even recommended LMT 30-31 powder for the rifle ammo. I’m looking at CCI for the primers and I’ll figure out a source for good jacketed bullets for both the .308 and .45ACP. What I need is a good book. More specifically a good technical book on reloading both rifle and pistol.

Monday, October 13, 2008


In an effort to cut the delivery time and undercut the competition for the far east trade Christopher Columbus sailed west. Ran smack dab into an entire new hemisphere and named it after the guy who mapped it 20 years later.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Warning: Political Post.

I had a strange conversation yesterday. I got a call from a friend in town. We hadn't talked in a while. Turns out her phone died and she'd lost all her phone book when she got her new phone. But that's beside the point.

Anyway, we're talking about life, job, general stuff, when she asks who I'm voting for. Since I'm very reticent about talking politics with anyone, I was a bit hesitant to answer. But I bit down hard and told her I was voting McCain/Palin. Actually, I'm voting Palin/Flu. But that's another blog. Anyway, she launches into a low orbit.

First she says Palin abused her power as a governor. I asked her what Palin did and she admitted she didn't know, she just knew she abused her power. I don't know who said it, but you're right. People don't read the news, they read the headlines.

Next she said, wait, let me relate this as best as I can remember.

Her: "Vote your collar!"
Me: "Vote my what?!?"

Because I could have sworn she said something else. And while I have German/Jewish/Spanish/Native American blood in me I'd never been accused of being that color.

Her: "Vote you C-O-L-L-A-R!"
Me: "Oh... my collar. What do you mean?"

At which point she proceeded to school me on how the Demican's are the working man's party and the Republicrats are the party of the rich and snobbery. How McChurian is gonna tax everyone and the Obamassiah is only gonna take it from the rich. Who are gonna take it lying down and wouldn't never ever never dream of passing that cost on through their businesses to us leettle pweoples. And I should vote with her because my collar is blue. Which she assumed because I don't make tons and tons of rupees. Now, while my current position has me at about 20 grand below the national average for my job, that does not make me anything other than struggling.

Right. Umm.... The Democrats stopped being the "working man's party" back in the eighties or there abouts. The Democrats have since become the Socialist Party in all but name.

Don't get me wrong. The Republicans aren't much better these days.

This election, more than any other, isn't about any of those old traditional demarcations of people in this country. It's about preserving and protecting our basic human rights. Dare I say it? Our constitutionally guaranteed (not granted, see that?) basic human rights.

On the one hand we have a candidate who has demonstrated in his campaigning that he will trample on the 1st to suppress any dissenting opinion of his messianity (Yes, I'm talking about you Barrack). How do you think he's gonna treat the others if he has that little respect for the first one.

The other paw has a guy who's done nearly the same thing, only the MSM jumped all over him about it and at least he had the decency to wait till he'd been in the senate more than 30 seconds to try it.

Her response to this was she doesn't own guns, so it won't affect her. (You ever want to slap your forehead with you hand... while it's holding a brick.) Hello? It sure as hell will when they slam the concentration camp gate behind your skinny ass. That is one, count them, one of the twenty seven (27) that we have. And I didn't even use that one as the example. Where's a brick wall when you need one.

Like a lot of you out there I've been left with the only option being hold my nose and vote for the least objectionable one. Yippee us, huh.

If you find yourself at the polls in 3 weeks thinking that you collar of all things matters in this election. Just think for a second. You may very well be trading in your collar for a yoke.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008

Friday mind game.

Here's your Friday Mind Game.

Hey, it was either this or Rock Lobster. You wanna make the call?

Acorn Mess

H/T to Rachel Lucas for her fisking of the ACORN groups actions in many many states.

The reaction from the MSM on this scandal is deafening, just deafening. Oh wait, it's more like crickets and tumbleweeds.

I'm stopping being surprised and starting to be pissed off.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

The Return of the Son of Life of a Charter Pilot

It's been a long day.

I hate Air Ambulance trips.

It's been a long day. It started at 5:15 this morning, and ended at 5 this afternoon. A fairly straight forward air ambulance run. Fly to Breda-land, pick up the patient and his daughter. Fly them both to the northern end of AD-land. And then a quick hop back home for beer and bagels. (No, those don't go together. But that's all I have in the fridge.)

The flying itself went off without a hitch, but the patient was intubated, barely conscious, and running more tubes than the London Underground. I hate these trips. I can't look at the patient without twinging with sympathy. You see, when I was a wee lad of all of 5 I slipped crossing the street one winter and ended up with a full body cast, a plate holding my hip together and a nice 10 day stay in an ICU bed. The cast didn't come off for 3 months, I had to make up the school I missed from my bed over the summer and there was a large question if I'd even be ready for school the following autumn. I came out of this a couple of steps slower than I used to be, an 8 inch scar running down my right hip and a very obvious phobia of needles. Seriously, all through grade school it used to take 2 full grown nurses to hold me down when they came to give all us kids our booster shots. I still can't watch myself being stuck with a hypodermic at the doctors even now.

Hey, we all have our hangups. Seen any spiders lately?

On the plus side, I got this neat castoring wheel, like they have on furniture, on the leg of my cast so I could drag myself around my room without scraping all the skin off those toes.

So, for me, I see the patients, strapped to the gurney, plugged full of tubes and leads and wires and I remember that I've been there. I remember what it was like to wake up in the middle of the night with only the eerie beeping of the monitors and dim glow of the red LED's and green monitors. Knowing no matter how hard or fast I press that call button I won't see anybody till long after I've lost myself to the imagined monsters and goblins that inhabit the cold and sterile rooms of the hospital wards.

I can't help but put myself in their place.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Why I carry.

There was a shooting in a Knoxville Mall earlier today. My sympathies go out to the victim, co-workers and families in this.

Again, I'm NOT saying that being armed would have prevented this. I AM saying that just because thinking someplace is safe, doesn't make it so. If wishfull thinking worked, we'd all be living in mansions with Lexusii in the driveways. Violence can and does happen anywhere. All it takes is a sick or twisted individual to make it happen. Leaving your self-defense tools at home because you're "just running down to the store, won't be a minute" makes no more sense than leaving your spare tire and jack home because you're "just driving around".

Like the commercial says, life comes at you fast.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

life... or a reasonalbe facimile thereof.

The Gun Nuts: TNG show was a great one again.

The debate is just pissing me off.

That is all.

Monday, October 6, 2008


I'm a bit light on the posting today. I'm trying to get caught up on my tivo from this weekends "vacation". Lots and lots of really good TCM. And no commercials. Movies like The Fountainhead, The Maltese Falcon, Casablanca, A Night at the Opera, Touch of Evil, etc. I'm in black and white heaven. So, obviously, not too much on the news watching front. Other than the Dow dropping another, what, 8 gazillion points today. Gotta love the bail out bill.... or not so much.

Leading man material....

Your result for The Classic Leading Man Test...

Humphrey Bogart

You scored 55% Tough, 10% Roguish, 29% Friendly, and 10% Charming!

You're the original man of honor, rough and tough but willing to stick your neck out when you need to, despite what you might say to the contrary. You're a complex character full of spit and vinegar, but with a soft heart and a tender streak that you try to hide. There's usually a complicated dame in the picture, someone who sees the real you behind all the tough talk and can dish it out as well as you can. You're not easy to get next to, but when you find the right partner, you're caring and loyal to a fault. A big fault. But you take it on the chin and move on, nursing your pain inside and maintaining your armor...until the next dame walks in. Or possibly the same dame, and of all the gin joints in all the world, it had to be yours. Co-stars include Ingrid Bergman and Lauren Bacall, hot chicks with problems.

Find out what kind of classic dame you'd make by taking the
Classic Dames Test.

Take The Classic Leading Man Test at HelloQuizzy

Friday, October 3, 2008

Perimeter is set.

Can't type long.

I've got a few man-traps and a line of claymores set. The perimeter check okay at 2100 hours, but I lost comm with the OP about 15 mikes ago.

Those kids have been probing the wire all day and that 5 year old can move like a demon-spawned panther.

I don't know if I'll get to post again this weekend, they've pushed me back to this point and my final redoubt doesn't have internet.

That's it, the south wire is reporting heavy contact. It's me or those kids.

Edit: May $DIETY have mercy. Those kids are all over the place, I've got no lines left, I'm calling a Broken Arrow down on my head, hunker down boys. It's gonna get ho

{Transmission Broken: 0341Z}

(The Wii Bowling has thrown my shoulder out and all these kids run on is Ramen Noodles(tm)).


I've got nothing today. Sorry.

See y'all tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Senate Roll Call Vote

Why am I not surprised....

The 74-25 roll call by which the Senate approved a $700 billion rescue package for Wall Street aimed at preventing a credit crisis.

On this vote, a "yes" vote was a vote to approve the package and a "no" vote was a vote against it.

Voting "yes" were 39 Democrats, 34 Republicans and 1 independent.
Voting "no" were 9 Democrats, 15 Republicans and 1 independent.
Sessions (R) No; Shelby (R) No.

Murkowski (R) Yes; Stevens (R) Yes.

Kyl (R) Yes; McCain (R) Yes.

Lincoln (D) Yes; Pryor (D) Yes.

Boxer (D) Yes; Feinstein (D) Yes.

Allard (R) No; Salazar (D) Yes.

Dodd (D) Yes; Lieberman (I) Yes.

Biden (D) Yes; Carper (D) Yes.

Martinez (R) Yes; Nelson (D) No.

Chambliss (R) Yes; Isakson (R) Yes.

Akaka (D) Yes; Inouye (D) Yes.

Craig (R) Yes; Crapo (R) No.

Durbin (D) Yes; Obama (D) Yes.

Bayh (D) Yes; Lugar (R) Yes.

Grassley (R) Yes; Harkin (D) Yes.

Brownback (R) No; Roberts (R) No.

Bunning (R) No; McConnell (R) Yes.

Landrieu (D) No; Vitter (R) No.

Collins (R) Yes; Snowe (R) Yes.

Cardin (D) Yes; Mikulski (D) Yes.

Kennedy (D) Not Voting; Kerry (D) Yes.

Levin (D) Yes; Stabenow (D) No.

Coleman (R) Yes; Klobuchar (D) Yes.

Cochran (R) No; Wicker (R) No.

Bond (R) Yes; McCaskill (D) Yes.

Baucus (D) Yes; Tester (D) No.

Hagel (R) Yes; Nelson (D) Yes.

Ensign (R) Yes; Reid (D) Yes.

New Hampshire
Gregg (R) Yes; Sununu (R) Yes.

New Jersey
Lautenberg (D) Yes; Menendez (D) Yes.

New Mexico
Bingaman (D) Yes; Domenici (R) Yes.

New York
Clinton (D) Yes; Schumer (D) Yes.

North Carolina
Burr (R) Yes; Dole (R) No.

North Dakota
Conrad (D) Yes; Dorgan (D) No.

Brown (D) Yes; Voinovich (R) Yes.

Coburn (R) Yes; Inhofe (R) No.

Smith (R) Yes; Wyden (D) No.

Casey (D) Yes; Specter (R) Yes.

Rhode Island
Reed (D) Yes; Whitehouse (D) Yes.

South Carolina
DeMint (R) No; Graham (R) Yes.

South Dakota
Johnson (D) No; Thune (R) Yes.

Alexander (R) Yes; Corker (R) Yes.

Cornyn (R) Yes; Hutchison (R) Yes.

Bennett (R) Yes; Hatch (R) Yes.

Leahy (D) Yes; Sanders (I) No.

Warner (R) Yes; Webb (D) Yes.

Cantwell (D) No; Murray (D) Yes.

West Virginia
Byrd (D) Yes; Rockefeller (D) Yes.

Feingold (D) No; Kohl (D) Yes.

Barrasso (R) No; Enzi (R) No.

Just stuff

So, the pic went pain-less-fully.

I'm off to visit friend up in Kansas for the weekend. I leave tomorrow, so I might be out of pocket for blogging for a while.

Not that they don't have internet up in Kansas. They do, or so I'm reliable told.

But they've got 3 boys under the age of 10, so I may be locked in mortal combat for most of the weekend.

Days off

It's my first day off in 3 weeks. I get this week and then because they started floating my week off on me, I won't see another week off for 6 weeks. They did say one week per month.

Anyway, what do I get to do on my first day off? I get to go into work. It's an "optional" thing, but everybody got a call yesterday making sure they were coming in.

I know, I know, whine, whine whine....