Blog Jam!

Primarily these days i am caught between being exhausted by all the silliness and the stupid energy I'm wasting over the impending death of MCF and the raft of choices available as a replacement, none of which actually is a replacement, and being fairly happy because they caught the two kids who murdered my friend last month. It seems two 17 year old boys killed Jerry to get his chevy Impala. Now those boys are going to jail for life without parole. They would have earned enough money at minimum wage to buy a few Chevies, had they a more creative outlet for their energy, and Jerry would be here to celebrate Christmas with his family. The Marines are due here in two days, for our family Christmas, and the scientist thinks he'll blow in late tomorrow night after a last round of shopping in Amherst. The agency just renewed my contract for three years, so we're all happy with that. I am also cranking along in my application to be part of a team to restabilize and direct continuity of operations in a currently famous Mid-Eastern capital, on a one year deployment. That's a lot of MRE's. I tried to move this page into more of a winter appearance, but I couldn't find the tags to change the color of the text for "MC Halfway House" or "my page," so they stay babyshit brown. Sorry. We had a fire call at about five the other morning. I had been out on other calls from one 'til three and was really hoping for a little sleep when the pager went off for a structure assignment (read: 'house on fire!) at five. When we got there, the fire had been in an upstairs apartment, and extinguished by the police with drychem. It seems Ike and Tina were having a heated conversation when he stormed out at 4:30. So she collected his wardrobe and put it on top of the gas range and lit it up. Then it occurred to her that all that stuff was on fire, and that wasn't too good, so she grabbed it from the stove and ran it around the corner into the bathroom. It lit up the shower curtain, and the whole works flashed in there, igniting the plastic tub surround, melting the plastic medicine cabinet, and burning the vinyl wall paper off the ceiling. What a Christmas mess. She said she was cooking when the oil went up in the frying pan, so she used the clothes to knock it down. Only thing was, there weren't any frying pans out in the kitchen when we got there. She also stated she was born in 1983 and was 21 years old. Come on people... At least no one was burned. So, when you are considering how big your troubled are, or how passionately you must delete Akulas posts, just think what your life would be if you had any real problems, like Ike and Tina.