I Should've Issued A Warning
For those of you (HLK) who may have been concerned about the possibility of my unfortunate, and might I add very premature, demise, don't worry. I'm still sucking up oxygen. There are moments, this being one of them, when I don't always find the time to goof off on the computer (if I can check my email once a day, that's about it), and I don't always post stuff here on P&S. Sometimes I can put up new things frequently, other times I could go a week or so. Sorry, it's just the way of the world.
But I managed to get a free moment this evening so I've been catching up on emails (I owed about 10 to people who've sent me stuff the past week or so), and I figured I'd throw some more nonsense on here.
This week and next I'm in another training class at work. Police Administrator school. Ooooooh, what fun this is. Sure it's grooming me to (one day) be an executive within my agency, but I still don't really have any idea when I might anticipate a promotion to Lieutenant (this class is mostly for Lieutenants and higher - only me and like 1 or 2 other Sergeants in the class). But I guess that when my promotion comes around, I'll be prepared for it. I'll be prepared to make that sweet $, that's for sure!
At the end of the month I'm going to see the Pat McGee Band play a show in College Park. That should be a blasty. Looking forward to that. But, even more than that, I'm looking forward to the start of hockey season. Like HLK was nice enough to point out, "15 days....." Oh yeah, it won't get here fast enough for me. I'm a junkie and I need my freakin' fix. I got tix for the home opener on Saturday the 7th. I even sprung for good seats in the lower section (I spoil myself that way sometimes). Damn that's going to be a good time.
Oh, and I have two things for good old HLK. 1. You're going to need a new name once the season starts. You can't very well refer to yourself as "Hockey Less" anymore. And, 2. "He's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!" Nice Fargo reference.
But I managed to get a free moment this evening so I've been catching up on emails (I owed about 10 to people who've sent me stuff the past week or so), and I figured I'd throw some more nonsense on here.
This week and next I'm in another training class at work. Police Administrator school. Ooooooh, what fun this is. Sure it's grooming me to (one day) be an executive within my agency, but I still don't really have any idea when I might anticipate a promotion to Lieutenant (this class is mostly for Lieutenants and higher - only me and like 1 or 2 other Sergeants in the class). But I guess that when my promotion comes around, I'll be prepared for it. I'll be prepared to make that sweet $, that's for sure!
At the end of the month I'm going to see the Pat McGee Band play a show in College Park. That should be a blasty. Looking forward to that. But, even more than that, I'm looking forward to the start of hockey season. Like HLK was nice enough to point out, "15 days....." Oh yeah, it won't get here fast enough for me. I'm a junkie and I need my freakin' fix. I got tix for the home opener on Saturday the 7th. I even sprung for good seats in the lower section (I spoil myself that way sometimes). Damn that's going to be a good time.
Oh, and I have two things for good old HLK. 1. You're going to need a new name once the season starts. You can't very well refer to yourself as "Hockey Less" anymore. And, 2. "He's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!" Nice Fargo reference.
posted by P. at 6:15 PM
2 Comments:
Alright I get the message, but I'm a Mom - the worry thing is big, plus when you add bad guys and guns...sheesh! Thank you for the "I'm still alive" update - I can blow out the candles.
I am so excited...MY TICKETS ARE HERE!!!...MY TICKETS ARE HERE!!! They only looked at me a little funny at the post office (they are used to me) as I happy danced around :) I am in Section 104 Row S Seats 21&22 if you want to say "Hi". Pay no attention to the Mother next to me, she's only pretty much my favorite person to go to games with.
Glad your still breathing :)
Next time "Don't make me call the flying monkeys" W.W.
Only 16 'till the home opener...Only 16 'till the home opener...Only 16 'till the home opener...
OK - 12 days is my LIMIT on breathing checks! The candles are lit etc...
Maybe it's too much time in the ER lately but I've had the need to check up on folks.
4 days...4 days...4 days...
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