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Finally, the week is over. Just a quick update. We had a bunch of calls for service today, and the weather was unbearably hot.

Someone once said that on dayshifts, 'they' hit the crazy button at about 14:00 (2:00 p.m.). After that, it's call to call to call until quitting time. There's a lotta truth to that.

Anyway, about 16:20 (4:20 p.m.), during the height of the last afternoon, Good Ole Harv calls me on my cell phone and informs me that he has to go home, because his fence is breeched and his cattle might get out. That leaves 2 (me and Doug) on the road for the rest of the shift. Great! Sometimes it seems like you gotta decide if you're gonna be a farmer or a law enforcement officer. That's probably just crazy talk on my behalf. Life goes on in bizzaro world.

I'm just glad our 7-day break is finally upon us. More later.

Here is a little pic of Tommie Girl again, who is lying asleep in my lap as I type this. Today is Wednesday, meaning that we have only one more dreaded day shift to plod through before we go on our 7 day break. It's been a very busy week, and as I said before, we have been short-handed (what else is new?). This week, so far, has been pretty brutal. The temperature has hovered around 90 everyday, with extremely high humidity. Today is the first day out of the week that I have got home almost on time, without having to work over.

About 11:oo this morning, I was dispatched on a 10-58 (intoxicated) male, threatening 10-94 (suicide), weapons unknown. Pretty (potentially) volatile call. At the time of the call, I was coming through the lower end of a small municipality known as Watauga. There is a resteraunt there called 'Carol's Cafe'. As I passed it, I saw Good Ole Harv's car parked there and knew that it was lunch-time for him. While enroute to the call, Good Ole Harv Called the Watauga-dedicated unit on the radio (who should have been dispatched on the call originally, anyway) to meet him for lunch. The Watauga dedicated unit (9-1) advised Good Ole Harv that he was gonna back me up on the call, which he did. I'm really glad that Good Ole Harv got to eat his lunch in peace. Apparently there is no part of his concious that directs him to back up the men on his shift. It was really allegorical of how this whole week has gone. Luckily for me, the intoxicated drunk man agreed to go with the Rescue Squad for voluntary commital. Incidentaly, when 9-1 showed up, as the squad was loading said drunk suicidal man, he said to me: "can you believe him" (referring to Good Ole Harv).

Anyway, I guess that I am rambling a little bit. They worked on the new house a little more today, so that was good. I guess that's all the news that is news. As far as the rest of the day, it was junk call after junk call, but at least I got home just a little after quitting time. More later.

O.K., It's Sunday. We went to the new Lone Star Resteraunt in Elizabethton for lunch today. It was pretty good. They had a 'frosted' bar, which was coool. Rusti had a chopped steak and I had a Cheeseburger. I couldn't eat all of it. The only complaint I had, (which pisses me off immensely) is that we ordered an appetizer, which they brought out after our entre's arrived. I absolutely hate when that happens. I told Rusti that we should send it back, but she demurely just ordered a box for it. Oh, well.

Got to start the dreaded day shifts at 0-dark-thirty in the morning. I hope we have a good week, with no mental transports to Knoxville. Could we be so lucky?

We watched a couple of DVD's this weekend. "Annapolis" and "Syriana". "Annapolis" kinda sucked. I kinda liked it, but Rusti thought is was full of cliche's and was totally predictable. "Syriana" was kinda hard to follow, but, all in all, was a pretty good movie.

A couple of more links, and then I'm out,

http://www.imdb.com

http:///www.usna.edu///homepage.php

http://www.usma.edu/

http:///www.usafa.af.mil/

http://www.uscga.edu/

http://www.usmma.edu/