They're tiny and they're teeny
Much smaller than a beany
They never can be seeny
The Atoms Family

Together they make gasses
And liquids like molasses
And all the solid masses
The Atoms Family

Neutrons can be found
Where protons hang around
Electrons they surround
The Atoms family


They're so small
(snap, snap)
They're round like a ball
(snap, snap)
They make up the air
They're everywhere
Can't see em at all
(snap, snap)

That's the song Morgan and Alexis were singing last night.

In retrospect, I have discovered two more travesties.

1.) I left off Warren Zevon from my playlist. HOW COULD I FORGET WEREWOLVES OF LONDON????

2.) not_hothead_yet pointed out...There were no candy corns. None. Zero. Zip.

What is WRONG with this, people?
****WARNING***** TONS of pictures follow. Definately not recommended for dial up users

From W, Alexis, Morgan, Max and C...We'd like to say we hope you had a Terrorrrrrrific Halloween!

Oh, the carnage! )

I leave for MEPS on Friday.


Oct. 30th, 2005 11:44 pm
After some serious marathon travel, I had time to sit down and resize pics.

Behold...The Wicked Weekend

Let's Defy some Gravity! )
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My connection is having major problems. I thought, at first, that it was the wireless that was dropping. The study does tend to get a little interference so I just assumed that's what it was.

However, I realized that my cable modem itself has been dropping. Cox is coming on Tuesday. They said they do see "abnormal levels" coming over my line.

I've tried taking off the splitter that goes to the TV and it is still dropping connection every 2-3 minutes. It's a pain in the ass.

So, I'm around, just frustrating as all hell to get online.
I got an email at 3:32 pm yesterday afternoon. It was from a temp agency I had registered with a few weeks ago. I'd answered several of these emails but always got the response "We filled it already".

So I saw these two jobs. One was $8.00 an hour and 8:30 - 4:30 Monday - Friday. They required 10,000+ keystrokes an hour. The other was 7am - 7pm, 7 days a week at $9.00 an hour. It required 8,000-10,000 keystrokes per hour. I took a little online test, not expecting to do very well as I don't have any *real* experience with data entry. I type fast, but the numeric keypad isn't as strong as the keyboard itself goes.

By the time I finished their test, the manager was about to leave and asked me to call her on her cell phone. I had pulled off almost 14,000 keystrokes per hour. She wanted me to come to the office at 7:30 this morning to fill out paperwork. So I did. She REALLY wanted me to take the one for 8 an hour. Problem is, it's in the direction of rush hour traffic. It's only 40 hours a week and it's a dollar less an hour. But I'd have to leave at the same time to get either place due to traffic patterns.

So I requested the one in the other direction. 9 an hour w/ overtime pay for 40+. It's 84 hours a week.

At least I'll be able to stow something away while I wait on waivers and shit from the Army.

I was sent directly to the job after the interview with Christy. It's working for the State Farm Catastrophe Team. It was interesting and somewhat surreal.

I'll be pretty much MIA till further notice, though.

*falls into bed*

A favor

Sep. 27th, 2005 11:53 am
A further favor from an earlier post.

If you don't support me, whatever you do, don't wish me dead. I'm sorry, but I firmly believe that negativity such as "You're just walking into a bullet" and "You're stupid if you think you won't die" can be completely prophetic.

If you have those thoughts, keep em to yourself. I don't wanna hear them. I am well aware and even a little scared, myself. But don't fucking wish me dead.

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Just went to retrieve one of the shutters out of the yard. While I was out there, I noticed the street looked funny. The water is up over the storm drain. Shin deep in the center of the street. Knee deep by the curb. This neighborhood doesn't flood. REAL hard for it to with the damn and all draining off into Jones Creek. I figure if the rain will slack up we will drain off okay. BUT...

As I was going into the bathroom to get a towel to dry off with...the toilet gurgled at me. I looked. Water is gurgling and bubbling and rising in the bathrooms.

This reminds me of Andrew. It's so much different than Katrina as we are on the Eastern side of it this time. The winds are only about 30 - 40 mph, but they are pretty steady and the rain is torrential.

Power flickers and flashes, but haven't had a full on outage yet. *keeps fingers crossed*

I think it's bad when you start memorizing these phrases.

Baton Rouge is under an "Inland Tropical Storm Warning". We're watching.

Also, people from Houston headed this way. So we have folks from New Orleans and now folks from the West and we didn't have room for the first run as it was.

*grips head*

Phones are spotty again. Traffic is horrendous. Rain has begun. I couldn't get to Keith and Kate's to get my book. I tried. Spent 3 hours in traffic. Gave up.

Are we there yet?
Okay. Shit. This looks bad. Real bad. The current NCEP model and forecast track and latest satellite loop are putting us nearer and nearer the eastern side of this storm. Bad fucking place to be.

This hurricane season is not only breaking records but it's breaking people. Not only in the form of injury and death, but financially and emotionally. Everyone is bickering and uptight (including me) and everything is going to hell in a handbasket 'round here.
So much to say.

The last few weeks of life have been crazy. (I know, I know. What's new, right?)

I lost my job. We had a major hurricane. I had some relationship struggles. I had some personal struggles.

March on Soldier )
To old friends! Sometimes they surprise you.

In other news...we're watching Rita. I'm starting to get this urge to go to a bar. Hurricanes, Ritas...all good drinks. Unfortunately, also really not something I can handle right now. This state can't take anymore. With each new track it goes a little further east. Looks like it might pay a visit to SouthWest Louisiana.

I read a little bit ago that if it hits Texas, it will be the first major hurricane to do so since Alicia in 1982. That was the one we evac'ed last minute for. It put 40 feet of a tree into my bed. It's what got me interested in the weather in the first place. I mean, I'd liked thunderstorms from the time I was a baby, but it really piqued my interest.

Anyhow...that's life in Louisiana today. Watching and waiting. Oh, and picture taking.

Queer Guitars and Prom Dresses )
Or something like that.

Went out shooting today. I only missed my target a couple of times. And 1 of those was a groin shot. I'm told that would at least disable someone.

I shot a .22 revolver, a .38 revolver, a 9mm semi-auto and a .22 rifle. My least favorite was the 9mm. Simply because my wrists apparently don't do what it wants them to and it jams on the reload. Oh well. It was really too large for my hands anyhow. My most favorite was a tie between the .22 and the .38 revolvers. The .22 holds more bullets, but they make smaller holes.

I definately shoot left handed. Left eye dominant. I *could* shoot right handed, but with the rifle, I'd be all leaning over the butt and such.

I kept my targets. I'm quite proud of them. I've only ever shot a gun when I was about 8 years old. I don't remember it. I figured I'd be all over the place.

Anyhow, pics follow. There are 9 of them. I'll put all but my favorite behind a cut.

This was the .38.

Shoot em up, Tex )

I gotta say. I don't think my dad realized when I've bugged him for years to teach me how to shoot that I was actually serious. I got home and he followed me around the house wanting to see my targets, praising me on a job well done and asking if I was actually thinking of buying a gun cause he knows a guy with a shop....

It was nice. I mean, I get along with my dad and all. But he was really interested in how I felt about it, etc.

The total downer of the day was that I got eaten ALIVE by the Louisiana State Bird. Seen here...

They were swarming. Everywhere. Eating me through my shirt. All up my arms. ALL over my face.

I need to go back and mark and take pictures of my targets. I didn't get a chance today.

Also, on the menu this evening was a movie. Watched "Without a Paddle". If you haven't seen it, go now to your nearest Video Rental. It's phenomenally funny and I actually cackled a few times. I don't often cackle.
I sit here having just checked the latest update on Ophelia.

I am having a terrible time resolving my feelings about things right now.

You all know of my love for hurricanes. I've always stated right up front that while I love mother nature and, more specifically, hurricanes, I do not like seeing anyone lose life or property. Unfortunately, Katrina, while a beautiful storm, did so much damage to life as I know it that I'm starting to take this shit a little personally.

Now Ophelia is headed for my boys.

What usually spares New Orleans and Jacksonville are these pressure fronts. Everytime a storm pops up it either rides straight up the coast or crosses the peninsula of Florida and smacks into the panhandle. On a rare occasion it steamrolls into Texas. But usually the Louisiana Coast and the Jacksonville area are spared the majority of the storms. Obviously, this is not the case this year.

Katrina has, for the forseeable future, really changed life here in the Baton Rouge area. Today it took me 3 hours to go about 8 miles. So many people. While we definately welcome the refugees from New Orleans and the Mississippi Gulf Coast, Baton Rouge is ill equipped for it. We are now the most populous city in Louisiana. But with all the people, we didn't get all the roads or housing or businesses. Houses that have yet to have the foundation poured are being sold. There's nothing to rent for miles around.

Now Ophelia is heading for my boys. Nathan and Madison. She's a baby. A not-so-well organized Tropical Storm. But my boys, you see, they live on an island. I'm worried about them. Not because this is an intense storm, but because these storms are really hitting home.

I took some cleaning supplies to Charlotte today. That was what took me 3 hours. The good news was that their house wasn't horrendously damaged. However, the area is unlivable for several months at the very best. So they will keep their rented place here. Totally uprooted.

The selfish side of me (which most of you know is pretty small), is glad she's here in town. It's good to see old friends.

Gaylen has yet to make contact. I hear rumor that he is alive and well and in town. But text messages have gone unanswered and I don't have an email address for him.

This hurricane season has found me a little less than pleased at the storms I'm seeing. It's breaking records left and right and if it keeps up, we may well run out of names.

Please, Ophelia, don't be too hard on my boys. Just be beautiful offshore and bring them waves upon which to surf and a cool breeze to ease their day.

Found Charlotte. She is safe and they have rented a house here in town. Currently she is with her uncle.

Still no word from Pop. I sent him a text and hopefully he will get it soon and respond.
Finally time to sit down and write a respectable update. I’ve been dizzy all day today and now I am happily laying on the couch listening to Kate, Keith and Cat playing munchkin. But I didn’t really feel up to the task of sitting upright and thinking.

I figured I’d shed some light on the last few days.

Warning...This is really long )
Just a quick update. We are on generator power that is running one window unit AC, a small dorm fridge and the cable modem.

Things in my city and all the surrounding cities have become damn near anarchy. The gas stations are being guarded by police and the lines are long. Tempers are hot and on one side you have people more than willing to help where they can and on the other you have people that are lashing out with violence and idiocy.

I am now armed wherever I go. Sad that it's necessary, ain't it?

I didn't mention this last week because I was still processing it, but on Friday before all of this hit, I lost my job.

Going to be rough going for a while.

I'll try to keep you updated as I can.

I have a feeling the actual processing of the unemployment is going to take a little longer than it normally would. I'm hoping that there will be lots of business popping up in the rebuilding industry. I can paint and have a little experience as a carpenter's helper.

On Tuesday I made an attempt to drive to Atlanta to see Nate and some other old friends. Fate was not on my side and due to the inability to find gas as well as certain people apparently not being okay with me being in their city at all, I turned around and came back. I ran out of gas right before the exit where K&K live and they came and got me.

It's good to know that friends who say they couldn't rest not knowing if you were okay during the storm can turn around and spend days angry that you were going to try to come visit after the storm when all the chaos set in.

I think through this I've discovered who the real friends are and am going to slowly whittle down that circle again. Not online, but in the real world.

Cell phone coverage is still quite spotty and apparently Cingular's voicemail system flaked out. I lost any saved messages I had and also lost any new ones that may have been sitting there. Text messages are usually your best bet.

Okay, going to go boil some more water for doin' dishes and continue the bathtub laundry venture.

I'll try to stay in touch as I can.



Aug. 28th, 2005 12:22 pm
Folks, it's all over the news. So I don't think I really need, nor do I really want to go deeply into it.

Suffice it to say, New Orleans will likely never be the same again. They are going to get ass-raped.

I'm about to venture out into the mass traffic jam that is Baton Rouge and pick up my prescriptions and hit the bank.

I'm worried. You guys know me. I love a good storm. But Katrina is a Bad Ass Bitch and I don't know what to expect.

This time, I don't think Louisiana is going to dodge the bullet.

I'll update when I can. Me and the kids are safe and sound and have plenty of stuff in the event of a loss of power.
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