The shuttle Atlantis went up on Friday.
Watched that, still amazing.
If a guy driving a race car around in circles at 200 miles an hour is considered an athlete, shouldn’t an astronaut be then also by default?
They go faster and have a lot more things to do then hold one foot on the floor and keep turning left?
Then again, is it not a sport because we don’t put stickers all over the shuttle?
I think we need to do that actually!
Get sponsors and advertise on the shuttle!
Yea!
We can make big money on that!
Have the astronauts walking down the bridge way with some pimped out patches all over there space suites.
We need to think more about this …

Lets see, the fox in our area had some babies.
They are so darn cute!

Wonder Dog went to the dog park again on Saturday.

Um, yea, I think that’s about it?

O, and of course what happened at work.
I already wrote this over at Bars & Stripes, but I am tired and don’t feel like coming up with some big long though line twice in one day so I am reposting it over here.
Deal with it, they are my sites so I can cheat if I want to!

Speaking of good old DT, or defensive tactics if you will.
This last week all of the DT in the world couldn’t have helped a coworker of mine.
He was working on an outside work crew, you know the guys picking up trash and cutting the grass out on the side of the roads.
Low and behold he hears a loud bang and the window next to his head in the vehicle he is using gets blown out.
Yea, good times right!
He was OK, the inmates under his care are also alright.
Kind of scary though isn’t it?
I had thought about it before, but this was the first time it actually sank in that things like that can happen.
I am always all about bring on the biggest baddest guy wielding a baseball bat and I will put him down.
Bring me a small guy in a black ninja outfit with nunchucks … and I will run!
Those things HURT!!!
I don’t know why but I kind of forgot about guns.
Is it because I am so used to dealing with people who don’t have them?
I just don’t know?
It’s kind of strange to think about to be honest.
The guys who work out on the side of the roads are in more danger then I thought.
First you have to watch for traffic, then for friends of the inmates, then enemies of the inmates such as victims, co-defendants and friends/family of there victims.
Then also rival gangs and of course X inmates and other people who just hate correctional officers.

So, that was that.
That’s my little blurb about work this week and now to go work on my other website.
How and/or when did this turn into a job?
Also, when will I start to get paid for all this work?