You Just Can't Make This Stuff Up

I speak of the nitwit that goes by the name of Justine Winter. She is the selfish bitch (there are better words but this is a family blog) that decided to kill herself once her boyfriend cut the crazy ho loose.
In text messages to him she basically said well...Im going to kill myself. She attempted to end her life by driving at 85mph down a long stretch of road and then, instead of lining up a tree to eat, she crossed the highway and slammed into a car carrying a woman and her 13 year old son. Worse still, the woman was 4 months pregnant. The accident killed all of them.

Does the story end there, with a harsh jail sentence? No of course not. This is Amercia after all, the land of the unexpected, the tried and true and of course, the frivolous lawsuit.

Yes lawsuit. This little ahem, person, is suing the estate of the woman she killed claiming (good Lord I cannot believe the court didn't thump the attorney who filed this on the head with a dump truck full of walrus crap) claiming the woman she killed Erin Thompson, was operating her vehicle in a negligent manner. Yes the woman driving her young boy home from a school event, driving along at 30 mph, in her own lane, on he side of the highway, obeying traffic laws and such...it was her fault. Not the person who crossed into oncoming traffic at 85 mph. Seriously. Did this really happen? Are you guys messing with me? No. It happened. Her and her Dad Randy Winter, also filed suit against three separate companies that are supposed to maintain the particular stretch of road the attempted suicide took place on.

The suit was filed in the court by Justine's lawyer Dooshy MacBaggums, and apparently the court felt that this big steaming pile of crap had some merit to it. Really? Are you guys in Montana that bored? Are you just following the trend of screwing the victim? This poor guy lost his wife, child and unborn child in an act of recklessness, a deliberate intent to hurt and you've allowed a suit to be filed against him??? Wha????

In a perfect world the judge would have read proposed lawsuit, chuckled heartily, then grabbed the lawyer by the lapels and thrown him out the nearest window. But alas, we do not live in a perfect world. We live in America. While I love my country, people take this whole "it's my right" shit waaaayyy too far and until someone in the courts system grows a pair and puts an end to this nonsense, it will continue to happen.

As far as I know, nothing new has developed in the case of the killings of these poor people. The little snot could get up to 200 years in prison without chance for parole, and she is going to be tried as an adult....but we'll see.
Lets hope justice prevails in this one and the Thompson family is spared a long trial and of course, having to deal with that moronic lawsuit.

Sunday

Well, here it is Sunday afternoon. The weekend is wrapping up. The weather here lately has been no less than miserable. Temps have been in the 90's for the last month and we have had and I shit you not, less than an inch of rain in that time. Everything is dead. The grass is pretty much burned. It would be none existent if I had not violated the townships 'watering ban'. The section behind my fence, the one that is free of dog urine, looks okay. Our plants are suffering. It hasn't been good.
Yesterday I took advantage of the cooler temps (only around 83) and went down to the Englishtown Auction. It is a massive outdoor flea market. You never know what you'll find there. Everything from coins, baseball cards, replica sports jerseys to fresh veggies and fruit brought in that morning form local farms. Not to mention the people. Lordy talk about people watching. If this is something you enjoy, the market is for you. People in all sizes colors and states of dress. It makes for an interesting walk.

I try to go a few times a year. I usually don't buy anything but you never know what you'll see. I did get some nice tomatoes and some peaches for Mags.
Mags was down and out yesterday so she didn't venture out. Today she got up early and made some raspberry muffins and brownies and she felt good enough for a trip to our local Wal-Mart. We may be buying me a laptop soon as my trusty Dell is sadly on it's last leg. This has been such a good computer but I have had it almost 7 years and never had a problem with it. I'll keep it because there is still a lot of stuff on it we will use and the new computers all have Windows7 and the programs I have won't work on Windows7. So we browsed at Wal-Mart and nothing really thrilled me.
CrazyDog got grrrroomed yesterday. Thank you Jaime for making the dog look less like a lunatic who just spent three years in the jungle living off berries and squirrels and more like the little heart-breaker he really is. I'm telling you, wherever I go with this dog he gets all kinds of compliments. Two words. Chick.Magnet. Woof.

Tonight I'll be making a chicken marsala dish. Mags has already whipped up a salad and if I were a betting man, I'd say she was having a catnap in the chair downstairs. Me, I'm just sitting writing this listening to some tunes on my computer.
And, are you ready? It is raining. Yes. Just a sprinkle but I'm hoping the skies open and it pours. The temps have actually dropped and it could almost be a fall day.

So that's it. Exciting right?

Maybe BP is the Root of All Evil

Well things are rolling along at a placid pace here in my little slice of the scorched Atlantic corridor. We just watched the end of the PBS special regarding Sir Paul and his appearance at the White House. This guy still puts on a great show. We missed the first hour whilst catching up on "Rescue Me" but thankfully we are in a certain area of the country where we have three different PBS feeds and it will be repeated at 10 so I set up the DVR. God I love that DVR machine thingy. Technology...

Speaking of technology. I was sitting with some of my coworkers before clocking in and we were discussing the BP fiasco. I said "it is amazing that we have the technology to build a spacecraft, send that spacecraft on a five-year journey to Mars, the machine will rove the terrain of this far-away planet and even collect and analyze soil samples for goodness sakes! Why can't we fix a f**king hole in the ground??"
My coworker Tom, an older gentleman who is very cool and very wise looked at me and simply said "that's because BP didn't design the Mars Rover." So true Tom. So true.
Can you imagine if BP did design the Mars Rover? It would be gone for ten years and when it finally touched down it would be in a sand trap on a golf course in Tempe and when the soil samples came back, the folks at "BP Mission Control" would be pissing themselves with excitement because "the terrain on Mars is just like the terrain in Arizona!!" Meanwhile poor ol' retiree Albert is trying to pry the rover off his golf ball which laded in the trap ten seconds ahead of the misguided MarsCraft.
Suddenly though, as Albert is just about to wedge his new Titleist free from the foot of the Mars Rover, it would spring a leak and spray Albert with a mixture of oil and "hi-test" rocket fuel. Killing him instantly and destroying every blade of grass and living creature in the confines of the "Happy Hills Retirement Community". It would then rise up powered by the remaining fuel, spiral out of control and crash into the densest, driest parcel of forest and start a forest fire that will for all intensive purposes, destroy the entire west coast, burning it to a crisp.
Then, under intense scrutiny from everyone from the concerned citizens that are left alive, the EPA, President Obama and those yeast-infected wingnuts on 'the View', the latest in what will be a long string of successors to the BP throne will up-sticks and quit, all the while whining about how he "just wants his life back."
(As I am sure the people who died in the oil-rig explosion do.)

On top of all this, rumor has it BP was pivotal in the release of mass murderer Abdel Baset al-Megrahi, on a 'compassion' pass or something because the cock-bag supposedly had three months to live, due to prostate cancer. You'll be consumed with joy to know that a doctor has since checked Killer-Abdel out and he seems to be okay, may even live another ten years. Awesome. Just think how many more planes you can blow out of the sky in ten years. But hey, BP can drill for oil in Libya now. High-fives all around. I don't know all the details but here is an interesting article
Uggh maybe Im just angry at the crazy crap going on around with these dipshits...

This and That

Firstly, Happy Birthday to Mags. Thursday was her B-day and as you know Ive been lazy about posting. So Happy birthday QT.

Lots going on here. Lots of stressful events which, for our privacy (and what remains of our sanity) I won't get into.

So King James is going to Miami. Do any of us give a rats ass? No. Only the people in Miami. Weird that people in Cleveland were burning LeBrons jerseys in the street. I'm like "Dude. You probably paid a hundred bucks for that Jersey!" I guess since the economy is so good people can afford to just throw money away. And If anyone feels that way, Ill send you my address and we will put it to good use. We'll probably just do something silly with it. Pay a bill, get prescription medicines, you know....we're kooky like that.

It finally rained yesterday. Granted it was only for an hour or so but the Earth here in Jersey is literally scorched. We have a water basin next to my place of employment that is usually a couple of feet deep, complete with Canadian Geese, little swallows flitting down to snipe water-bugs and of course, hundreds of the tiniest frogs I've ever seen. By Friday it was nothing but a dried layer of pond scum sitting on the ground. There is a 'water restriction' in our town, so watering can only be done by hand-held hose or watering can. I'm sneaky and put the sprinkler out back, but only for ten minutes or so. Just to keep the grass from combusting.

Work has been a little crazy. For one thing there is no A/C. And by ten am it is about 90 degrees inside. Don't even ask what it's like by 130 or 2. I'm usually soaked with sweat(Sexy right?), stumbling around and mumbling incoherently about the singing penguins and the juggling mice. (Hey it's my heat-induced hallucination). Thankfully they've been giving us an extra break around one and some days they buy cases of Gatorade for us. So that is nice. Someone last week also snuck into the break room and lowered the thermostat 5 degrees. But I don't know who that was.

Hopefully today will be a day of relaxation. We need it.

Take My Face Off the Milk Carton.

So i havent blogged in forever. lots going on. Mags was again hospitalized and this time it was pretty bad. She spent a week in Intensive Care. She is now back to work and feeling better. Finally. She has been sick so very long and now, hopefully, she's back on track. It's hard to see someone you care about go through this. Harder still is when people ask you how she is and then say "she's still sick?? How can that be?" They just don't understand.

So work is busy, lots going on. We had yesterday off and the company had an "Employee Appreciation Day" at the local park. lots of food and an intense game of WiffleBall. lots of fun. Plus we got paid for the day. What could be better than that.

B.P. is continuing to destroy the planet, thanks for that guys. May the maggots of twenty dead manatees infest your underwear drawer.

Ive already watered my poor lawn. We are in kind of a drought situation here in Jersey. Scorching heat for two weeks and no rain in sight until next week. The forecast has several times promised rain but the rain just passes us by. Gonna be in the 90's from Sunday until Wednesday, when it may rain. Maybe.

So the boys from America are out of the World Cup. Thanks in no small part to the shitty officiating. Bad calls and non-calls sunk us again. And to the referees, see above regarding the whole underwear drawer thing.
Don't know whats going on this weekend. Might go to the shore tonight to walk the boardwalk. Playing it by ear.

So thats it. Hopefully I can get motivated to write more often. The news is full of crazy crap so we'll see.

Forgive me Father it Has Been Three Weeks Since My Last Post

So aside from laziness, the only excuse I can offer is that there is really not alot going on.

~We have been getting a ton of rain. As we do every year at this time here in New Jersey. When people ask me about the weather in New Jersey I say "Yes I love the three seasons of New Jersey." Yes three. We have Summer which lasts until about October 27, when it will be 85 degrees and Winter starts the very next day and the temps will be no higher than 40. Seriously. The leaves all turn color and fall off the trees that very day. So, we do have Fall, but it only lasts twenty seven minutes. If you're indoors you will miss it. Too bad for you, try next year.
Then on the twelfth of February, the third New Jersey season, Rain,starts. Rain is the period form February twelfth until about May 11th, when all we get is, well, rain. We've had about 9 inches of rain in the last two weeks. Seriously. Theres flooding, power outages, trees down..pandemonium. Soggy, damp, wet, miserable pandemonium. But on the 11th of May, the skies will clear and the temperatures will rocket into the 80's and we will start a sweltering summer. Yay.

~ The last rain storm was so bad, our power was out for 24 hours, and the hurricane force winds actually blew rain through the flashing on the side of our house and across the sub floor of our 2nd floor guest-room. I can't tell you how much fun Mags and Meself had fixing that. boy hardy!

~Mags has a dose of bronchitis and is currently an unhappy camper. Seriously can't the woman get a break?

~ I woke up under the weather yesterday and felt like not going to work. Couple that with the fact that it had been raining since Sunday and yesterday was the worse of all three days, torrential rain gale 30 mph wind gusts...the decision to stay home was easy. Of course crazy dog wanted to be out in the horrible weather all day. It was tough keeping him in the house.

~Work will be picking up soon. We will be taking on a lot more work. By 'we' I mean my coworkers Sean and Mark and Meself. I can't describe exactly what we do without going into a lot of detail but all I can say is we have no room now. They will be doubling our workload. Meaning we will need twice the space that we have now. We, as a company, have already outgrown the building we just moved into last year. I'm wondering how the heck we will do it.

~Very excited for the openening of the baseball season. All eyes will be focused on Fenway Park Sunday night for the season/home opener against the much hated Yankees of New York. I hope we take all three. I work with alot of Yankee fans and sometimes they are hard to take.

~Okay thats about it. Thats what Ive been up to....

Your Car is Now Safe to Drive

So I got up early thismorn and followed our neighbor Keith to his place of employment where he is the head guy in the repair department. We got there early, 815 a.m., early for a Sunday anyways.
The weather here is great today, really. No clouds, a nice deep blue sky and the temp is a balmy 53 degrees.
The ride was about 30 minutes and traffic was light. I was first in line at 8:15 and when the doors opened at 9, I rolled right in. The waiting area here is really nice. Several chairs and roundtop tables (which I made us of) and two large flat screens tuned to HGtv. There was also one of those fancy coffee/tea machines, which I also made use of.
I had a book with me so I made tea and settled in. I was distracted by the tv, however and got very little reading done. Hey, when you go into a house and rip it apart, then rebuild it...what do you expect. Guys like that stuff.
Long story short, two hours later Mags' Camry was now refitted with a new computer and safer gas pedal. And they washed the car for me.
Thanks to Keith and the staff at Brunswick Toyota.

Happy Birthday to Me

Seen here is Myself with my birthday present from Mags. A brand new grill. This is a new kind of grill. It cooks by convection? Instead of the flames directly hitting the meat, there are hoods over the flames and the grill sits on top of stainless steel plates that have hundreds of little holes in them. Im not too sure how it works, but it does.
My sister in law Steph went with me last weekend to pick it up but we were told we couldn't take the floor models so I had to have one assembled. It would be ready Monday Im told. So I call Lowes at noon and the grill assembly guy wont be in until later. So it will be ready by 7pm. I call Steph and tell her not to worry about it and could she do it tomorrow? She says her and Dave could and will do it tomorrow.
So tomorrow rolls around and I get a call from Steph. She is at the store to pick up my grill and there is a problem. (this is about 3 hours before my car crapped out on me by the way) Whoever assembled it put a massive dent in the front of the stainless steel panel. Dave tells them there is on way he is taking the grill like that.
So he gets the manager and the manager agrees to let him take a floor model after all. I tell Steph they can use their discretion about picking one out because they like the good stuff and won't take anything unless it is perfect. So they picked out the best of the bunch (which looks great as you can see) and drove it to my house.
They also gave me a card and in said card was a $15 dollar gift card for Wegmans, with a note saying "get yourself a couple of steaks or some burgers. Enjoy your new grill!" Nice huh?
So yesterday between Mags and Meself we got the grill from the garage, through the house and onto the patio. I then grilled some doggies and some burgers and later that night a London Broil. I think I'm going to really like this new grill, so thank you sweety! And thanks to Dave and Steph for picking it up for me.