Start your day with a DOA

Fourth of July. Two DOAs and a rescue. I don't even remember the rest. Oh wait, a guy got hit in the head by his son with a clock. You could say he got "clocked". MWAH HA HA HA.... give me a break people, I'm freakin' tired.

DOA number one, 63 years old and massive health problems. Didn't stop the family from gnashing their teeth and renting their garments. DOA number two, 30 years old and probably overdosed. Both in full rigor. Dead is easy to diagnose - well, unless you're an officer in our department. Whoops....did I actually write that? Hells yeah, I did.

So. The apartment is empty, I finally have internet and cable again (I was getting mighty tire of movies) and I'm overwhelmed by how much I have to do. I trimmed the bushes on the right side of my steps out front and came away with 5 bags of yard trash. And that was just ONE SIDE of the front porch. Damn bush had thorns. I attacked it and the thorns and bugs attacked me. I'm riddled with bug bites, bruises and scratches. Joys of home ownership.

My neighbors are busy-bodies. Apparently the elderly lady living next to me filled in the whole damn neighborhood on me. What little she knows anyway. The guy across the street brought me wine. He asked what I preferred and I said whites, then he brought me a red with a twist off cap. The thought counts anyway. He was just buttering me up. He's a house painter and needs work. The freak-a-leak across the street told me all about her alcoholic roommate and her whack-a-doodle dogs. She's got to be in her 60's and does hair out of her home. She's fishing to do mine. After seeing HERS....UM, NO.

I gotta got to bed before I start making sense again.

Thanks all!

Thanks to everyone who sent me a congrats today! Here are a couple of pics.


Until yesterday I'd never seen the stained glass in the sunshine!




Now THATS resilience!!

The deed is done

Holy CRAP! I'm a homeowner. For those who have asked, other than the last-minute phone calls regarding the amount my check was supposed to be for, the closing went as smoothly as it could have gone. I met the sellers, a nice young couple and their gorgeous baby girl. They gave me some insight into the house which was nice. They loved the house, but he was transferred for work and they had to go. They were relieved not to have two mortgages anymore. The next couple of weeks I'll be moving the little stuff until I can get some friends to give me a hand with the big stuff I can't move alone. My car's trunk is deceptively big but I'll be borrowing a truck this week.

Be patient guys, I'll be around. I'm working tomorrow and I'll try to update when I can!

Momma always said alcohol and motorcycles don't mix

It was a wild time in The Republic. Unfortunately, I was dealt the "sick person" cards while others contended with the 450-500 pound drug overdose (unfortunately the "speed balls" this guy loves so much has had little effect on his physique) and the motorcycle fatality. Me? I was trekking the 35 minute drive to the hospital while my first due area exploded. As is par for the course, we sat around all day waiting. I'd even remarked that one of those motorcycle operators was going to kill himself. One of my classmates texted me on her way to the call letting me know she was "going to F me up" because I wasn't available to take it and she was. Payback is a bitch. I'm always getting stuck with her BS calls.

Story has it that the deceased had been drinking heavily and was refused service. He left in a huff on his donorcycle, driving like an idiot. His girlfriend, also intoxicated, followed him. She honked her bike's horn from behind him, he turned to look at her and drifted into oncoming traffic. Head on collision at a high rate of speed. Apparently the air bag stopped him from killing the driver of the car that hit him. Another medic unit, enroute to the hospital with another patient from our first due came up on the accident right after it happened. The driver (EMT) said on the radio that he was going to roll the patient to start CPR. When I saw him at the hospital (after flipping me off, again because he was in my first due - like this is my fault people!) he said the guy's face was broken in two. Injuries incompatible with life. They slowed the responding units' responses and called it. The police shut down the road. We beat the engine back to the station.

*sigh* Anyway....I close on the house tomorrow. Wish me luck. I still haven't gone to the bank to get the certified check because I have no idea how much it needs to be. The title company still hasn't sent in the last piece of paperwork. They're trying to claim they got the paperwork on the 15th (it was sent to them on the 1st) and they haven't had enough time. Lying jerks. I've been assured that all will be there in time. The seller is flying in from Tennessee to attend. Like I need that. Geez just let me sign the damn paperwork.

Less than 24 hours to go.

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