Deputy Koontz made it home to Kokomo. His funeral is this week. Gah. The videos brought tears to my eyes. On some closed LEO groups, the local law enforcement shared the processional videos along the highway from Indy to Kokomo when the troops brought his body home from the coroner's office. It doesn't matter how many times or who it is...my guts hurt and the tears flow. I made mention of that on a thread. An Indiana copper replied, "You cut one of us, we all bleed." It's true. No matter past or present, it still feels the same.
And Brussels. Here I am minding my own damn business, drinking coffee and watching the news...very, very early...when it came across the screen on television and then wallah! my friends who were in Brussels were on Facebook chatting it up. I gave them news feed and they posted info. and friends started helping them as they were on a train headed out of the city for a visit to Dusseldorf when it happened. Luckily the train was not hit. Rerouted to Dusseldorf for an extra day.
All about the bombings.
Those damn terrorists.
That's my attempt at terrorist haiku. It really should be rearranged but then it wouldn't be haiku. It's shit! Anyway, you understand what it is supposed to mean.
Thank God they were unharmed, but it put a big kabosh on some travel arrangements and convenience. Stuck in another city nearby at Starbucks with all their belongings in a flat in Brussels. Whew. They updated us all via the handy dandy internet. They are in Paris now, diverted to another way out.
Of course, incidents like these always create a national university emergency with all the students studying abroad. And how about that new feature on Facebook where it checks on you if you activate the GPS dealio and alerts all your friends you are okie dokie? Thank you, Mark Zuckerberg.
And now for some refreshing non-tragic information...
The Russian Bear blessed Bug and I with a rocket.Thank you so much, Russian Bear! I lurve rockets! I haven't flown one since my dad was alive. I am so excited. This is going to be epic. I'm sure we will capture it on film via Bug's phone and I will post it here. I am waiting for a special day soon to do this. Stay tuned. Meanwhile, check out his latest post, Wheel Gun Love.
Remember my Murphy? He is Otis reincarnate. I know it sounds creepy and he is his own dog, but it freaks me the heck out that he has some of Otis's mannerisms and at certain times, I feel myself whispering..."Otis?" They look nothing alike.
|And today he watched me get ready for work. Pervert.|
I am on a super strict lifestyle change plan that doth killeth me. It's called Countdown to Competition. Except, mine is fake. I'm not competing in any competition. I am just doing the food plan and exercise. Kill me now. I thought I was in so-so shape for an old fat farm girl. Puhlease. I have slipped. Basically, it is measuring all the fresh food I was eating and cutting down on my salad dressing and
condoms condiments. Now I have to measure them and boy howdy I found I was a little excessive on butter and salad dressing. Blah. I'm being monitored by a coach and checking into the gym everyday.
Man, it's like prison.
Have a jolly day, Boogie Man peeps! It's going to be about 65 or better here with a chance of drizzle.