My budget request just got slammed. No new vehicle & no pay raises, plus have to cut my budget request by almost $100,000. I understand we don't have the money but you can't get blood from a turnip. Damn. I am so, so fucked

For the police gig?

Yes police. It means no new vehicles or equipment. Plus, I have to lay off an officer. The economy is taking a toll on a lot of small towns

ouch. I'm sorry

maybe you can steal some? 1 -- fewer cops means lower likelihood of getting caught. 2 -- you get money. 3 -- increased crime can motivate your budget hawks to grant you more money.

win-win-win.

But BS , I thought you LIKED yer Cruser Hoopty !!!
Hell its Prolly Pretty good Geto Camo By now ;)

Tea Party municipality, eh? Too bad you don't work for those generous-with-everybody-else's-money Democrats. ;)

Some shit heels vandalized our Rod and Gun club. The spray painted some letters on the shooting shack and the main sign. Some initials.

Asswipes. I think we should put up a trail cam, but I doubt they'll be back. Prolly some local knuckle heads drunk for the first time and feeling their oats.

fuck them.

I eradicate any of that tagging I find (in my local area, in a couple houses radius of my house that is, I don't cruise the city with cleaning/sandblasting/overpainting supplies, but that would be a satisfying job, pissing on top of "their markings". fuckers) immediately.

Thats better.

The manager of the Bates Motel - Carmen - just called with the news that her grand daughter has died - at the ripe old age of seventeen. So Carmen needs to leave ASAP to be with her son back East somewhere and attend the funeral.

She asked me to fill in for her at the Bates and of course I said yes. Which means I will be putting in 14 hours a day over the busy labor day weekend starting tomorrow. :greenface

The plus is that I will make some badly needed extra money. But I wish it wouldn't have been at the cost of such tragedy for Carmen. :(

oh ouch, I'm sorry. But at least you'll get some cash in your pocket for more adventurin'

Went to see Grandad on Saturday as Mum was away.
He thought I was Mum.
I mean many people say we look alike, but I did introduce myself clearly. And Mum does not have pink hair.

He is rarely completely in reality now. He listens and responds logically, but not about real events.
He was talking to Mum the other day about the people who came to see him from New Zealand, and how good of them it was to come all that way. He also asks her quite often where she is living now, and how she will be getting home. Mum's lived in this house for 39 years.

He is happy though. When I was there I got him a cup of tea - which he drank half of (in a beaker, through a straw of course) and put a couple of bits of Milky Way on his tongue. He thoroughly enjoyed it. I then massaged his feet, and again he was relaxed and smiling.

So although I doubt he'll go with the drama of previous scares, I think he is slowly slipping away. I know some people can last years without traces of their previous personality, but he is terribly thin, prone to infection and overall quite frail. I can't help thinking that without the desire to hold on, he might well be ready to leave us.

It's not upsetting me as such, just a reality check.

Stay Strong and Smile for him Kiddo ,
think of the good times

I'm sorry Sundae. :(

My thoughts are with you.