I'm back working for PKK Lighting again, it's nice to have a paycheck, and I don't really mind the work. Occationally the co-workers can get to me. I have 3 uncles that work there, Burt Reynolds (AKA Dave), Ron and Dick. Dick talks politics a lot, and he thinks he knows everything. He wants us to be more sympathetic to the Native Americans but he's all for GWB's big wall to keep the Hispanics from "taking our jobs and stealing our charity." Then there's the guy I worked with today, Dustin, he's an outspoken Republican't. I almost hit him. I was able to tune most of his blabber out. Until we were walking around a large financial building testing all the emergency lights when he said, "We're not going in this one." The building had about 8 different institutions in it. I asked if we were short on time and implied that we could go faster if he wasn't waddling his fat Limbaugh-lovin' ass so slow. But I was wrong, we didn't check one office because it's "full of Arabs" and "they can fucking burn in hell for all I care." Well, that was about it for me. I polietly said, not all Middle Eastern people are terrorists... he cut me off, he doesn't care, they should all die for killing 3000 Americans in NYC. I didn't press the issue. Instead I changed the topic to my time in the clink, and how Uncle Dave was really a great family member to me during that time.
In other news, Bette's advice of reading Patricia's books helped and I'm sticking to a hay bed for my puppy - she really likes it. We start family dog training classes on Jan. 10th. Lucy is now a whopping 21.4lbs, she stands taller than Charlie and her new favorite toy is dirty socks. She likes wool hiking socks better than the sissy thin bike socks.
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It's a delicate situation when a crazy liberal dons a blue collar. Last week, I was helping my dad paint, and he took me to a bar in Hollandale for lunch. There was a Wisconsin State Journal on the table, and I tried to strike up a conversation about the cover story - problems with the new Dane Co. courthouse. But everybody else in the bar was captivated by the other front page story - a seven-legged whitetail deer. I just tried to avoid eye contact...
holy crap, seven legs, git yer guns warmed up! I done reckon we gonna bag us one of them. Too bad I'm not much of a righty anymore...
I was recently at the Courthouse, Megan had traffic court, her fine was waved because she flashed the judge. Thank God for ample bossoms.
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