A pre-post? A post before the post? Post aster the preparation?

Don’t worry, it’s a curse of the occasional stream-of-consciousness that I use in writing my posts. Sometimes.

And, of course, it means that I wrote it Thursday evening, even before I wrote my Thursday entry. Wanted to get the stream-of-consciousness thing out of the way, you know?

Any way, as you read this, I am cabbin’ it enjoying a rare day off with TMBWitW and MEG while wearing my Lighting Sharp polo. Hope you all have a great weekend.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

Deli on Monday, Cab on Tuesday and Wednesday. Today, I helped my adopted mom get my adopted dad home from the hospital after his coughing-up-blood incident Tuesday morning. Big mess, their son did the big clean up job, and Serv-Pro came in and did a bang up job of taking care of everything else.

Rob over at American and Proud has compiled a big ol’ list of TEA groups across the US. You might want to make some notes, in case something, you know, happens. Big ol’ tip of the Stetson to Texas Fred for pointing this out to me in the first place.

No, I’m not paranoid. They really are after us. Have you NOT been paying attention?

So – it seems the crazies have figured out that I’m not driving night shift anymore. Since my shift now ends about the time they are managing to drag themselves out of bed for another night of fun and games in Phoenix After Dark (remember Jenny?) I have been, for the most part, avoiding them. Until lately, that is. Seems that not all guys named “Michael” with deeper voices than James Earl Jones and built like a linebacker are all that masculine – “Michael” and his friend, “Roger” were dolled up and ready to go to a certain mid-town gaybar – as that night’s dragged out queens of entertainment. Eww. Yesterday, it was two very shrill – uhm – ladies that hired me at the end of my shift to pick them up from the “Gay” Denny’s (those of you who live in Phoenix will know exactly where I’m talking about) and take them, first, to a cell phone store so the smaller of the two (sorry, that just kind of slipped out. the not-smaller-of-the-two makes most football players look like they don’t know how to bulk up for the season) could pay her phone bill. She was very vocal about the fact that her bill was well over sixty dollars for the month. Vocal meaning sailors on the street were listening in for tips the next time they needed to be “vocal.” Second stop was at a Dairy Queen, for their dinner. Last stop was the apartment. Little Girl asked Not So Little Girl to pony up her share of the cab fare. Seems LG paid for dinner, and NSLG promised to help with the cab. Amazingly, NSLG couldn’t seem to find her money in her cavernous bag. This time, Marine Corps Drill Instructors were seen taking notes. All that, and she only paid the meter – no tip. It’s OK though. There are plenty of others that more than make up for the lack of decency of the few.

Earlier in the day, I had picked up a nice lady. I usually have KLOVE on the radio, and when there is no one in the car I sing along, since most of the songs they play we sing in home group or during our praise gatherings. This time, while the nice lady was int he car, the song “How Great Is Our God” by Chris Tomlin came on. When the chorus started, I started singing along:

How great is our God, sing with me,
How great is our God and all will see
How great, how great, is our God

Nice lady did, in fact, start singing with me. People like that really make my day.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

Got this in a forward – and since I am too lazy to check it out, and actually in agreement with the Judge, I’m not going to bother vetting it. After all, if the DemocRATS don’t have to vett, then I don’t, either.

FLORIDA COURT SETS ATHEIST HOLY DAY
In Florida , an atheist created a case against the upcoming Easter and Passover Holy days. He hired an attorney to bring a discrimination case against Christians and Jews and observances of their holy days. The argument was that it was unfair that atheists had no such recognized days.
The case was brought before a judge. After listening to the passionate presentation by the lawyer, the judge banged his gavel declaring, “Case dismissed!”
The lawyer immediately stood objecting to the ruling saying, “Your honor, How can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and others. The Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah, yet my client and all other atheists have no such holidays.”
The judge leaned forward in his chair saying, “But you do. Your client, counsel, is woefully ignorant.”
The lawyer said, “Your Honor, we are unaware of any special observance or holiday for atheists.”
The judge said, “The calendar says April 1st is April Fools Day. Psalm 14:1 states, ‘The fool says in his heart, there is no God.’ Thus, it is the opinion of this court, that, if your client says there is no God, then he is a fool. Therefore, April 1st is his day. Court is adjourned.”
You gotta love a Judge that knows his scripture!

May this holiday weekend be full of blessings for you and your family. Happy Resurrection Sunday!

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

I’m headed over to a meet and greet with Lori Piestewa’s mother, Jessica Lynch and her little ones, and others from the group that survived that day of ambush in the desert seven years ago. (update: didn’t happen. my contact wasn’t able to make it due to a family matter, so i just made the trip there and back without meeting any of them. bummer.)

Last week was the week of car horns. I was at Costco filling up TMBWitW’s car before our road trip to Kingman, and I was trying to get a movie started for MEG in the back seat. I had the back door open, and was leaned in past her to reach the portable DVD player. An older gentleman laid on his horn, hard, as opposed to a quick tap to let me know he was there, and it about caused a heart attack. I came out of the car, looked at him, and he inched by with his window down, so I could hear his sarcastic remark: “Thank you for being so kind and helpful and letting me by!” The car ahead of me had left, and he was in SUCH a hurry to get going that he had to squeeze by me to get started on pumping his gas. Words failed me.

Thursday and Friday I was in a cab, and both days it seemed like the entire area would have been paralyzed without car horns. Normally, people are in a rush, but just swerve around issues and idiots; if someone doesn’t move as soon as the light turns green someone in the line behind is usually in enough of a hurry that a quick tap on the horn is enough to catch the attention of someone daydreaming. I was in a left turn lane, and heard a siren coming from my left. The turn arrow came on, and the guy right behind me laid on the horn, hard, and I lost it. I slammed the cab into park, jumped out, and went back to discuss the proper use of the horn in traffic. Most of my remarks were drowned out by the emergency vehicles going by at the moment, and when I finished yelling the guy looked at me and said, “Sorry, didn’t know there were sirens coming.” I reminded him that if he was in that much of a hurry, his two choices were going around or leaving his house earlier. He didn’t like either one. Later on, I was flagged down by a lady at a bus stop. I was way ahead of the crowd headed down the street, so I pulled to the curb, expecting her to jump in. Instead, she wanted to discuss how much it would cost to get her somewhere. I was just about to tell her to get in when a lady in a minivan behind me laid on her horn. I’d had enough of horns by then. I jumped out, walked back to her and asked her if her horn needed to be fixed? She looked at me like I wasn’t speaking her native language (I wasn’t, but that’s beside the point) and started cussing me out. I asked her what she would have done if it had been a bus, instead of a cab? She looked confused for a moment and then said “well, I guess I would have gone around.” “Bingo, lady. Go around. Quit blowing your horn unless you want to wear it in an uncomfortable position.” I got back in and took my passenger to her destination. On the way, we passed the bus, and the lady in the minivan ended up stuck behind it while the traffic around her zipped by…

One of my last rides on Friday was a non-emergency medical run (also known as vouchers) for an older lady and her mother. WHen they got in the cab, they had a rather distinct odor about them – if you have ever smelled what cat urine on clothes smells like, then you know what I’m talking about. It didn’t seem to affect them. Every time the breeze shifted, it sure affected me. The odor was treatable – that’s why I carry a can of Febreeze in my briefcase. However, when I got to the car wash to clean up before I turned in, I noticed that the back seat floor mats were covered in cat litter. Used cat litter. My guess is they walked through the cat box on their way out the door and didn’t notice.

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!

Well – here we are, about a month and a half since the last post. (made you look!) Lots going on, with very little time to actually sit down and blog. TMBWitW is on “fur-cation” this week, I worked in the deli on Monday, stopped by Harold’s house to ship some eBay stuff and went to Kingman yesterday; and I was going to be driving a cab today except that we didn’t get back from Kingman until 0130 this morning. You are welcome, drivers on the streets of Phoenix, I am not trying to drive a cab on three hours of sleep. We did, however, get to see cousins and friends while we were in Kingman. Good times! Also found out just how badly TMBWitW hates traffic circles, and that we don’t communicate well when one of us is awakened from a power nap during the drive: I had asked her to drive about an hour north of Wickenburg, and she did. Just as we were coming into town, she woke me up and asked how to navigate the new traffic circles that bypassed downtown Wickenburg. I told her to get in the left lane, and when the exit came up, I said “OK, exit right.” I think she thought I was going to say ” … NOW!” after that. We went around the circle again, and I told her to turn right when the exit came up. She did. The thing is, there is another circle right after that. I told her to get in the left lane again (she had wandered over to the right lane) and while we were going around, we would pass the exit to go downtown. I told her to stay left (meaning, continue around the circle) and she promptly cut across a traffic lane and exited towards downtown, making a right exit. She pulled over, I gave her a big hug, and said “Next time, we’ll pull over before we get to the traffic circles and I will take us through them.” She said “I hate traffic circles.”

Remember back a few posts, when I have written about the city of Phoenix giving my Pastor a hard time because he has a home meeting? Well, until the church building is built, it’s going to continue. You may also have heard about the city of Gilbert (part of the Greater Maricopa County Metropolis) banning home groups of a religious nature. That one is getting straightened out. In the meantime, Pastor has been in contact with a few “legal minds” regarding his private property, and the number of friends he invites over for worship and prayer. Without going into detail, let me just say that there are a few high-ranking judges who disapprove of ANY city trampling on private citizen’s First Amendment rights…

In a related vein, several of us (people with a standing invite to Pastor’s home) have decided that if the city of Phoenix wants to try to curtail our 1A activities, then we have a nice legal option called the “class action suit.” Wonder how the city wants to fund that defense, since it’s facing some nasty budget issues to begin with?

Chat ya later…

Thank you for stopping by, In GOD We Trust, God bless you all, don’t buy or breed cats or dogs while homeless pets die (spay, neuter & adopt a pet, one by one, until there are none), Wear Red on Fridays, and support Warriors for Innocence!