Never a Dull Moment

So we sit down to watch our Tuesday night fare. Idol and House. When we hear the DuffMeister going absolutley and completely apeshit in the back yard. We decide to check it out because even though he barks for 22 hours a day, there is something in his voice that says "Feck Off! Feck Off!"
We go to the door and a police officer is walking between our house and the slag's house. He has a flashlight and is obviously looking for something. Or Someone. We corral the wee beastie and we find that a police car is parked at the bend in the road. Lights off. Another arrives. And soon a third. We peek out and see Mamma Slag and her three offshoot standing on the sidewalk whilst the good officer enters the home, hand on holster. Shite! Why doesn't this happen in the daylight hours?? So without being obvious, or so I hope, I peek out the blind every commercial break. So after an hour, the cops split and as soon as they do, slag-o-matic loads the brood into the mini-van and heads off into the night.
Tonight we discover that, apparently, three of the little feckers in the 'hood have broken into her house and robbed her. I say apparently because nobody knows for sure. Yet. The three 'suspects' are kids from the immediate area. Teenagers. Early teens. And whilst they do piss me off at times, playing basketball in the road until near 11, I'm not jumping on the guilty train just yet. They are, in my opinion decent kiddos. One even interrupted his quality "chillin-time" to help Herself and I find our fatso cat when he saw me looking in the hedges for the escaped SmokeMeister. And to boot, the woman in question is about 23 cards short of a full deck so we'll see...
I'm currently nursing a badly infected finger. I'm takin the anti's and soaking in red-hot water. The doc says he didn't think he need to lance it and that made me happy. So we'll see. Herself was afraid 'twas a flesh eating bacteria. Yikes! Glad twasn't. The bad news is it's on my right hand. The dart throwing hand. Good news is it is finger number 3. I only use my pointer and middle finger to grip the ol' arrows so even if they had to remove the bad one down the road, I could still throw...
This weekend will be a good one. See, we are entertaining Debbie and Don. I will be preparing a dinner of Veal Picatta, with a salad and some French Onion soup & who knows what else. Herself is quite handy in the kitchen also and we may whip something other tasty morsels together. I really like Deb. She's very nice and she's a fine cook also. Don is a really nice guy too so it should be a fun weekend.
My friend and co-worker is on the hunt for a a new job. She works in the office as a CSR and let me tell you guys. She knows her shit. When I was a Super and had a problem, she was the only one who could fix it. The Powers that Be keep increasing her workload and give her no more loot. She was passed over for a position she was well qualified for but someone else, less qualified and notso smartso got. Office politics I 'spose. I'm glad that doesn't happen in government...
Nothing else going on. The Devils are golfing right now so I'm pulling for the Oilers and Hurricanes. If they both make it to the finals I'm gonna be torn.
Looks like a quiet night at the Leprechaun Inn. Watch the finale of Idol ( Go Taylor!!) and go to bed for a (hopefully) good nights sleep.
Leprechaun out..

Thanks Boys

A big thank you to the Devils for a great season. They were, unfortunately, bumped fromt he playoffs last nigth by the Carolina Hurricanes. Who the fuck watches hockey south of Jersey anyways?? I though NASCAR was their thing..oh well..drive fast, turn left, whatever...It was a great season and I applaud our team and wish them well for next season.
Weathers been nice all weekend. Today it poured. At work we have a flat roof and although it is a fifty foot ceiling, the building is, well, cavernous. The sound of the rain hitting the roof was deafening. Kinda cool actually.
The thunder clouds are gathering outside now and the thunder is rolling in. It's getting closer by the minute. I can tell because the knick-knacs are rattling...
Well, I guess this entry will be cut short..
Stay dry.

Thanks Boys

A big thank you to the Devils for a great season. They were, unfortunately, bumped fromt he playoffs last nigth by the Carolina Hurricanes. Who the fuck watches hockey south of Jersey anyways?? I though NASCAR was their thing..oh well..drive fast, turn left, whatever...It was a great season and I applaud our team and wish them well for next season.
Weathers been nice all weekend. Today it poured. At work we have a flat roof and although it is a fifty foot ceiling, the building is, well, cavernous. The sound of the rain hitting the roof was deafening. Kinda cool actually.
The thunder clouds are gathering outside now and the thunder is rolling in. It's getting closer by the minute. I can tell because the knick-knacs are rattling...
Well, I guess this entry will be cut short..
Stay dry.

My Weekend in a Nutshell

I've been awake since 3 am so I'll do my best to get through this without too many errors.
On Friday night, we brought dinner to a coworker of mine who had emergency open-heart surgery. He had like his fourth bypass. His poor wife had Zombified since Tuesday when they rushed him in. So the Lovely One called and asked if she would like a nice hot meal for her and her two kiddos. So after working all day, the Lovely One came home and made her deelish Mac and cheese. And a batch of brownies. We delivered them and spent a few minutes chatting then came home.
Once home we spotted our groovy neighbors across the street. They often sit on their patio and often, we join them. Stacey came running over adn invited Herself over. I had afew little things to do and I joined them after. We were sitting having some drinks, listening to some music, basicall winding down after a long work week with friends. Well Keith and Stacey have aneighbor who's a bit a bit, well, how can I say this nicely??...He's fucking coo-coo. Keith has a chiminea and he burns it quite often. Captain CrazyPants next door screams and yells becuase he doesn't want Keith to burn it, saying it affects his childrens asthma. To which Keith replies, a: quit smoking around them and/or b; close your windows and run your a/c. Crazy says, no that doesn't help. He has 'soot' around his vents in his home and it's all because of Keith's chiminea. He has really caused alot of problems for our friends
This night we saw the Captian pull up and we immediately extinguished the fire. Well, he runs over and starts screaming at Keith calmy tells him, 'we extinguished it for you. It's out' The guy insists it's not and anways, that's not good enough. Keith, still calm at this point, God knows how, tells the guy to pound sand. We put it out. Leave us alone. The guy continues and now Keith's calmness is gone. They are now yelling across the fence. Stacey kindly offers to adjust the Captains attitude for him but he refuses. He says he will call the cops so Keith says "no. I will." and he does. The police tell him he's doing nothing wrong and will send someone out. Well, noone ever came. So the saga of the chiminea continues. We thought we (all the neghbors around Captain, would buy chimineas and light 'em up on the same night...hee-hee..After a late night we head home to bed and crash.
On Saturday we head out to the lush country side of PA to see the Lovely One's childhood best-friend. Debbie (Bat1)is a wonderful person and has been going through a bit of a bad spell lately. She has met a new man and gotten new digs (which are by the way fabulous and the best thing is they are in an adult community. NO KIDS!!) and thigns are starting to turn around for her. And that makes us happy. We had a great day and traffic wasn't too bad. On our way Herself had the thought that maybe Debbie wouldn't have beer in the house. After I regained control of the car I simply said I'm sure she will. When we arrived Debbie hugged me and told me to go into the kitchen and get myself a beer. She said "Would I not have beer if I knew you were coming?"
So whilst Herself and Deb played catch up, Don and I sat out on the patio shooting the breeze. Don's a really nice guy and he seems to genuinely care for Debbie. Don got the fire going and we had a great dinner. Steaks, some chicken and salads. All served out side on the big glass patio table. The table was packed with food, drink, candles and lots of laughter. As the night wore on we moved indootrs for more merriment. About 12 Herself and Meself decided to hit the road. Well, we got a wee bit lost. See, route 76 and 276 (PATurnpike) are one road for a brief bit heading west. Returning east, they are two very different roadways. I got onto route 76 and realised immediately, to both our chagrin, we were heading in the wrong direction. Well, in western PA the eits are really, really far apart..so after a lost 20 minutes I hit the first exit I saw and before getting off the roadway, did an illegal u-turn and got back onto 76 and finally we were on our way. We got home at almost 2 and were both immediately in bed.
Sunday Herself had errands to do and I did some little things around here. The sun was starting to fall behind the trees when I sparked the grill and we had a lovely dinner on the patio.
We then caught our Sunday night shows, Sopranos Cold Case, Big Love..and went to bed exhausted. Today I may take a personal day and sleep all day...if I'm lucky.