What are they THINKING?

So it's a slow day here at the office. I mean SLLLLOOOOWWWW. Admittedly, on slow days like these, I am excited (bizarre, I know) by car chases. Yes, you heard me right. Mind you, I'm not alone here. Walk around our office and you will hear the same channel echoing from room to room. If it's an extended chase, like today, popcorn is made, bets are placed and cheering ensues.

What are these people thinking? Do they seriously believe that they have a chance of getting away? Maybe they want to be a celebrity. Maybe they don't realize they are being chased. All I know is that there are some really clueless people out there. Case in point: (As taken from the website TheSmokingGun.com)

"Patrick Tribett was nabbed in July 2005 by Ohio cops and charged with abusing harmful intoxicants. The 41-year-old Tribett, it seems, had been huffing spray paint and needed a refill (he was popped after seeking a fresh can at a Bellaire general store). According to police, Tribett's pupils were constricted and he replied slowly to their questions. Oh, and "officers observed the paint on face and hands," as can be seen in the below mug shot. Tribett, who was previously busted for assault, domestic violence, and inhaling harmful intoxicants, was booked into the Belmont County Sheriff's Office lockup. "

This is how it's done

During work, I receive hundreds of emails. Some times, I receive thousands in a single day--today was no different. While filtering through the deluge, I stumbled across this gem:

What follows is a message from Vicki Pierce about her nephew James' funeral (he was serving our country in Iraq).

"I'm back, it was certainly a quick trip, but I have to also say it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. There is a lot to be said for growing up in a small town in Texas. The service itself was impressive--wonderful flowers and sprays, a portrait of James, his uniform and boots, his awards and ribbons. There was lots of military brass and an eloquent Baptist preacher. There were easily 1000 people at the service, filling the church sanctuary as well as the fellowship hall and spilling out into the parking lot.

However, the most incredible thing was what happened following the service on the way to the cemetery. We went to our cars and drove to the cemetery--escorted by at least 10 police cars with lights flashing and some other emergency vehicles, with Texas Rangers handling traffic. Everyone on the road who was not in the procession, pulled over, got out of their cars, and stood silently and respectfully, some put their hands over their hearts.

When we turned off the highway suddenly there were teenage boys along both sides of the street about every 20 feet or so , all holding large American flags on long flag poles, and again with their hands on their hearts. We thought at first it was the Boy Scouts or 4H club or something, but it continued .. for two and a half miles. Hundreds of young people, standing silently on the side of the road with flags. At one point, we passed an elementary school, and all the children were outside, shoulder to shoulder holding flags--kindergarteners, handicapped, teachers, staff, everyone. Some held signs of love and support. Then came teenage girls and younger boys, all holding flags. Then adults. Then families. All standing silently on the side of the road. No one spoke, not even the very young children.

The military presence..at least two generals, a fist full of colonels, and representatives from every branch of the service, plus the color guard who attended James, and some who served with him .. was very impressive and respectful, but the love and pride from this community who had lost one of their own was the most amazing thing I've ever been privileged to witness."

Back to the Basics

For those of you who know me, the word "emotional" is not part of my vocabulary. Oohy-gooey, icky-girl stuff usually sends me running the other way. Just thinking about the possibility of attending a baby shower....well, let's just say there is antacid involved. Does it mean that I am cold-hearted? No. I LOVE children. Most of the time Am I a femi-nazi out to abolish men and take over the world? Hardly. Ok, LYING. I would like to take over the world, but just in a ladylike way.

So why this blog?

1) To help others understand my "isms": The planning. The eating habits. The introversion. The extroversion. It's all here people. You better buy a ticket while you still can.

2) To vent. Saving my friends and family from hearing my hour-long rants regarding illogical, ignorant and all-round stupid people and events. Ya'll can just choose to read it here instead. Or not....

3) To share what I am doing in my life. The inspiration title for this blog is from a song called World on Fire.

"The world is on fire, it's more than I can handle.
I'll tap into the water and try to bring my share.
Try to bring more, more than I can handle.
Bring it to the table. Bring what I am able."

Yes...I know. This is all a little touchy-feely, but lay off me. I'm GROWING.

So this is enough for my first post. Feedback please.