A slice of conversation from tonight:
Nikki: girl stuff
Nycwatchdog74: And what did you say???
Nikki: everything minus the ex wife gift topic
Nikki: lol
Nycwatchdog74: mmm… that’s alot of stuff…
Nikki: it was a pretty long conversation
Nikki: i was exhausted
Nycwatchdog74: wow
Nycwatchdog74: but was it GOOD conversation?
Nycwatchdog74: Was it FASCINATING
Nikki: oh no
Nikki: you came out really bad
Nycwatchdog74: TITILLATING
Nycwatchdog74: INTRIGUING
Nikki: and she forbade me to ever speak to you again
Nikki: imagine
Nycwatchdog74: glad to know you lsiten
Nycwatchdog74: listen
Nikki: even without the gift topic
Nikki: lol
Nycwatchdog74: wow…
Nycwatchdog74: so I really came out that bad huh?
Nycwatchdog74: Yeah… I’m a dick
Nikki: i’m joking
Nycwatchdog74: no… it’s ok…
Nikki: although she did say that you are probably as asshole in disguise
Nikki: you know with my track record
Nycwatchdog74: Yep… that’s me…
Nikki: which led to the whole blue pill theory discussion
Nycwatchdog74: Yoo hoo… asshole here… come IM me…
Nycwatchdog74: oh
Nycwatchdog74: a deep conversation
Nycwatchdog74: but did you explain it right>??
Nycwatchdog74: brb
Nikki: probably not
Nikki: ok
Nycwatchdog74: sorry
Nycwatchdog74: just probably not?
Nikki: it was a complicated theory
Nycwatchdog74: it really isn’t…
Nycwatchdog74: I’m sure you were close though
Nikki: some translation may have been lost
Nikki: but she got the just of it
Nycwatchdog74: as long as you get the colors right…
Nycwatchdog74: blue=tanquility
Nikki: very funny
Nycwatchdog74: red= Danger Will Robinson Danger
Nycwatchdog74: that’s me
Nycwatchdog74: a funny asshole
So… does it look like I’ve written her off??? Yeah… maybe not so fast… we’ll see…
Nikki: girl stuff
Nycwatchdog74: And what did you say???
Nikki: everything minus the ex wife gift topic
Nikki: lol
Nycwatchdog74: mmm… that’s alot of stuff…
Nikki: it was a pretty long conversation
Nikki: i was exhausted
Nycwatchdog74: wow
Nycwatchdog74: but was it GOOD conversation?
Nycwatchdog74: Was it FASCINATING
Nikki: oh no
Nikki: you came out really bad
Nycwatchdog74: TITILLATING
Nycwatchdog74: INTRIGUING
Nikki: and she forbade me to ever speak to you again
Nikki: imagine
Nycwatchdog74: glad to know you lsiten
Nycwatchdog74: listen
Nikki: even without the gift topic
Nikki: lol
Nycwatchdog74: wow…
Nycwatchdog74: so I really came out that bad huh?
Nycwatchdog74: Yeah… I’m a dick
Nikki: i’m joking
Nycwatchdog74: no… it’s ok…
Nikki: although she did say that you are probably as asshole in disguise
Nikki: you know with my track record
Nycwatchdog74: Yep… that’s me…
Nikki: which led to the whole blue pill theory discussion
Nycwatchdog74: Yoo hoo… asshole here… come IM me…
Nycwatchdog74: oh
Nycwatchdog74: a deep conversation
Nycwatchdog74: but did you explain it right>??
Nycwatchdog74: brb
Nikki: probably not
Nikki: ok
Nycwatchdog74: sorry
Nycwatchdog74: just probably not?
Nikki: it was a complicated theory
Nycwatchdog74: it really isn’t…
Nycwatchdog74: I’m sure you were close though
Nikki: some translation may have been lost
Nikki: but she got the just of it
Nycwatchdog74: as long as you get the colors right…
Nycwatchdog74: blue=tanquility
Nikki: very funny
Nycwatchdog74: red= Danger Will Robinson Danger
Nycwatchdog74: that’s me
Nycwatchdog74: a funny asshole
So… does it look like I’ve written her off??? Yeah… maybe not so fast… we’ll see…
So… today was the first work day of the new year. Personally… I’m hoping that the rest of the year starts off the way today did… and ended the way today did. The middle leaves a bit to be desired still… but I can still deal with it.
So I woke up this morning and jumped in the shower. While scrub a dub dubbing one of the sirens on my phone went off. I had to give The Steff her wake-up call. Normally I’m at Dunkin’ Donuts when I have to call her, but for some reason she had to get up earlier than normal for her orientation at the new job today. So I called her, rolled her out of bed, and set her in motion… which upon hearing her voice set me in motion as well knowing I did have an agenda to keep.
I came out of the bathroom to find my mother supplying DJ with his second helping of French Toast. My mother and Pudding have come to the conclusion that he plays them against each other. When he’s home, the line is “Grandma makes me French toast,” and when he comes over here the line suddenly becomes “Mommy makes me waffles.” Smart kid. The fact he’s four makes it even better. So after breakfast into the truck we go… and 45 minutes later he’s using the line on his mother hoping for second dibs. I don’t know if the Pudding gave in… but my money would say she did.
So then off to work I went. Once there, I sat down at the board where the dispatcher is on vacation this week, and proceeded to dole out the day’s work. We had a few STATs pop, but nothing too complicated… and I only lost my mind once with a BLS truck that was so horribly lost, they couldn’t read the street signs. 3:00pm came, and off the board I rolled. Within half an hour we entered a backlog, and I wondered why I even bothered to get up in the first place. But, truth be told, I was shot… and I let the dispatchers on manage it with some direction.
Surprisingly, Nikki from Match sent me an IM. She had sent me a few e-mails… and I did reply to one of them. She started off relatively… well… pissed off. Now, keep in mind… I had pretty much written her off after the fudging conversation. So she’s all ticked… and I’m just like ok… whatever… Happy New Year. She eithers warms up or decides I’m not going to feed the frenzy, and so we chatted for about an hour. The last few minutes were kinda odd… talking about different things… things you wouldn’t necessarily talk about with someone you haven’t even met yet. So… finally, I told her my day was done, and I needed to get my brother at the airport.
So… the boards were cool, my chatting was done, and I left work. I called my brother on the way over, who told me not to bother because he picked up another shift (he works there) and I would need to get him in the morning instead.
With nothing else to do, I called The Steff and she had me pick up some coffee and come over (she had just painted her toenails so she didn’t want to go out). So we sat and talked in her kitchen. We talked about a bunch of stuff… primarily Officer Crumb and the New Guy. She’s taken down all the pictures of Officer Crumb… well, ok… I found two hidden amongst them. But she was a trooper, and put them in the drawer. She then admitted she was having trouble sleeping… and he was still on her mind. I was as supportive as possible… and tried my best to explain to her that time heals all wounds… of course I didn’t say it like that… but I tried. I wasn’t on my game tonight… probably because in a way I was being selfish, and just enjoying her company… and having someone to talk to.
Yet… after two hours, I left. She didn’t ask me to leave or anything… but I just felt that our time was up… and so I loaned her the DVD of The Notebook and came here… to my futon. Now even though I sit here looking at it… and I hate it… and I hate living this way… inside I’m okay. I started the day… and ended the day… talking to someone who I can talk to if I want. Although I didn’t… that option was there… and having it there means more than most people realize.
But in all honesty… only here do I get to unload… only here can I say that while time heals all wounds I’m still hurting from my fight with Christine… and that at night I lay awake… thinking of things I might try to say or do to resolve the issues between us… to resolve Louis.
So that is why I can start and end all days like this. At least I started it off with a smile… because Lord knows I smile everytime I talk to The Steff. I end it off by unloading… and taking the stress out of being me.
Yeah… if I can do this everyday… it’ll be a very good year indeed.
So I woke up this morning and jumped in the shower. While scrub a dub dubbing one of the sirens on my phone went off. I had to give The Steff her wake-up call. Normally I’m at Dunkin’ Donuts when I have to call her, but for some reason she had to get up earlier than normal for her orientation at the new job today. So I called her, rolled her out of bed, and set her in motion… which upon hearing her voice set me in motion as well knowing I did have an agenda to keep.
I came out of the bathroom to find my mother supplying DJ with his second helping of French Toast. My mother and Pudding have come to the conclusion that he plays them against each other. When he’s home, the line is “Grandma makes me French toast,” and when he comes over here the line suddenly becomes “Mommy makes me waffles.” Smart kid. The fact he’s four makes it even better. So after breakfast into the truck we go… and 45 minutes later he’s using the line on his mother hoping for second dibs. I don’t know if the Pudding gave in… but my money would say she did.
So then off to work I went. Once there, I sat down at the board where the dispatcher is on vacation this week, and proceeded to dole out the day’s work. We had a few STATs pop, but nothing too complicated… and I only lost my mind once with a BLS truck that was so horribly lost, they couldn’t read the street signs. 3:00pm came, and off the board I rolled. Within half an hour we entered a backlog, and I wondered why I even bothered to get up in the first place. But, truth be told, I was shot… and I let the dispatchers on manage it with some direction.
Surprisingly, Nikki from Match sent me an IM. She had sent me a few e-mails… and I did reply to one of them. She started off relatively… well… pissed off. Now, keep in mind… I had pretty much written her off after the fudging conversation. So she’s all ticked… and I’m just like ok… whatever… Happy New Year. She eithers warms up or decides I’m not going to feed the frenzy, and so we chatted for about an hour. The last few minutes were kinda odd… talking about different things… things you wouldn’t necessarily talk about with someone you haven’t even met yet. So… finally, I told her my day was done, and I needed to get my brother at the airport.
So… the boards were cool, my chatting was done, and I left work. I called my brother on the way over, who told me not to bother because he picked up another shift (he works there) and I would need to get him in the morning instead.
With nothing else to do, I called The Steff and she had me pick up some coffee and come over (she had just painted her toenails so she didn’t want to go out). So we sat and talked in her kitchen. We talked about a bunch of stuff… primarily Officer Crumb and the New Guy. She’s taken down all the pictures of Officer Crumb… well, ok… I found two hidden amongst them. But she was a trooper, and put them in the drawer. She then admitted she was having trouble sleeping… and he was still on her mind. I was as supportive as possible… and tried my best to explain to her that time heals all wounds… of course I didn’t say it like that… but I tried. I wasn’t on my game tonight… probably because in a way I was being selfish, and just enjoying her company… and having someone to talk to.
Yet… after two hours, I left. She didn’t ask me to leave or anything… but I just felt that our time was up… and so I loaned her the DVD of The Notebook and came here… to my futon. Now even though I sit here looking at it… and I hate it… and I hate living this way… inside I’m okay. I started the day… and ended the day… talking to someone who I can talk to if I want. Although I didn’t… that option was there… and having it there means more than most people realize.
But in all honesty… only here do I get to unload… only here can I say that while time heals all wounds I’m still hurting from my fight with Christine… and that at night I lay awake… thinking of things I might try to say or do to resolve the issues between us… to resolve Louis.
So that is why I can start and end all days like this. At least I started it off with a smile… because Lord knows I smile everytime I talk to The Steff. I end it off by unloading… and taking the stress out of being me.
Yeah… if I can do this everyday… it’ll be a very good year indeed.
New Year’s. Two words that compromise both the most depressing and happiest emotions in people. Depressing for those who realize yet another year has gone by, and their dreams are no closer to reality than they were 365 days ago. Happiest for those who recognize that they have a renewed 365 days to make their dreams a reality. I haven’t decided which one I am yet… but when I know, I’ll be sure to tell you.
So New Year’s Eve started off shaky. The Steff was supposed to call me at 15:00pm to wake me up. Well… she didn’t. So I got up at 15:45 instead. Running late, I jumped in and out of the shower and sped to work. She called me at around 16:45, saying she was sorry, she herself had just woken up. It was fine… I was already at work getting my gear prepped… but I did have something for her. So I told her I was going to stop by on my way to the city… she said no problem, she was going to be home in five minutes.
So at around 17:10 I called her, and of course she wasn’t home yet. This is The Steff we’re talking about here… she who knows no time. But a few minutes later she showed up with the New Guy… which is a good sign. I gave her the “New Year’s Eve” gift… which is was a blank journal with her picture on the cover that I had done at Snapfish.com and a little inscription about turning pages. See… I’m not allowed to get her books for Christmas. I promised her this last year. So… that was a promise made… and a promise kept. So, I wished her and the New Guy a Happy New Year, and sped off back to my house to get my ID cards.
Now here’s the thing with New Year’s Eve. I have an All Access Medical Pass for Madison Square Garden and Yankee Stadium. Both venues are high profile and therefore high security. So, I need to ensure I have those passes on me… even though they expire at midnight on December 31. So, once I got to the Garden, the secuirty people once again stopped me. Once again stated I needed a new pass. Once again were told we get the passes tonight before midnight. I was once again asked if I was in the book… I once again told them I was… and they once again PRETENDED to check it (I know they pretend because I’m not listed in the book… surprise). Every year this goes on. Every friggin’ year. Hell, I’ve been doing MSG New Year’s since before most of these guys were hired!!!
So once I got past the body cavity search I met up with Linda in the elevator and got to the fifth floor and helped Squirrel with the food. This year was two different 4 foot hero sandwiches. One was a chicken cutlet, and the other a grilled chicken. Whatever happened to good old American? Everyone started showing up, Mikey B and Dimas came in with Maribel on the mod truck, The Butcher came up with Herby, and a bunch of other irregular mercenaries arrived as well. We unwrapped the cellophane from the bread and… anyway… to be honest… the sandwiches were the best in at least the last five years. Kudos to Squirrel for finding the new caterer. At 19:00 the doors opened, and the revelers came in to ring in the New Year with the Black Crowes.
Surprisingly, the night was pretty quiet. So around 21:00 I walked the sixth floor corridors, trolling for a corpse. Well, one found his way back to the office anyway, and so I shot down there to do some TLC. I ended up transporting him to St. Vincent’s downtown… a 27 y/o male with a left side facial laceration and hurling his dinner into a red bag. My final transport for 2005… hoorah!!!
Once we got back to the Garden, I went trolling once again. I saw a lot of couples holding hands, walking around, sipping from the $5.00 cups of no name champagne that was being served. I felt the creep of loneliness coming into me… but then reminded myself that this was New Year’s… and for the last 10 years running (this being 11) I have worked New Year’s. Yes… I never spent a New Year’s Eve with my wife. Maybe if I had I wouldn’t be divorced… but this has become more of a tradition than anything else. So, I pushed out the loneliness and got text messages from both The Nick and Barista… both wishing me a Happy New Year. I kind of forgot about everyone else… and just wandered around.
Finally, I got back to the office in time to pass Kate Hudson in the corridor. Her husband is Chris Robinson, the lead singer of the Black Crowes… and he is one helluva lucky guy. She looked FABULOUS in this white dress… I damn near fell out of my boots. Once back in the office, we watched the Giants cinch and then Dick Clark brought the ball down for us. We whooped it up a bit… I did get a New Year’s kiss from Maribel, albeit… it was on the cheek… but at least I can say I had a hot Spanish woman kiss me for New Year’s.
Then, we got an unconscious on the floor. So Anthony and I head over there… on the way The Steff called me to wish me a Happy New Year. I really couldn’t hear her… and was busy pushing through people to talk… but deep down inside I felt all warm and not so alone this year afterall. Once there, we found a guy who was obviously zooted and polluted. There was a nurse there who started to make a scene, and so Anthony and I just uplifted him out of his chair and into ours, where he miraculously came back to life… and he was agitated. After three minutes of trying to calm him down and reason with him, I had had it. The black gloves came on, I tilted the wheelchair back, and dragged him through Gate 1. Anthony called into the office we were bringing an agitated one in, and once I walked in with him we went on lock down.
He had finally realized that it was better to be calm and polite than be mad and threaten to spit. If he had spat, he would have lost teeth. That is the one thing I won’t tolerate. You can puke, bleed, piss, or shit wherever… but the second you spit at me it’s like shooting a gun… and I’m disarming you by any means necessary. He got taken to Bellevue with a security escort. I didn’t actually get to do the transport… but I thought the night was young. Believe it or not… that was it. No one else. I was shocked… but then I thought about it a little longer. This was the Black Crowes, and it was an older more mature crowd… so that was why we probably did as well as we did.
The show ended at 2:00, and we were out by 2:30 and headed for Roseland where a 24 hour Rave was going. It had started at 21:00 Saturday and was scheduled to go to 21:00 Sunday. When Squirrel, Anthony, and I got there at 3:00, it was hopping. Roseland is a fantastic venue… and in fact is probably one of my most favorite ones to work. The entire floor was packed with people doing their thing to the loud pounding bass beats of the dance music. The girls… and I stress the word girls because they ranged between 16 to maybe 20… were dressed to the nines and looking like the Brats toy line. Glamour… right… try Slutour… and I swear if my little Blinky even THINKS about leaving the house like that… I’ll kill her. Better yet… I’ll kill my ex-wife for allowing her to dress that way and for buying all those Brats dolls for her this past Christmas.
Anyway, while I could go one and describe the writhing mass of people on the dance floor… or the growing mass of Xers on the sideline… why bother? It didn’t change for the four and a half hours I was there. People danced, people got stoned… and probably multiple people other than myself got laid. Finally, at 7:30, I left. My head was pounding when I exited the back door into the overcast New Year’s Day morning in midtown Manhattan.
I did drive through Times Square. It’s kind of weird the morning after… very quiet… empty… hell, it was emptier than normal… peaceful. So I picked DJ up, wished Pudding a Happy New Year, came home, and went to sleep while he played with the Chicken Little videogame I got him for Christmas.
Last night I sat in the living room…watched the clock strike midnight… and had a glass of merlot. For me, New Year’s comes a day later. I guess I’m a little behind in things and the way I do them sometimes. Probably one of my greatest faults… but I’m okay with it… at least for now… let’s see what the New Year does bring.
Have a healthy and a happy.
So New Year’s Eve started off shaky. The Steff was supposed to call me at 15:00pm to wake me up. Well… she didn’t. So I got up at 15:45 instead. Running late, I jumped in and out of the shower and sped to work. She called me at around 16:45, saying she was sorry, she herself had just woken up. It was fine… I was already at work getting my gear prepped… but I did have something for her. So I told her I was going to stop by on my way to the city… she said no problem, she was going to be home in five minutes.
So at around 17:10 I called her, and of course she wasn’t home yet. This is The Steff we’re talking about here… she who knows no time. But a few minutes later she showed up with the New Guy… which is a good sign. I gave her the “New Year’s Eve” gift… which is was a blank journal with her picture on the cover that I had done at Snapfish.com and a little inscription about turning pages. See… I’m not allowed to get her books for Christmas. I promised her this last year. So… that was a promise made… and a promise kept. So, I wished her and the New Guy a Happy New Year, and sped off back to my house to get my ID cards.
Now here’s the thing with New Year’s Eve. I have an All Access Medical Pass for Madison Square Garden and Yankee Stadium. Both venues are high profile and therefore high security. So, I need to ensure I have those passes on me… even though they expire at midnight on December 31. So, once I got to the Garden, the secuirty people once again stopped me. Once again stated I needed a new pass. Once again were told we get the passes tonight before midnight. I was once again asked if I was in the book… I once again told them I was… and they once again PRETENDED to check it (I know they pretend because I’m not listed in the book… surprise). Every year this goes on. Every friggin’ year. Hell, I’ve been doing MSG New Year’s since before most of these guys were hired!!!
So once I got past the body cavity search I met up with Linda in the elevator and got to the fifth floor and helped Squirrel with the food. This year was two different 4 foot hero sandwiches. One was a chicken cutlet, and the other a grilled chicken. Whatever happened to good old American? Everyone started showing up, Mikey B and Dimas came in with Maribel on the mod truck, The Butcher came up with Herby, and a bunch of other irregular mercenaries arrived as well. We unwrapped the cellophane from the bread and… anyway… to be honest… the sandwiches were the best in at least the last five years. Kudos to Squirrel for finding the new caterer. At 19:00 the doors opened, and the revelers came in to ring in the New Year with the Black Crowes.
Surprisingly, the night was pretty quiet. So around 21:00 I walked the sixth floor corridors, trolling for a corpse. Well, one found his way back to the office anyway, and so I shot down there to do some TLC. I ended up transporting him to St. Vincent’s downtown… a 27 y/o male with a left side facial laceration and hurling his dinner into a red bag. My final transport for 2005… hoorah!!!
Once we got back to the Garden, I went trolling once again. I saw a lot of couples holding hands, walking around, sipping from the $5.00 cups of no name champagne that was being served. I felt the creep of loneliness coming into me… but then reminded myself that this was New Year’s… and for the last 10 years running (this being 11) I have worked New Year’s. Yes… I never spent a New Year’s Eve with my wife. Maybe if I had I wouldn’t be divorced… but this has become more of a tradition than anything else. So, I pushed out the loneliness and got text messages from both The Nick and Barista… both wishing me a Happy New Year. I kind of forgot about everyone else… and just wandered around.
Finally, I got back to the office in time to pass Kate Hudson in the corridor. Her husband is Chris Robinson, the lead singer of the Black Crowes… and he is one helluva lucky guy. She looked FABULOUS in this white dress… I damn near fell out of my boots. Once back in the office, we watched the Giants cinch and then Dick Clark brought the ball down for us. We whooped it up a bit… I did get a New Year’s kiss from Maribel, albeit… it was on the cheek… but at least I can say I had a hot Spanish woman kiss me for New Year’s.
Then, we got an unconscious on the floor. So Anthony and I head over there… on the way The Steff called me to wish me a Happy New Year. I really couldn’t hear her… and was busy pushing through people to talk… but deep down inside I felt all warm and not so alone this year afterall. Once there, we found a guy who was obviously zooted and polluted. There was a nurse there who started to make a scene, and so Anthony and I just uplifted him out of his chair and into ours, where he miraculously came back to life… and he was agitated. After three minutes of trying to calm him down and reason with him, I had had it. The black gloves came on, I tilted the wheelchair back, and dragged him through Gate 1. Anthony called into the office we were bringing an agitated one in, and once I walked in with him we went on lock down.
He had finally realized that it was better to be calm and polite than be mad and threaten to spit. If he had spat, he would have lost teeth. That is the one thing I won’t tolerate. You can puke, bleed, piss, or shit wherever… but the second you spit at me it’s like shooting a gun… and I’m disarming you by any means necessary. He got taken to Bellevue with a security escort. I didn’t actually get to do the transport… but I thought the night was young. Believe it or not… that was it. No one else. I was shocked… but then I thought about it a little longer. This was the Black Crowes, and it was an older more mature crowd… so that was why we probably did as well as we did.
The show ended at 2:00, and we were out by 2:30 and headed for Roseland where a 24 hour Rave was going. It had started at 21:00 Saturday and was scheduled to go to 21:00 Sunday. When Squirrel, Anthony, and I got there at 3:00, it was hopping. Roseland is a fantastic venue… and in fact is probably one of my most favorite ones to work. The entire floor was packed with people doing their thing to the loud pounding bass beats of the dance music. The girls… and I stress the word girls because they ranged between 16 to maybe 20… were dressed to the nines and looking like the Brats toy line. Glamour… right… try Slutour… and I swear if my little Blinky even THINKS about leaving the house like that… I’ll kill her. Better yet… I’ll kill my ex-wife for allowing her to dress that way and for buying all those Brats dolls for her this past Christmas.
Anyway, while I could go one and describe the writhing mass of people on the dance floor… or the growing mass of Xers on the sideline… why bother? It didn’t change for the four and a half hours I was there. People danced, people got stoned… and probably multiple people other than myself got laid. Finally, at 7:30, I left. My head was pounding when I exited the back door into the overcast New Year’s Day morning in midtown Manhattan.
I did drive through Times Square. It’s kind of weird the morning after… very quiet… empty… hell, it was emptier than normal… peaceful. So I picked DJ up, wished Pudding a Happy New Year, came home, and went to sleep while he played with the Chicken Little videogame I got him for Christmas.
Last night I sat in the living room…watched the clock strike midnight… and had a glass of merlot. For me, New Year’s comes a day later. I guess I’m a little behind in things and the way I do them sometimes. Probably one of my greatest faults… but I’m okay with it… at least for now… let’s see what the New Year does bring.
Have a healthy and a happy.
So in less than 30 hours, we’ll be in a New Year. Personally, I can’t wait. This year… let alone the past two weeks has been a bit crazy. I’m hoping for some normalcy… at least what I consider normal.
Last night I went out with The Steff, a mutual friend Diana, and her husband. Diana was in Texas for the first two weeks with me… but came back early so she could go to the Fir
e Department of New York Bureau of EMS (FDNYBEMS). Sell out. Just kidding Dee… just kidding. So we played some pool, guys versus girls… of course the guys won 2 out of 3. The Steff and Dee actually surprised me though. They definitely gave us a run for the money though.
After that we went to the local pub and had some beers. We talked about The Steff and her old boyfriend versus the new guy. Dee and her husband pointed out the same things we had continually talked about regarding Officer Crumb. The thing is though… whenever I mentioned the new guy’s name… she smiled. It wasn’t just any smile… it was a genuinely happy smile. I hope she wakes up… opens her eyes… and officially gets rid of Crumb and sticks to the new guy.
So, I got home at like 2:30 this morning… up and at work. Then I dispatched pretty much all day with cotton mouth. Now if you think that just walking around with a hangover is fun… trying dispatching forty ambulances feeling that way. But hey… here’s the bright side… tonight I’m volleying. So I plan on working all night tonight… and then sleep tomorrow during the day in preparation for the 16 hours from New Years Eve into New Years Day I have to work.
In some really good news… my new BlogExplosion banner was approved today!!! Everyone seemed to love the kitty… so he got worked in. So if you see it… click it…
Hopefully… if time permits… I’ll be able to blog one final 2005 entry… but in case I don’t… Happy New Year everyone!!!
Last night I went out with The Steff, a mutual friend Diana, and her husband. Diana was in Texas for the first two weeks with me… but came back early so she could go to the Fir
e Department of New York Bureau of EMS (FDNYBEMS). Sell out. Just kidding Dee… just kidding. So we played some pool, guys versus girls… of course the guys won 2 out of 3. The Steff and Dee actually surprised me though. They definitely gave us a run for the money though.After that we went to the local pub and had some beers. We talked about The Steff and her old boyfriend versus the new guy. Dee and her husband pointed out the same things we had continually talked about regarding Officer Crumb. The thing is though… whenever I mentioned the new guy’s name… she smiled. It wasn’t just any smile… it was a genuinely happy smile. I hope she wakes up… opens her eyes… and officially gets rid of Crumb and sticks to the new guy.
So, I got home at like 2:30 this morning… up and at work. Then I dispatched pretty much all day with cotton mouth. Now if you think that just walking around with a hangover is fun… trying dispatching forty ambulances feeling that way. But hey… here’s the bright side… tonight I’m volleying. So I plan on working all night tonight… and then sleep tomorrow during the day in preparation for the 16 hours from New Years Eve into New Years Day I have to work.
In some really good news… my new BlogExplosion banner was approved today!!! Everyone seemed to love the kitty… so he got worked in. So if you see it… click it…
Hopefully… if time permits… I’ll be able to blog one final 2005 entry… but in case I don’t… Happy New Year everyone!!!
