So anyway, last night the two of them came home steaming drunk as usual and one of them hit the other. Then a fist fight ensured with the violent drunk getting kicked out because she wasn't on the lease. The cops came over to talk to the other woman who had calmed down a little by now, but I could see through my peephole that she was bleeding so the EMT's were there too. 

Then I went over to Jeff's and we got talking about the two of them and I discovered that the apartment manager was kicking out her boyfriend and he was a little disorientated because he didn't know what to do next. He said that he still loved her and that they had their daughter together so he didn't want to move back home to Texas because that would mean that he would never see her again. I honestly don't know how he put up with the apartment manager for so long. Sure he's knocked her around a couple of times, but I know that's only because she's thrown stuff at him and started fights. She's a pretty aggresive person and he's very placid...they're not a good match at all. 

Drama, drama, drama. I'll keep you posted on what happens next ;)

Cool.

So they're Title Town? Couldn't this just be solved mathematically? Like take a city and see how many titles their pro and college teams have won? Guess not.

Other head scratchers that make me want to take up Yoga:

1. Your most dangerous drunk city in the United States? DENVER, COLORADO!!! Second to Last? Miami, FL. Ahead of Durham, North Carolina and Alaska Fairbanks. Denver has more crazy drunks than Miami? In a word...No

2. Healthiest States: 1. Colorado...ok, makes sense. But with all those drunk people so healthy? Cool, whatever. But number 2? Montana. Yes, ok, because all of 30 people who live there are 200 pounds. Very healthy indeed.

3. Hottest women according to Hot or Not:

Number 1: Washington DC

Number 2 New Orelans

Number 3 San Diego

Unless San Diego had a Charger like playoff peformance come decison day, I will never believe that DC and New Orleans has hotter women than San Diego. I am sorry.

These wacky debates are nothing compared to Title Town USA!!!

A New Jersey man trying to exterminate insects in his apartment blew it up instead.

Lets see… Poison gas… Open Flames…. Boom!  But at least he got the bugs out of his house…. What house?

Next:

NORTHERN Territory donkeys could soon be helping to increase the sex drive of Chinese women.

I saw a Donkey show in Juarez in the 80s… I guess size matters.

In the too much to drink Dept:

An Australian man's dare went horribly wrong when he tried to play chicken with cars on a freeway wearing only his underwear

Some how I think the driver was trying to hit this Idiot…. Thinning the gene pool

Predictable:

Protesters gathered on Wednesday outside Fox News Channel to denounce what they claim is its racist campaign coverage

This is no surprise, organized by none other than moveon.org….

And finally:

Frequent sexual intercourse may cut down on a man's chances of developing erectile dysfunction, Finnish researchers report. It's what we in vascular surgery refer to as the 'use it or lose it' concept," If one can naturally engage in behaviors that increase blood flow to the penis, it will have a positive effect in preventing erectile dysfunction…

Do I really need to go there?... “behaviors” eh?

I had a ton of stuff today that would have been perfect for the blog. Breaking news right after deadline, funny stories, pictures, but it shall have to wait.

Just so you know: the scanner says a guy is sitting in a Hoquiam parking lot -- drunk and bleeding from his face. Apparently, he does not find that alarming.

Makes me want a drink. Slainte.

1. bunch of drunkards outside the pub at the bus stop where i usually take the bus to work. waving madly as i alighted the bus from across. suspected they were drunk, making a lot of noise to call me out and attract my attention. then as i was walking away i heard a guy shout the most obscene and insulting thing ever. i wanted to call the cops right there and then. get charged for sexual harassment. a resident who has lived in that area for more than 10 years, being harassed on her way home. excuse me but do i look like one of those kinda girls to you? if and ever this happens again by the same group of guys, i'm going to make sure they learn a very hard lesson with regards to respecting women.

2. i've met some cab drivers who think i'm working at one of those sleazy bars just because i tell them that i'm heading to tanjong pagar. just because i'm a tanned girl and you automatically assume that i work in those kinda environments? i reveal less than they and i sure as hell don't have an accent nor speak in a dominant native language.

bloodyhell really. pisses me off.

What happened to being anonymous? This man was sitting on a bench in central park barking into his cell phone.

Yeah I need to meet with my sponsor too. I’ve got some serious step awards coming.

Saturday, I was in Laguna Niguel early and saw that the “Annual Moon The Amtrak” event was going to be big.  It was only 9 am and there were already a lot of people.  I went off and did some errands and came back through around 1:30.  I got there just in time to see the Orange County Sheriff Helicopter come in over the tracks and announce that the crowd would have to disperse and leave the area as it was an un-lawful assembly.

A huge “ahhhh…” went up from the crowd at the same time and shortly after a black undercover type sedan went through on Camino Capistrano and announced the same thing.  I was on the other side of the tracks and where I was there was no one.  I thought for a moment and called the photo desk at The Orange County Register to see if they wanted the shots.  They shot it last year for the mooning part, but this was different.

“If you want to shoot it on your own go ahead and we’ll see what you get…so send it to me if you get anything good and I’ll look at it…we’ll just see…”

I carry a change of clothes in my van and so quickly changed from my shorts, got my equipment together and made my way over.  By now, there was a definite movement to comply with the order.  The Sheriffs were lined up on the bridge that is there just south of “Mugs A-Way” saloon.  They had their squad cars lined up and stood beside them in groups.  A single file line of cars, motorcycles, bicycles, skateboarders, scooters and  walkers made their way in the single open southbound lane under the watchful eye of the Deputy Sheriffs.

I really expected this to erupt into something and so was trying to keep my eyes open to be safe and get a good shot of it all.  I think mostly the event has been very innocent and a way for adults to let off some steam and be a part of the quirky history in Orange County.  I have shot enough events to know that a few drunks can ruin a regular event and this looked like something that would ignite but I was relieved as soon as I got there and started shooting on the bridge.

 

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A few “discussions” occurred between participants and deputies and as well, although heated, the deputies gave everyone a way out while remaining firm.  I think this humbled more than a few folks that should have gone to jail and they realized the break they were getting and cautiously did as the deputies asked. 

In general, I followed the deputies, while hanging back, so as not to encourage anyone form trying to make the news.  The deputies were calm and conversed normally with anyone that approached then.  I saw several times deputies and attendees laughing together as if they were at a Jaycee softball game.  There was an obvious method on their part as they moved through the crowd and gave everyone plenty of time to get handled anything illegal and in the open.  I saw one sheriff sergeant speaking for awhile with an apparently upset woman and then was speaking with someone, using her cell phone.  I got a shot of it and it was especially interesting to see a helmeted sheriff using her cell phone with a fluffy ball dangling form it.  He must have solved the problem as she walked away much calmer than when she came up to him.

I heard someone say that it had started with a medical aid and the emergency personnel had a difficult time making it down.  I don’t know if that was true.  This was really a good crowd actually and I think the only impediment to emergency response would be by someone drunk getting in the way on accident, getting run over or becoming belligerent because of a uniform.  I don’t remember seeing any bathroom facilities and that could be an issue.  Everyone was minding their own business and the crowd was gentle.  I have seen much more controlled, sanctioned events with a similar theme, and the feeling for me has always been that something could easily happen.  Once I was there, I was wary of course, but this crowd just didn’t have that vibe. 

Its always a few jerks that ruin it but a good job must be recognized on the part of The Orange County Sheriff’s Department and especially because they obviously meant for it to be that way.  Maybe our new Sheriff has already had an impact; I would really like to think so.  The crowd deserves credit as well.  They definitely didn’t agree with the order and yet peaceably did as they were asked and without incident.

I don’t look forward to the day that things don’t turn out they way they did today but then we’d be like any other country where things go wrong and get worse by the minute.

The artcle in The Orange County Register:

http://www.ocregister.com/articles/crowds-boyne-year-2092361-police-event

They went up to the Kiosk end and the fire engine and ute parked in the areas designated for motor vehicles, while the idiot cops parked in the bike lane. The idiot cop who drove the police car got out not wearing any high vis gear - in fact he was wearing a dark jumper over his police uniform. His partner called out to him about the legality of parking in the bike lane. The idiot cop replied "The park is closed to bikes they shouldn't even be here" in an accent that reminded me so much of Guido Hatsis.

Being a bit of a stirrer I decided to do another lap and rode around again (there was other cyclists training in the park at the same time I was. When I went through again there was space for cyclists to pass the pigs and the fire engine and firies ute. I wrote a post on Sydney Cyclist and got a couple of replies. It is good to see that not everyone is on the side of the cops. I even got some good feedback from a staunch opponent.

I decided to call it a day eventually and rolled back home. Just as I was going to go I heard an explosion that I thought was a tube going off. I thought I was in trouble until I checked the tyre and found it was still very much intact. When I saw the spoke I knew the trouble was worse. The other times spokes have gone on me they have died quietly. Only to be noticed when the wheel was out of true, this time the spoke has broken in 2 places. It makes me think something got caught in the spoke?  I checked the wheel under the light of the bike headlight which I held in my mouth while I rotated the wheel around. I was able to get the bike home but could not be adventurous with regard my route home.

I took the fearless gear-less to Cheeky Monkey to get another spoke. The ride there was hairy enough. I was going to ride from there to Toastmasters at Petersham. I got there and they were busy. No problem I thought I would collect the bike on Friday arvo - if they got it done and given that there was going to be overtime on Saturday. The last 2 illusions were dissolved on Friday. Saras - a workmate whom I am supposed to be training decided to renege on an agreement we had that I would go early on Friday. I was soooo p!ssed off! I couldn't speak to Saras for most of the morning. I

t turned out my overtime was cancelled as the goods had gone to Brisbane so my only chance was to go to Cheeky that afternoon. When I left work a bit after 5 I was swearing heavily - I even used the words Robert Hughes used to describe the prosecutor when he got off his dangerous driving charge. I had left the front light on the fearless gear-less and I was using the light that I use on my helmet on the bike. The weather darkened as did my mood. I had some near misses but I got to Cheeky Monkey safely and on time to pick up the bike. Pushing 2 bikes home is not easy. I had to use the road on a couple of occasions and duck and weave around obstacles such as power poles and street furniture. On Erskinville Rd City Rail has erected some kind of screen to prevent people from throwing rocks at trains and has implemented a whole heap of obstacles I swore heavily as I went around them.

When I got closer to King St I was accosted by a couple of drunken idiots. One guy offered to take one of the bikes off my hands. Given that I was annoyed I told him in no uncertain terms to F@ckoff! He went down the road a bit and then yelled out "There was no need to talk to me like that! Did you hear that? Maybe we ought to tell him to F@CK Off?" I must remember to make a note for myself that I must not swear at drunken idiots in Sydney. I got bikes back and got them stowed safely. I am still not happy about Friday as it isn't fair that I carry the can for an idiot.

The spoke is not the only thing that has gone bung with the fearless gear-less, there is a high likelihood in my opinion that the non drive side crank is on it's way out. I will have a look today but we will wait and see. On Saturday Slowies the front tyre copped a tack - I suspect it has been around for a while but it went into my tyre and stayed there while the tyre slowly died. I pumped it up thinking it had been a case of slow leak caused by perishing. But when I found the tack I knew what had happened. I took the tack out and the tyre began to die. As I didn't have a spare tube I wound up patching the tube on the spot. It is not my favourite tasks and I had to let the others go. I patched the tyre and got myself underway.

When I got out the gates and on my way to Moore park I found the others gathered around one guy who copped a double puncture. We were going to be late for coffee at the cafe and there was a high likelihood that I was going to be late for the Rocks Markets. We went back the usual way with me leading - I found that I am not a good ride leader and I would say that I missed issues such as pedestrians up front and went through intersections where I should have gone through with the group. We got back to Marrickville safely.

I was terrified that the crank would come off and things would get even more sticky than what they were. I survived the ride.

here I will let it all hang out.

my initial secret: I despise him when he's drunk.

stay tuned...

Anyway, back to Mr Mojo Rising. Morrison was more than a poet, songwriter and a performer. He was a very fine drunk. Classic line kids if you haven't heard it - What is the difference was between a drunk and an alcoholic, Just grin and reply, “us drunks don’t have to go to meetings.”

Last night we started to mess around but ended up not. He left for work that night saying "we'll play tomorrow, how does that sound?" all sweet and affectionate like.

I went to the Dog Park w/ my gfriend today. I also told him ahead of time I had planned it. She came back to the house and hung out for about an hour and a half, while Scott was mowing the lawn and then worked out. When she left I told him I would put Haley to bed and then did he wanna go in the bedroom and watch tv "hint, hint". He said no he wasn't tired. I put on a pouty face. "I thought we were going to play tonite" I said, being silly. His reply? "I didn't know we were scheduling SEX now."

WoW. I was embarassed and offended and pissed all at the same time. I tried to talk to him about twenty minutes later about it. I said I wasn't trying to schedule sex, I was trying to build on the connection I felt last nite. Instead you embarassed me and made me feel bad and I sure as hell don't feel like having SEX now.  He tried to turn it around on me then.

Whatever. We ended up yelling, he said everything always has to escalate and turn into an argument and I said "Thats becuz no one ever wants to give" and he said "right because I guess we're both too hard headed to be together".

Hello? Say what you mean, asshole. We both know this is going nowhere. We are just stuck here and therefore sticking it out. Every once in awhile an ounce of hope seeps in there. But really, we both are desparate to get out, and won't admit it to ourselves, let alone eachother.

Fuck being sober for the good of the relationship. No wonder I'm a drunk, given how and who I live with.

At least 70 people have been injured during the first day of the running of the bulls in the Spanish city of Pamplona. Thirteen of them have been taken to hospital. The injuries consisted mainly of broken bones, bruises and cuts, but one man was left in critical condition after a 600-kilo bull galloped over him. Nobody was gored by a bull...the first day.

The young man who died after a fall from the 30-meter high wall that encircles the ancient centre of Pamplona has now been identified. He was a 23-year-old Irishman and he is thought to have fallen after having too much to drink. Last year, an American man and his Spanish girlfriend also died after falling from the same wall.

Idiots.

But I thought I would quickly share about my train trip here. Dad and I jumped on glad we were leaving Kloemyja but sad to see it go. We turnup to our seat to find the train drunk already established on it. This now means the smell of alcohol (luckily vodka as very little aroma) and cigarettes for the rest of the trip. We then spend 8 hours travelling slower than my grandma drives to do a massive U and end up about a 90 min drive NW from where we started and we want to head south. Its here that the fourth of our section joins and he a nice young guy but has some massive luggage, a double bass to be exact. He is moving to odessa to study music as he plays orchestral double bass (impressive). We are travelling 3rd class which means sleepers but not big ones and its all open. This means that to fit in without kicking people in the head as the walk past I have to sleep in the foetal position, which is no fun so I make people duck. In the end it all takes 18 hours which is too long to be stuck with a smelly drunk whilst sneezing your lungs out of your body cause your hayfever has lost the plot and Ukraininan medicine doesnt work.

But I'm looking forward to swimming in the Black Sea to feel the salt again.