Chronicles: Alan B. Rowley II - Success Warrior - ECoach - P90X

What's the Point?

  Welcome to a brief pity party.  Everyone needs one now and then, I suppose although I abhor them, especially from me.

So I was typing up a post about trying to change my tone from frustrated to funny when there was a huge crash. 

I went to the living room to find that Trey had knocked over the Christmas tree.  For his own protection, I sent him to his room while cleaned up.  The tree topper was shattered.  I should have sent me to my room.  I ended up cutting my hand while trying to clean up the broken glass.

I was vacuuming up the rest of the glass, looking hard for bits of shinyness on a carpet that looks like somone used my living room as a quicky-lube for 10 years before turning it into the front room of a house.

Tia and I have talked about trying to change our surroundings to match how we feel inside but when things like this happen, I can't help but think, "What' the point?" 

 Our old couch looked our carpet.  My mom gave us her couch when she upgraded.  Immediately, the dog ate the corners off the throw-pillows. 

Tia put up a Christmas tree on Friday and it's destroyed on Sunday. 

Right now, it seems like an uphill battle just keeping things from getting worse.  Making things better?  Fogedaboudit.

Ask a Cop: Before I answer any of the questions . . .

Let me tell you this story.  It might help explain some of the weirdness in my life.  I'll get to the questions as I can, mixing them with current events when interesting things happen or something catches my attention.  I have a few posts in mind from this weekend so I'll mix them up and try to get to everything.  Now, to the story.

DJ and I were out patrolling the graveyard shift.  Something happened at a little gas station on the west end of town.  I don't remember what the initial call was but we hopped on the freeway and chased down a suburban.  When we had it stopped, we found a bunch of juveniles in possession of a bunch of drugs.  It was so cold out that I had a tow truck come out and take the suburban back to the fire station because it would probably take more than an hour to process the evidence.  We took the kids to the PD and then on to the sheriff's office because the parents were coming from some city to the south.  They wouldn't have to come so far with their kids at the SO and we would be free to start on the evidence and report.

Then we went back to town.