Let's test some more...

     I don't think I tested this much in school!  I was hitting practice balls on the driving range with Karen when the phone rings and it's the job.  Can you come down to the airport?  Your fingerprint info came back and there are some videos you need to watch to get your security badge.  So, instead of making a tee time, I go to the airport and four and a half hours later, (including seven videos and tests), I now have security clearance to be at the airport.  I didn't get out of there until almost five o'clock, so I made it just in time for rush hour... (still nothing compared to East Coast or LA traffic).  I was helping Karen move back into her house on Saturday when I get another call from the job.  Can you begin training Saturday and Sunday?  No, last minute Louie, I had plans for this weekend.  So I will officially begin training at the airport on Tuesday at 1300 (1pm).  I have to go in uniform but I still don't know what I'll be doing or where or when I will start...(this company is so secure even they don't know what's going on).  In the meantime, I have a tee time for Monday morning and I'll let you know about future developments on the job.  Leisure time was well appreciated and much needed, but the bills ain't going to stop coming and Jimmy needs to go back to work.

     Another reason to go back to work is that I am becoming a slave... (my fault) to the television.  Thanks to the disastrous season both the Cardinals and the Jets have put together, my Sundays are free to pursue outdoor activities.  My bicycle was stolen...(someone cut my security chain and made off with the bike I bought from Craig for $1).  I went to Wally World (Walmart) and got a cheap mountain bike to replace it, so now I'm back on the road peddling my ass off.  Sons of Anarchy has its season finale Tuesday, so I will be free...(the show is on FX and is phenomenal!).  I have vowed to DVR all other shows and devote one day a week to "catch up" on my stories.  It's not like I have a rainy day to sit inside and watch TV... (hasn't rained since mid-October).  Every day has been 80's and sunny and crisp and cool at night... (in other words, absolutely perfect).  I wouldn't feel right if I didn't remind you guys how beautiful it is here in the fall, winter, springtime...(if you visited, you would know!).

     Sheba (aka. Mrs. Wafflepuss) will be five months old this December, and she is healthy and completely crazy.  Sleep, eat and play, play, play!  She is definitely my cat, because her favorite toys at the moment are a golf ball...(which SHE removed from my golf bag) and a plastic golf tee that she hides under the front door mat which Daddy finds when walking around barefoot.  Next month she goes under the knife to be spayed, but I hope it doesn't slow her down any...she is truly a trip to have in the house.

     Good luck to Fireman Ed (official Jet chant leader) on his retirement.  Took a lot of years and heartbreak to finally realize that rooting for the Jets just isn't worth it.  Give it up and root for the other team in the building, the one that knows how to win and run an organization. 
                                                         J     Jesus,
                                                         E    Everyone
                                                         T    They
                                                         S     Stink!
     Have a good weekend.... Talk to you soon.