Crikey

Sad news the croc guy died. He too, was a surfer. (we kinda hide all around the place) When you least expect it, boom, there we are.

Freak accidents happen, too bad it happened to really honest seeming guy. Heartfelt aloha to his family.

Flipping the coin, Kaleo James, K-dad, M-mom, K-daughter, Bear (son#2) and NNG all went to the Big Island of Hawaii to see Great Gram & Gramps, along with GrandAunt and Unk. Take in a GreatGramps football game, and extol his KJ-ship's attitude of -

"Feed me;I am happy!" - style laid backness. On top of the fact that they beat a team they were suppose to lose to, by coming back from behind.

(all, of course, due to the fact that his KJ-ship, slept thru the game, causing the aforementioned win)

Mr. Happy came back today, none to soon, as Great-Grammy was plotting to KJ-nap him if they stayed any longer.

Bear took a ton o' photo's which I will bore you with as soon as I can.

Beyond that, kills been working me, or is that the way other around?

Irreagardless, back to 24 hours dealing with the emergencies of a town of 900,000; tomorrow. All of which, have no idea how to use a phone. Which brings us to the last shifts fun of phone'ocity -

THE MORON -

You know it is going to be a really tough late night when -

1. You have a large brushfire going on on the West side, a area of low-income, low-brain power.

2. Within a few minutes of that large brush fire, you get a building fire in that same area.

3. You get another brush fire along the same stretch.

4. Medical calls dont take a break.

5. and then 'she' calls.

She is THE MORON; THE MORON calls to let us know of the brushfire that is thirdly happening in tonights fun-zone. THE MORON doesnt call only once, but numerous times, of course calling on a cell phone (which we have no idea of the real number or location of) to let us in on how long it is taking us to get there. THE MORON has not a clue to the workings of a emergency, nor a clue on how many are actually taking place at the present time in that same area.

1. Life safety. (pretty obvious to rank as #1, eh?)
2. Property Conservation. (why lose what isnt necessary to lose?)
3. Stopping the spread of said emergency. (why make it worse?)

So thats how they get sent out, you will send a Cardiac Case before a brushfire, a building fire in a home before a brush fire, etc. Common sense.

But THE MORON doesn't see thing s that way; THE MORON is only concerned with telling us what a poor job we are doing to get to said brushfire.

THE MORON wants to know how we cant see it, and why again, is it taking us so long.

THE MORON would have a hard time understanding that we arent on the local corner, checking out the night, but in a building in the middle of town. (just a little toooooooo much thinking involved in that one)

THE MORON gave us her demands, and her allegations of slow turd-ness over 4 times via her phone.

By the 4th call, (we'll just say future-guy-filling-out-forms-to-explain-the-publics-complaint)says -

"Mam, just how fast do you want me to get a 25 ton truck to roll down the highway, if you keep fricking calling with your asanine complaints???"

Not toooo worried tho' cause I doubt she knows what asanine means.

Back to it tomorrow.

Aloha!